this is so basic i have 0 creativity sorry

Last Minute Gift

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: can you do a bucky x reader fic where bucky is nervous about what he got the reader for Christmas or something like that? oh and btw I love your blog !!

Originally posted by mybuckygoes


It was Christmas Eve and Bucky had managed to get everyone a present…except you. He just didn’t know what to get you! He didn’t care much about what he got the rest of the team. But you? It had to be perfect. You were perfect therefore your present had to be just the same. 

He went to every jewelry and clothing store in the area and he saw nothing that screamed you. He felt like giving up at this point. He had trudged back to hisroom in defeat. We went to his last, last minute resort: Pinterest.

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Blue

Requested By: Anonymous

Can I request one where the reader is Happy Hogans daughter and he brings her to the tower cause she’s been suspended from school? Tells her to stay put in the office but she wanders anyway and finds ‘uncle tony’ in the lab working so he shows her all kinds of fun stuff and happy gets annoyed cause tony influences her rebellious behavior but tony calls it encouraging her to be creative? She then meets peter and happy just looses it. Lol 😆

Like usual I recommend you listen to the song Blue By: Troye Sivan

The song also influenced the title, once again, like usual.

I’m also still taking prompt requests, so if you’d like to request one, you may!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were Happy Hogans daughter, also one of the biggest trouble makers at your school. Well was, you might have gotten suspended and was now being forced to stay in your dad’s office. But knowing you, you decided to wander off to find your Uncle Tony, who was busy working in the lab. He decided to show you around and let you experiment with things he probably shouldn’t have. This made your dad get extremely annoyed, not only because you disobeyed his orders but Tony was basically encouraging your rebellious behavior. Tony didn’t see any harm in letting you have fun, he thought it helped make you creative. Your dad blew off Tony, but couldn’t take it anymore once you met Peter.

Warnings: Nothing really, it’s just really cute and awkward and I love it.

Word Count: 3,331

A/N: So this is imagine is super cheesy, I think it’s also super cute and adorable and aw. I wish Peter could be my boyfriend ahah. Also, sorry it’s really wordy, I got really into it oops. Anyways I hope you enjoy. :)

Side Note: I’m also starting a tag list for my imagines, so if you want me to tag you in upcoming imagines, comment below so I know to tag you!

Tags: @rivervixen-ronnie

Originally posted by stallingdemons

People knew you, mainly because of your dad, who worked for Tony Stark, also someone you considered your Uncle since you basically saw him everyday.

Now being known wasn’t always a good thing for you, you caused a bit of trouble with a few people.

Getting into fights when you knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help it.

And that is why your dad was now picking you up from school, his face red with frustration.

You had gotten suspended.

“They deserved it.” You muttered, throwing your backpack over your shoulder angrily.

“I told you no fighting in school, do you not listen to me at all?” Your dad scolded, making you shrug slightly.

“Whenever you tell me things I can’t do, I zone out because where’s the fun in that?” You answered honestly, making your dad groan angrily.

He drove you back to his work, telling you to stay in his office and not to move at all.

“What if I get hungry? Or have to go to the bathroom?” You objected, making your dad squint at you.

You replied by giving a sarcastic smile, before your dad closed the door and left you to your lonesome.

You sat there for what felt like hours, bored out of your mind, there was no way you were going to do homework.

So, you decided to venture out of your dad’s office, even though you were told not to.

But then again, where’s the fun in listening right?

You wandered around the building, before stumbling along the lab, which had Tony in it.

He was focused on something, so you took this as your opportunity.

You quietly entered the room, trying to not make a single sound to signal you were in there.

You slowly creeped up behind him, before standing beside him.

“Hi Uncle Tony!” You smiled, making him jump.

“Good lord Y/N, don’t do that to me!” He laughed, before pulling you into a hug.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at school?” He questioned, making you smile innocently.

“I may have.. You know.. Gotten suspended?” You spoke the last word quietly, looking at everything except him.

“Suspended! Y/N, what did you do?” Tony questioned, making you laugh to yourself.

“I’d rather not say.” You admitted, not wanting to get into the whole dilemma.

“Anyways, what are you doing? It looks a lot more fun than sitting in a boring office.” You smiled, looking at all the electronics Tony was currently working with.

“Well, Y/N, I’m actually in the process of building some new technology to help my suit.” He smiled happily, you could tell he was proud of himself.

You weren’t going to lie, you looked up to Tony, you found him a great role model, he was successful, had a great job, had super hero friends.

You wanted that.

Or something at least similar to that.

“That’s awesome, is there anything I can do to help?” You offered eagerly, making Tony’s eyes light up.

“Actually yes, see that table over there?” He pointed to a table with loads of pieces on it.

You nodded your head, observing the table, before looking back at him.

“I want you to go find pieces you think could be used to help create new equipment for my suit design.” He smiled, making you squeal with excitement.

You ran over to the table, beginning to sort pieces out, putting them into piles.

You must’ve been with Tony for about an hour an a half, you were having way more fun with him, rather than being stuck in an office.

You had eventually told Tony why you had gotten suspended, Tony could see both points of the situation.

Even though your dad was disappointed in you, Tony wasn’t, and that’s why you loved being around him.

You were busy putting pieces into different piles when you heard your dad enter the room.

“Mr. Stark, my daughter Y/N, she’s disappeared from my office and I can’t find her have you seen-” He stopped mid-sentence, seeing you over at a table, messing with objects he wished you hadn’t touched.

“Tony what did I say about letting her mess with things she shouldn’t?” Happy spoke sternly, making Tony’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“She’s helping design my new suit Happy, I think she’s okay.” Tony defended you, patting Happy’s shoulder.

“Mr. Stark, I know you think what you’re doing is okay, but it’s not. You’re influencing her rebellious behavior even more by letting her do things she’s not allowed.” Happy ran his hands over his face, annoyed and tired.

“Happy, she’s having fun, let her be creative for once. Did you ever think she was doing all of this because she wanted you to see her other side? Her creative side?” Tony questioned your dad, making him think for a second.

He never saw it like that before, maybe you were trying to tell him something, but you didn’t know how, so you showed it in a rebellious way.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m just overreacting.” Happy spoke aloud, making Tony smirk slightly.

But the more your dad thought about it, the more he realize how wrong Tony was.

“Tony, I know you think creativity is best for young kids, and I get that, but what Y/N has done and is doing now isn’t what you call creative, it’s rebellious and it needs to be dealt with responsibly.” Happy looked at you, who was sorting out parts, while Tony looked at Happy with annoyance.

“Just give her a chance.” Tony looked at you, a smile on his face, before he turned around to work on his suit design.

Your dad walked over to you, making you look up.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, not in the mood to deal with what scolding was going to come this time.

“I thought I told you to stay in my office? And then when I return and don’t see you there I get worried, I looked everywhere for you Y/N, you can’t just go running off like that anymore.” Happy chastised you, making you sigh.

“I also don’t want you working with this, these could be dangerous and I don’t want you getting hurt.” He sighed, making you leave the lab with him.

But before you could leave you heard Tony shout, “I want you to meet someone later Y/N!” Which only made you even more curious.

Who could he want you to meet?

Actually the bigger question was would your dad even let you meet them?

You were forced to stay in the office the rest of the day, your dad made you do your homework which bored the life out of you.

What felt like eternity, you were finally released out of his office, his work hours were finally over.

You were walking with your dad, he told you Tony was with the person he wanted you to meet.

“Do you know who it is?” You asked your dad, who shook his head ‘no’ in response.

You were nervous, you weren’t going to lie, you were terrible with first impressions.

You continued down the hallway until you could hear talking, it was Tony and another male voice.

You then became face to face with a young boy, he looked about your age.

“Y/N! This is Peter, Peter Parker, he’s our newest member.” Tony smiled, grabbing Peter’s shoulder.

You looked at Peter, as he looked back at you.

You gave a shy smile, which he instantly returned.

“Hey.” You simply stated, making him smile even more.

“Hey.” He replied, not once taking his eyes off you.

Happy kept looking between the two of you, his eyes widening.

“No! No I can’t have anymore problems.” He shook his finger at Peter, who stifled a laugh.

“Stark, I see what you’re trying to do, and I won’t allow it!” Happy shook his finger again, but this time at Tony who only smirked.

“Happy, they’re young, let them have fun.” Tony grinned, wrapping his arm around your dad’s shoulder, pulling him away from you and Peter.

You stood there awkwardly, as did Peter.

“Sooo..” You spoke up, looking at the floor.

“Soooooo…” He replied, a smile on his face.

“You’re the newest member, huh?” You looked at him, seeing he was already looking at you.

“Apparently so.” He chuckled, making you smile.

His laugh was adorable.

You walked over to him, and soon enough you two were walking side by side around the building.

Talking about everyone and everything.

He told you how he was Spider-Man, and how his best friend found out he was Spider-Man.

You told him how you got suspended, and why you did, which only made Peter laugh.

You found out that you both actually went to the same high school.

“How have I never seen you there before?” You asked, stopping to look at him.

“Honestly I don’t know, maybe it’s because we never really knew each other before?” He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I guess so.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

You two talked for hours, just getting to know each other.

Hours passed and it was time for you to get home, you honestly didn’t want to, you wanted to stay and talk to Peter.

But being your dad, he pulled you away, giving Peter a 'look’ which only made him chuckle.

Once you got home, your dad gave you a talk about boys, and why you shouldn’t talk to them or date them, that way it will save him the trouble of having to worry.

You only rolled your eyes, your dad was being the ridiculous over protective dad, while Tony basically threw Peter at you saying 'date him now.’

Later that night you sat in your room, listening to music, while doodling in your sketchbook.

You were focused on your drawing, when you heard a knock at your window.

You didn’t know what to do, nobody ever knocked on your window this late at night.

You hesitantly walked over to your window, only to reveal the one and only Spider-Man.

You let out a laugh, letting him into your room.

“What are you doing here?” You laughed, as Peter took off his mask.

“I wanted to see you.” He smiled, setting his mask down on your desk.

You felt yourself start to blush, you couldn’t control it.

“I don’t know what to say, nobody has ever said that to me before.” You admitted, sitting down on your bead.

He pulled a chair over, sitting down across from you.

He could tell you were insecure about being vulnerable, it was the first thing he noticed when he met you.

The way you’d close yourself off and put on a cold front so people would leave you alone.

Or the way you acted around people to get them to be afraid of you.

He knew you just needed someone to be there for you, and he took that opportunity to put himself in that place.

Love is hard, I know,

All your lights are red, but I’m green to go,

Used to see you high, now you’re only low,

All your lights are red, but I’m green to go.

Peter moved the chair closer to you, grabbing your hand gently and placing it in his.

Your eyes widened, not used to this kind of affection, but you weren’t going to lie, you loved it.

“Why are you doing this?” You whispered, looking at Peter who was deep in thought.

You could tell he wasn’t listening, so you squeezed his hand, getting his attention.

“Peter, what’s the real reason you’re doing all of this?” You whispered, looking in his eyes.

Peter swallowed nervously, he didn’t know how to say it without scaring you.

“Honestly Y/N, I fell for you, hard, and I want to be there for you on your good days and your bad days, I want to take you on cute dates, make you breakfast in the morning, I just want to be with you, because I love you, Y/N.” He gushed out, making your eyes water.

Peter loved you.

You.

You were speechless, nobody had ever confessed their feelings to you before, you didn’t know how to react.

A tear slipped down your cheek, but Peter was quick to wipe it away with his thumb.

“I-I..” You stuttered, trying to come up with words.

Peter watched you in amusement, he loved seeing you get nervous around him.

You glanced up to see a small smirk on his face, making you smile.

I want you,

I’ll color me blue,

Anything it takes to make you stay,

Only seeing myself,

When I’m looking up at you,

I want you.

“Don’t do that.” You blushed, making him laugh.

“Do what?” He challenged, making you glare at him playfully.

Peter got up off the chair, sitting down beside you.

“You know what.” You smiled, making him pretend to think.

“Nope I don’t think I do.” He smiled, turning to face you.

It was in that moment you realized how close the two of you were.

Your foreheads were basically touching, making your heart race.

Then I fell in love with a heart that beats so slow.

You both locked eyes, and then it happened, your lips connected.

It was soft, short, but full of passion.

You both pulled away, cheeks red.

“I love you too, Peter.” You whispered, looking over at the brunette boy, who wasn’t expecting you to say it back so soon.

His eyes lit up, a small on his face.

You knew he’d always be there for you, and you’d always be there for him, no matter what.

I know you’re seeing black and white,

So I’ll paint you a clear-blue sky,

Without you I am color blind,

It’s raining every time I open my eyes,

I want you.

That night you spent talking to Peter, laying on your bed, cuddled into his side, his arm wrapped around you.

He stayed the entire night, and that was the first night in while you felt genuinely happy.

Later that afternoon you broke the news to your dad, who wasn’t thrilled and said he’d kill Peter if he ever broke your heart.

Tony also told Peter he’d kill him if he hurt you, after all, Tony was someone who always looked after you.

You couldn’t have been happier, and neither could Peter, he had the girl of his dreams, and she had the guy of her dreams.

Even though you two had just met, it felt like you had known each other for years, something not a lot of people get to experience.

You were just lucky enough to be able to.

I want you,

I’ll color me blue,

Anything it takes to make you stay,

Only seeing myself,

When I’m looking up at you,

I want you.

soulmate! im youngmin

just a note: i’m not going to be creative with this soulmate stuff, just use the “you’ll know it when you see them” concept (i’m so sorry @ asker idk if you wanted me to create a whole au)

  • i feel like youngmin is a lowkey dreamer about all this soulmate stuff
  • like he’s always wondering who it is and worrying about how he’ll meet them and his first impression
  • but also being cheesy like imagining your life together and all that
  • but lowkey about it because he’s supposed to be a Cool Rapper and doesn’t want to get teased
  • once he got caught sleeptalking and woojin never let him live it down
  • “youngmin hyung, remember when you were practicing your marriage proposal to your soulmate in your sleep? i sure do.”
  • “shut up or i’m telling rhymer you’re slacking”
  • “i should have taken a video of it, dang”
  • he would totally be the type to write notes to his future soulmate
  • but ever since woojin caught him sleeptalking he started hiding it like,,,,,, at the bottom of his laundry hamper or something
  • googles “how to deodorize a book”
  • he’s forever beating himself up about the day he met you because he just came from practice and he had like 2 hours of sleep the night before and he just got out of a fucking dogpile with the other bnm boys because they were fighting over who had to go out and buy them all dinner
  • later on you tease him about it but like he still looked cute cmon
  • you can probably guess who ended up at the bottom of the dogpile
  • so you’ve been sitting in the store for a while alone eating and don’t notice him walk in at first because you’re on your phone
  • and then you hear a nice voice ask for 10 boxes of chicken to go in this cute busan accent and ur just like
  • “,,,,,ok who needs 10 boxes of chicken how fast is ur metabolism” not out loud ofc
  • so that catches your attention and you look up from your phone and your food
  • and that’s kinda when you feel it
  • you realize your soulmate is in this very room
  • youngmin feels it too and he goes into full panic mode
  • thank god he already finished his order because with his luck he would’ve been so nervous he would’ve ordered like,,,,, boxes of ketchup instead of chicken or something
  • so you two start looking around the store for one another (because you don’t really feel it until you actually see each other that’s how the soulmates thing works)
  • it doesn’t take long because he’s just right next to the ordering counter
  • i don’t wanna be cheesy and say it was Love at First Sight or anything
  • but like it was cmon let’s get some cliché in here
  • and youngmin was going to wait at the counter for his food but now he’s walking to where you’re sitting
  • he’d get there and the whole time you two are kind of staring at each other
  • a few other people around the store are watching you two
  • “yeah you bet those two are soulmates should we get out before any sappy shit happens”
  • youngmin stays standing and stares for a couple more seconds after getting there
  • you’d have to get him out of his daze
  • “hello,,,? my name is y/n”
  • “oH RIGHT HI my name is youngmin…… uh i think that,, i think you’re my… uh…….”
  • adorable nervous lil paca would probably blush and if he has long sleeves pull at them or ruffle his hair
  • you would have to break the truth to him
  • “soulmate? yeah i am, or at least i think so.”
  • youngmin would say something stupidly too straightforward like “oh,,,,,, i’m really glad you’re my soulmate- wait is that weird is it too soon i’m so sorry”
  • “oh no, it’s okay….uh,,”
  • awkward silence
  • honestly the whole ordeal would be so cringe
  • but endearing enough that you two laugh about it later
  • you two are interrupted (but you can’t really be interrupted when you’re not speaking can you) because youngmin’s order is ready
  • so he excuses himself and returns with like two huge plastic bags of chicken box sets
  • even though the tension is so thick between you two you don’t want him to go and he doesn’t want to leave you
  • but he knows the boys are going to get on his ass soon if he doesn’t bring them dinner soon i mean they are like starving lions all of them
  • you were just sitting there with your almost finished food and he was standing next to your table with his bags having a staring contest or something
  • so youngmin is finally able to think rationally after another minute
  • “if it’s not too far from your place, you can come with me to my agency–i forgot to say i’m a trainee–and meet the other boys??? i was kind of here to grab them dinner but then i saw you and- well maybe afterwards i can take you back home,,,, it shouldn’t be too far from here right?”
  • he’s so nervous he doesn’t know if you’ll agree
  • but of course you do because i mean you should get to know him better
  • the walk there is short, a little over five minutes but as soon as you get out of the store the conversation never stops
  • it’s amazing how much you can learn about someone in five minutes if you talk really fast
  • by the time you two get to the practice room you two are like best flirting friends or something (does that make sense)
  • you helped him carry a bag and he held ur free hand how cute
  • you two enter the practice rooms and oh god hell breaks loose
  • the rest of the bnm boys are YELLIN at you two and chasing you down to crowd around you it’s actually really scary
  • they’re just really energetic together and excited for their hyung and you learn to love it
  • you get bombarded with so many questions
  • woojin is a kind enough friend not to tell you everything he knows on the first encounter and youngmin is so grateful he gives him extra chicken
  • but don’t worry you’ll learn all about it soon enough
  • but yes you sit and talk to them during their dinner and youngmin walks you home afterwards
  • you two exchange numbers the whole schbang
  • gonna stress the fact that i don’t think youngmin is the type to do first date kisses a kiss on the cheek is the most ur getting sorry not sorry
  • but yes dating him is fun and you guys are together forever like soulmates are
  • the rest of ur lives together is history !!
Something Similar (11/14)

TITLE: Something Similar (Bucky x Reader)

Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 

SUMMARY: As the group translator, you seem to be the only one who can wake Bucky from his nightmares but soon everyone is left wondering if it is just your language skills that have an effect on Bucky.

WARNINGS: angsty angst 

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: OKAY SO I really want to be able to upload this twice a week but with my university course at the moment, I have to read three books a week, write two pieces of creative writing and read some critical extracts/additional materials. And on top of that I got onto this super prestigious course that involves more work and I may be getting a part time job., BASICALLY my life is a hectic mess and I’m sorry if none of this goes up when I say it will! 

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A team meeting was held for that afternoon. You’d been there for over a week now and although you were no closer to figuring out how to crack the code on that data, Tony reckoned it would take longer than ideally possible so the task was left to his hired tech guys and himself. That meant that you guys would either be back on the road again for another mission with Captain or back to base in Scotland.

Bucky had avoided Steve all day, not wanting to hear his thoughts on what had happened this morning just yet. He knew he’d have to soon enough. And he knew he should listen. But there was something much more powerful in his brain that took over his ability to comprehend any other view than that you were too good for him. That he didn’t deserve you. That Steve was too invested in the Bucky from 80 years ago that he couldn’t see that this Bucky was not worth it.

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My half of a fun sorta character design thingy I did with @thememime, which I’m wanting to do with a few other friendos overtime too~ :,D

We basically made characters for each other based on the interests n’ design motifs we know each other like, so here’s the monSTER BUDDY I MADE FOR HER.

I’m sorry for not having a ton of flavor text for him, since I wanted to see where you take the character yourself, but after you wrote up some fun stuff on your half I triED to come up with at least a little something that could go along with him .;,,D

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This competition is a mess tbh

You’ve got the people that think “Midsummer Night’s Dream” is literally referring to summer so they put on summer clothes (which I probably would have done if I hadn’t searched up the theme so I can’t blame ya!)

-the ‘I’ll Throw On Whatever Cause I Have No Clue What’s Happening’ outfits

-The small few that are inspired by Shakespeare’s comedy but get very little votes :(

-The folks that slap on the Deer Elf Queen outfit, put on some wings, and call it a day

and the rest is faerie or Titania inspired submissions


This is why they should go more in depth with the contest themes and possibly? give short little explanations along with them! That would be really cool. I see that there are lots of other Shakespeare character inspired outfits that could totally get into the Top 20! but since they dont have deer antlers or they dont look ~pretty~ enough they dont.


Honestly, Shakespeare or not, I just wanna see original and clever ideas that look actually amazing get the recognition they deserve.


people aren’t always so sure what the theme is asking, so they go look to the Top 20s outfit and get some inspiration there which isn’t an issue, but the same items are being overused so it does cause a lot of repetition and ~unoriginality~

its very unencouraging especially for newer players because you have to make your outfit look like everyone else’s to get a nice score! And if you don’t have those specific items, you do quite poorly tbh.


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It is open to interpretation and I do like that!! But putting on the Deer Elf Queen outfit with those blue/red fairy wings or some other variant of that is getting a tad bit overused BUT if thats somebodys genuine interpretation of the theme, cool! I’m not judging you personally if you want to wear it go ahead. But seeing others not taking the freedom of being creative to their advantage because that’s what everybody else is wearing or w.e


One last thing. I understand that it isn’t always the easiest thing to dress up as a character that you want to use for this competition because there aren’t much clothes yet that can perfectly imitate a Shakespearean character.

Thats what makes those unique unconventional types of outfits so impressive! Taking what you have and making something of it. That’s creativity!! and I wish I saw more of that creativity being recognized. Not just basic cookie cutter outfits.

anonymous asked:

Thanks. Basically, I feel unimportant/unspecial, if that makes sense. My little sister who's only a year younger than me is really artsy and creative. This wouldn't be a problem, accept art was my thing. I was the artist, she was the singer. Now she's both and I don't don't have a "thing". And then there's the thought that everything about me could easily be found in someone else and that I as an individual am not special, while everyone else is. Sorry this is so long, thanks for listening. -🖤

see thats where you’re wrong kiddo. everyone has their own art style. everyone is different. i have not seen one style and go “oh this looks identical to artists A’s work!” i have never ever seen that. (unless its art theft but thats just shitty unoriginal work. im talkin YOUR own original work) everyone has their own lil touch. just like you have a different touch than your sister. not to mention that your little sister probably looks up to your art. thats probably why she started

Pizza, dresses and misery

Pairing : Namjoon x you

Genre : fluff/comedy

Word count : 1743

Summary : You go shopping for a wedding dress with all the guys except Namjoon, who is not allowed to see it until the big day, so he’s upset.

requested by : @too-many-fandoms666

A/N: I had to research the terms for wedding dresses which was…interesting x) ALSO I’VE MADE A LONG ONE GUYS ! Well longer than the other ones at least :) I’m not too sure about the ending and the title though sorry x) I couldn’t think of anything creative for the title D: I know I said that I’ll be writing more mature stuff but hold on, folks ! I’m working on a request that’s basically a mature reaction so that’s going to be coming your way soon ;D

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Accents

Request by ANON: “Hi there I was wondering if you’d do an imagine/fic where Dean is dating a British girl and he keeps getting her to say random words just because he finds he accent really cute and it’s just basically really fluffy and adorable I’m sorry there isn’t much of a basic plot but I’m super sick right now and my creative brain has just gone to mush ! thank you so much and I hope this isn’t too much trouble ! :) ❤”

…I have come out of a horrible writers block and I am finally situated in my new place so hopefully more to come soon!

Warnings: cute dean, fluff, and yeah.

We had just gotten back from a hunt, as usual Dean and I sitting in the library, both holding cold beers in our hands. I had just started to stay bunker with the Winchester boys a few months ago, after Sam and Dean helped me with a very peculiar hunt. I came over from the UK about five years ago as a young girl with my parents for my dad’s job, but when I was 16 both my parents were killed passing a locally known haunted bridge. Everyone thought it was a freak accident but I also knew it was much more than that, especially when I killed the old bitch haunting that bridge. Ever since I have been hunting and only a few years into it I met my favorite boys, the Winchesters.

Sam joined us around our third beer, Sam heard Dean telling me a story about when they “fought the fairies.” So naturally the younger Winchester came into tell his side of the story. I chimed in when Dean was talking about he nuked the “hot tiny naked lady” in the microwave, “ I can’t believe you actually nuked her, how inhumane.” Dean smiled, “if you were me, you’d do the same.” I smirked and pulled the beer to my lips. “I’m legless boys, time for this gal to go to sleep.” Dean and Sam looked at me with their brows furrowed.

“What the hell does legless mean?” Dean said looking to his brother laughing. “It-” I started but then Sam joined in, “Alright Lads, I’m definitely legless, I think I’m going to take a stroll to the Lou.” Sam said in most stereotypical British accent, slapping the table as he laughed. Dean looked down laughing with his crinkled eyes. “I guess my accent is a lot thicker when I drink huh?” Dean laughed and pulled me into his lap, “Oh darlin we are just kidding, don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Dean attempted to do his best accent but it really just sounded like a pirate. “Alright Y/N, I’m getting tired so I’m going to hit the sack,” Sam said. Dean and I just said goodnight to Sammy and turned back to eachother.


“I love your accent (Y/N),” Dean said looking up at me smiling. “Do you mean to tell me that you’re only my boyfriend because of my accent,” I said acting like I actually offended. “No sweetheart, I just love it when you talk. You’re accent is one of my favorite sounds and that’s saying something.” I could almost melt right there in his arms, “You’re lucky that I actually quite fancy you or else you wouldn’t have been able to chat me up so damn easily,” I wrapped my hand around the small of his neck and pulled him for a kiss. Next thing I know Dean picks me up bridal style and carries me to our room.

badassbiebahimagines  asked:

Hey! I love your blog! I'm currently writing a mafia story and I don't know a good way to start it,do you have any tips/prompts maybe?

Hey! So sorry for the very long wait!

Tips:

• Start with something exciting/ interesting happening after a brief exposition.
• Introduce the basic traits of the MC off the bat. Are we dealing with a sassy extrovert, a snarky loner, a quiet geek, etc?
• Be as realistic as possible without sacrificing creative touches. Do your research on how the mafia works, the hierarchy, the rules, etc.
• If you want to add subtle clues to big realizations occurring later on, plant them from the beginning.
• Word dump any possible ideas for the beginning and edit later.

Prompts:

• The MC is escaping from the mafia.
• The MC is a mafia member who just lost the person they’re suposed to follow/kill.
• The MC’s loved one is the mafia leader and was just assassinated.
• The MC just witnessed a crime comitted by the mafia.
• The MC is a an undercover cop trying to join the mafia ranks.
• The leader of the mafia is trying to coerce the MC to join because they possess needed skills/connections.
• A gang war just began, and the MC is the leader of the mafia’s rival.

There should be more under ‘mafia prompts’ or 'gang prompts’. Hope I could help!

Completed


For the anon who requested Emily Prentiss  7,8 and 17 “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.” “Hold my hand.” “Where the hell have you been?” Sorry it’s so short, but I had a lot of trouble getting my creativity flowing on this one.

You were basically running down the hospital hallways at this point, pushing past people as you checked the number on every door, looking for a specific one. 334, you read and quickly pushed the door opening, bursting in.

“Where the hell have you been?” You were greeted with immediately causing a laugh to bubble out, shaking your head as you came over to the bed and sat down. She was okay, it was okay.

“Good to see you too, dear.” You answered, smiling softly at Emily. “Morgan and I were at the cabin, we didn’t have a signal, I didn’t get the call until we were all the way back in the SUV. I came here right away, I’m sorry… How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been worse.” She shrugged, “But I’m much better now that you’re here. Hold my hand?” She requested reaching out to you and you took it, giving it a squeeze. “Think you can sneak me out now that you’re here?”

“No.” You snorted, shaking your head, “You’re staying here until you get funny cleared, okay?” Emily groaned and shook her head, “You got stabbed, Emily. Let us handle the case, you rest up. Even if they release you, you’re getting lock up in the hotel room.”

“How did I get so lucky.” She chuckled, smiling at you and squeezing your hand.

“Whatcha mean?” You rolled your eyes, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I happen to have a very kind, and caring, and smart, and beautiful girlfriend. And she makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.” You flushed and ducked your head.

“Oh shush.” You chuckled, “You know I love you.”

“I love you too.” You both grinned and talked quietly for a while. You knew you had to get back to the team soon, being one man down was hard. You couldn’t afford two agents to be off the field.

“Em, I gotta go, okay?” You sighed, “They need me, and as much as I want to be here, the more man power they have, the faster we get this case solved, then we can go home.” Emily nodded and kissed the back of your hand.

“Please be safe.”

“Says you.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious, (Y/N) I’m not there to worry about you. Be safe.” You nodded and gave her a quick kiss.

“I will be safe, love you.”

“I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.” Emily pulled you back to her slightly, “But you have, and if anything happened to you, I couldn’t live with myself. So I’m serious, (Y/N). Come back to me in one piece.”

“You complete me too, Emily. I’ll be back, in one piece.” You smiled and gave her hand one more squeeze before exiting the hospital, cheeks slightly flushed from your confessions.

i don’t think i posted about it on here but yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of us releasing the Skanktral Ska Hotel album. i just wanna thank anyone who downloaded it, bought it, bought a tape, reblogged it, told their friends “check this shit out”, or even tried to listen to it. It’s a very, very stupid thing, in concept and execution, so thanks for giving it any attention. Last summer really was one of the worst times of my life, and all the attention it almost instantly got felt really incredible, even if 99% of the people who checked it out didn’t even hear the end of Rude Headed Boy Pt 2 where we straight up played Sell Out by Reel Big Fish (and then performed Sell Out). It helped get out of bed on those days, like it really did. All my joke music is basically the only form of creative expression I have (pathetic, I know) so from the bottom of my heart I really do thank you all for paying any attention to any of it. Tumblr was ground zero for it all so you get this mini paragraph about it. Sorry to anyone who’s perpetually annoyed with how often I bring it up. Thanks again.

anonymous asked:

who are some of your favorite artists?

i don’t want to label any of these people incorrectly if they don’t want to be called artists, but these are my favorite creative people and i’m probably missing a bunch

rian @thatadult  obviously amazing at everything and uses the word funny a lot which i love

rachel @kidthrift ummm my internet best friend and icon, she gets it

clara @c998 basically the most amazing illustrations ever and just overall amazing cute person

lilia @astraphila bff who always consoles me and amazing writer

joey @imjoeyyu shit i cant explain how much i love joey and her drawings and everyything

iris @coolnicegurl visionary person i just want her to style my entire life

**oh fuck im adding to this sorry but also i cant forget these boys

weston james palmer aka one of my closest friends and basically my life mentor who i call everytime im freaking out about something he understands me like no other person real shit

luca fersko who gets a lot of shit bc people are idiots but he is one of the nicest genuine smartest people i know 

spencer mcmullen lol i hope hes not reading this but he’s taught me a lot about being a creative and he’s gonna do big shit so 

anyways i have so many more but this is off the top of my head of people who use tumblr and i think they deserve the world and so much more recognition so please give it to them

Here we go;

So I have been thinking for quite a while now -okay, like three days but whatever- but I really want to try to write like fanfics, one shots or prompts with Phan in it.

—— if anyone would like for me to write something for you, I will be free to do it!


  • I write literate so no worries!
  • It can be either long or short ones, depends on how much creativity that I might have.
  • I WOULD BE REALLY HAPPY IF SOMEONE JUST SENT ME SOMETHING TO WRITE - I HAVE NO SCHOOL SO I AM BASICALLY AVAILABLE FOR MOST OF THE DAYS TO WRITE!
  • Don’t be shy to send in ideas, I am most okay with everything so write something in (either with your profile or as an anon, be free to choose. i might even follow your blog, who knows ^-^).


— I am a friendly Phannie :’) and very awkward so sorry if I come out as cringy or something! x


Send me in prompts or fic ideas


— Merry Phan Christmas ☃️

anonymous asked:

I've been trying to work on a novel for months, but between uni, work and family/friends I feel like I've made no progress for where I should be. I'm so tired at the end of the day/week from keeping up with the basics I don't have any creativity left in me. I've tried different methods (e.g. giving up social stuff to write) but so much writing advice seems to be aimed at middle class people who can afford to do whatever they want? Do you know of any resources for young working class writers??

I’m so sorry you’re finding it difficult to protect your creativity. 

I’m afraid I don’t know any resources specifically for young working-class writers, or many writing resources in general. The main thing I used was The Writers’ and Artists’ Handbook. Author blogs and newsletters might be a helpful way to get bursts of inspiration, as you can read them quickly between your other commitments. I hear @stdennard​’s newsletter is very good. 

I asked about this for you on Twitter and somebody recommended the 88 Cups of Tea podcast with Yin Chang. Podcasts in general might be a good resource, as many are free and you can sneak them in when you’re between uni and home or anywhere else. 

Is there anything you could do at your local library – any writing groups that could take you through some small, creativity-boosting exercises? (Does your uni offer anything like that?) Or maybe you could give yourself some library time every weekend and try your best to protect that hour or half-hour or however long you can spare. It would get you away from your usual environment – give you a space dedicated to creativity – and you can sit there without having to spend a penny.

Don’t listen to too much writing advice, and definitely don’t take any of it as law. It’s all subjective, and like you’ve realised, it doesn’t work for every individual or every situation. Take it all with a pinch of salt. 

You’ve said you’re worried that you’re not ‘where you should be’ – try not to think that way. It’s never too late to start or finish a story. At the moment you feel like there’s no room for your creativity to breathe, and putting yourself under time constraints will only worsen that feeling. Even if you write a few minutes whenever you can, those bits and pieces of work will accumulate into a novel. 100 words a day, for example, gives you about half an average-sized YA in a year. Some authors and blogs will frighten you by insisting you have to pump out 1000 words a day without exception or you will never be a writer, but clearly not everyone has the time or headspace to do that. Ignore what doesn’t work for you. 

Also – I’m not sure if you’re in a position to do this, but it might be worth having a chat with your family about giving you some time to work on your manuscript. I had to do this with mine when I was working on The Mime Order and still living with them, as they kept interrupting me to make tea and do chores and thinking I could just get straight back to work. They’re not creative types, and I had to explain so many times before they understood that I needed to get immersed for a while in order for my writing to flow. Eventually my mum got me a ‘do not disturb’ sign for my door, and that meant that I would deal with everything I had to do at home after I’d finished a chapter or hit my word count. 

Maybe at some point you could start a resource for working-class creatives – a blog, perhaps, or a forum. There is a serious lack of working-class voices in the publishing industry. Yours might help others out there who are struggling with the same issues. (Let me know if you do and I’ll shout about it.) 

tahleec  asked:

Hello there! Sorry to be a bother! But I was wondering what you guys have in mind when looking for artists? Is there anything in particular? ^^

Hello! You’re not bothering at all! I hope you don’t mind if we answer this publicly since it can be useful for other aspiring applicants too.
What we’re looking for, generally speaking, are solid basic skills (so anatomy, composition, perspective, colour and light) and a creative style. We also really, really love seeing your own main character in the mix!

These, of course, are general pointers and not UNBREAKABLE, UNYIELDING, UNFORGIVING LAWS: for example, artists with a really strong line might like a very simple but effective colouring style, while artists with a very graphic, bold, sylized taste might have an approach where the use of perspective is almost non-existent. If their style work well and put their strong points in the spotlight we’re obviously not going to write them of because they don’t tick all the boxes!

In Which Patrick Catches You Reading Fanfiction (Patrick Stump Reader Insert)

As requested by anon: Can u do a fic where Patrick catches u reading fob smut?

Patrick was out to dinner with his manager to discuss details about Fall Out Boy’s upcoming tour, leaving you very alone and very bored. After seeing that nothing was on TV, you turned to the internet, but cat videos and social media only got you so far before you found yourself indulging in one of your all time biggest guilty pleasures: fanfictions. Graphic, dirty, smutty fanfictions about none other than your boyfriend. You’d think that there would be no need for them if you were dating the person that they were about, but old habits die hard and you were curious to see how accurate they were now that you had some up close and personal experience with the fandom’s frequent protagonist.

Every now and then you’d have to stop, sometimes to muse over the irony of the fact that just a few months ago, you never dreamed that Patrick would ever be anything more to you than a distant figure that you knew only through the songs on your iPod and posts on the internet. But most times it was to chuckle at the wild inaccuracies that would come up in some of the fanfictions.

One of the common mistakes, for example, would be the way Patrick would meet the love interest. Just about every story had him making eye contact with a girl in the crowd during a show, or connecting with someone during a meet and greet because—and you mentally quoted with a roll of the eyes—“there was just something about her”.

No, Patrick himself had told you that not once had he felt attracted to a fan due to the fact that so many of them were underage and he had no intentions of becoming “that” scummy band guy who whisked hopeful groupies to his bus for a wild night that would only end in disappointment for them. He respected women too much to put any of them through that, and he respected himself too much to subject himself to random flings. He was picky which is why you wondered why on Earth he’d found you to be different.

Perhaps it was because you met not at a concert, but in the small coffee shop where you worked. You were so caught off guard when he waltzed in and ordered a beverage that you made his drink wrong three different times. But unlike most customers who would have scolded you and demanded their money back, he smiled kindly and asked for your number. Apparently he found your scatter-brained nature to be appealing.  It made no sense to you, but then again, it was Patrick Stump. You weren’t going to turn him down just because you were confused as hell.

It was a whirlwind romance, and despite his original claims that he wanted to take things slow, you found yourselves tangled in his bed sheets, panting after the third date. Which is how you figured out the second most common problem that popped up in fanfictions. They could never quite describe how Patrick was in bed. Granted, there were some that came close, but most couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Not once had Patrick ever come home from an extended absence only to slam you against a wall and ravage you hungrily. Never had he taken the time to light candles and nervously ask permission whenever he’d remove your clothes. And he definitely didn’t have some gigantic dick that he’d shove down your throat. He was average and frankly, you liked it that way.

Or at least you thought you did.

Lately you found yourself—as much as you hated to admit it—becoming bored. The same routine of making out, shutting the lights off, and stripping each other down grew stale. Switching only between being on top and being on bottom was dull, and the occasional slaps to your rear just didn’t make you feel as…adventurous as they used to. And maybe that was the real reason you were reading fanfictions. Because you wanted the Patrick who slammed you against things and fucked you in positions that you didn’t even know existed. But you knew things wouldn’t change, and though it was a little disappointing, you knew you’d survive because god damn was he perfect in every other way.

Still, though…

You really, really, really wanted wished he’d be more creative. Especially now that you were picturing him doing such dirty things thanks to that god damn fanfiction. You were currently entranced by a part where he’d pinned the girl’s wrists above her head as he bit and sucked at her collar bone right before he began to grind his hips against hers. As you read on you practically grew weak at the knees. He fucked the girl from behind. He pulled her hair. He ran his nails down her back.

Oh god.

You were so sucked into the story that you didn’t hear your back door open or the light footsteps that approached you from behind. In fact, it wasn’t until Patrick cleared his throat that you realized he was bent forward over the back of the couch squinting at your computer.

“What’s this?” he asked as you snapped your laptop shut.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered. “Just uh…reading an article about uh…mattresses.”

You mentally punched yourself in the gut. Mattresses? That was the best you could come up with? Then again, there was at least some fact to your lie…after all, Patrick was located on a mattress in the story.

“Really, now? Because I could’ve sworn I saw my name pop up a few times.”

“Well yeah,” you muttered. “The uh…author’s name is Patrick.”

“Uh-huh,” he replied skeptically. “And this was an informative article?”

“Yep.”

“So why did I see dialogue?”

You ripped through your brain to try to think of something. Anything. But nothing came to mind.

“I don’t know,” you finally groaned. “Why does it matter?”

“I guess it doesn’t,” he walked around the couch and plopped down next to you. “I suppose I’m just curious as to what that fanfiction is saying about me.”

“God dammit,” you ran a hand down your face and sighed. “It was nothing bad…like…you weren’t having sex with Pete or anything, if that’s what you mean.”

Patrick laughed and snaked his arm over your shoulders. “Well that’s definitely good. But I know for a fact that there are some just as weird as the ones where I’m…with…Pete…” he trailed off and shuddered a bit. Nothing irritated him more than the whole “Peterick” thing.

“No you were with a girl.”

Patrick frowned. “Like sexually?”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t think I like that.”

“It was nothing too terrible! Like, you were just…ugh. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I was just curious to see the crazy stuff people come up with.” You tried sheepishly.

“No, it’s not that,” Patrick shook his head. “I just don’t like the idea of me being with a girl that isn’t you.”

That was definitely not what you expected to come out of his mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t like thinking about being with another girl,” he repeated. “It’s like I’m symbolically cheating on you or something, and to be honest, I know some of those stories have included me dumping girlfriends I was with at the time for other people and I just don’t want you stumbling across something that you’re involved in.”

“I mean…I don’t mind. It’s called fanfiction for a reason.”

Patrick cocked his head to the side as his eyebrows furrowed. “So you don’t get jealous or upset or anything like that?”

“Nope.”

“What exactly is it about them that you like?”

“They’re just interesting, I guess. I think it’s interesting to see how people interpret you.”

“Sexually?”

You blushed and shrank down in your seat. This conversation really needed to end.

“That’s one aspect, yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because…because…because it satisfies some of my needs, okay?” you blurted out.

“I see.”

“Don’t take it the wrong way, Patrick. Honestly, everything is great, I just—“

“Send them to me.” He cut you off flatly.

“W-what?”

“Send them to me!”

“I…uh…why?”

Patrick placed his finger under your chin and tilted your head to face him as he leaned in to kiss you. But you were surprised to feel that this kiss was different from any that he’d ever given you before. This kiss was hungrier, more passionate, and…holy shit did he just bite your lip? A faint smile played at his lips when he pulled back and took in your stunned expression.

“Consider it a research project,” he whispered and kissed you again, even deeper than before. And as he kissed you, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit greedy. First you’d managed to get Patrick all to yourself, and now you were essentially about to plagiarize the hard work and creativity of his fans.

Yes, you felt greedy and guilty and remorseful. But you also felt really damn good.  

Basically as I was writing this I was like “lololol Patrick walking in on you reading fanfiction…but wait…I’m sort of making fun of fanfictions…yet…I’m…writing…one…..” 

Fanfic-inception, guys. 

I have a theory that my anon wanted this to become smutty but so many people have requested smut and I’m just so burned out and I’m sosososososososo sorry!!

Also, credit goes to the gif maker. 

anonymous asked:

Hey could I have a OW match? Demigirl (she/they) whos 5”5 and can go w/ girls or guys idm. I have brown/blonde hair and apparently really pretty eyes? They’re like grey with brown around the iris and bits of blue and green (basically a mess). I’m so shortsighted I’m practically blind and really enjoy creative stuff like singing, drawing, writing (I’m lame sorry). I’m p shy, have dysthymia and ASD, and can go from no energy to n y o o m in like 5 minutes but can spend all day on the couch. Ta!

You’re not lame at all! Those are some things I enjoy too! (or maybe we’re both lame… then we can be lame together!) Also, didn’t wanna make this too depressing so the little sanity I have left don’t wash away!


Originally posted by jennlso

I matched you with Tracer!

Lena always had a thing for you, so when she found out by some other friends you liked her too it took her 5 minutes to find you and ask you out.

She learned to play a lot of instruments so that you can sing along while she plays. When you’re drawing she’ll often look over your shoulder and ask what you’re drawing.

“I swear to god, Lena, you’re like a toddler!”, you’d laugh.

“A cute toddler, though… right?”, she’ll smile and you’ll kiss her quickly and get back to drawing.

hifftn  asked:

Writer's ask! 4, 7 and 9 😃

Sorry it took me so long to answer this!😅

4. If you had to share one fic with a family member, which fic would it be and why?

I think it would be my Torture - Soryu Oh fic because I’m very proud of it. Also, it doesn’t have any smuttiness so that’s family-friendly lol

7. Which fic do you believe you took the most creative liberty with and why?

I think my Ota Kisaki - Titanic fic. I basically just took the story, changed the characters and wrote in my own little blurbs. If that’s not creative liberty I don’t know what is lol.

9. If you could be recognized for only one fic, which would it be and why?

Well, the one I’d really like to choose hasn’t been published yet, and it’s a surprise so I can’t say what it is (not until Christmas😉) but out of the ones that are public, I would say, again, my Torture - Soryu fic because it’s the one I’m currently the most proud of.

Thanks so much for the ask!!