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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being a Lannister and making a game of trying to make Ned Stark blush.

It wasn’t unusual that you, as the absolute middle child of Tywin Lannister, younger than the twins but older than Tyrion, accompanied them on their trips to these large cities, but it was rather rare that you enjoyed yourself on them. Fortunately for you, Winterfell had something more interesting than the others, and it wasn’t just the brisk air that came through the windows and brought shivers the spine. It was the Lord of Winterfell himself, handsome, manly, strong.

A lovely feast was put on, and you were sat near the Lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark. His wife looked quite .. uninterested in the proceedings, much like your sister Cersei was, but you were taking part, asking questions about the land, even engaging with his children. But your main focus was on ‘Ned’ himself.

Cautiously, but definitely flirtatiously, you took a drink from your goblet of wine and leaned across to talk to him directly, after your brother in law, The King, spotted some full-buxom young ladies to give your attention to. You smiled at him, licking the red off your lips. “I have a question, Lord Stark.”

“What’s that?” Ned said, keeping his cool, though you did detect a little flush upon his cheeks - though that could be from the warm fire, or the nick of cold against his nose.

You grinned, knowing that this question was probably crossing a line. “How do you stay warm in the winter - is body heat really the trick to survival?”

There it was - that pink glow deepened on his cheeks, bringing out the darkness of his facial hair. “It is ... certainly one of the more helpful practices, yes,” He said.

I smiled at him warmly. “Indeed? Well, I may just have to try that tonight.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[60sgroove]

irene ♡ feel my rhythm countdown live for anon

[mshistorylover]

It’s You, It’s You

Anonymous asked:

rooster thinking nobody would be there to tap him out but then his long distance girlfriend surprises him?? please and thank uuu

Warnings: Language, Fluff

This was a Bradley x Reader request, but I did not use Y/N.

Added Bonus the dress.

Bradley’s graduation is approaching and he worries he won’t have anyone to tap him out with you being across the country. But little does he know that with the help of Admiral Kazansky and Captain Kerner you are in fact there to proudly tap him out.

Masterlist

It wasn’t easy, but you had managed to play enough phone tag to get ahold of Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. You wanted to make sure everything was planned out to a tee. Bradley was about to graduate, and you were across the country, still finishing up your last semester. But with the help of Admiral Kazansky, you had obtained a graduation ticket and a flight, and you arrived the night before. The trick was keeping it a surprise from Bradley.

“Are you excited to graduate?” You ask with a grin as you check your reflection in the mirror, looking over the sundress you wore. It was one of his favorites, a casual sleeveless navy blue V-neck dress that reached your knees and had buttons down the front. It reminded you of one of the Hawaiian shirts he loved so much, making you grin.

“Yeah, but I wish you could be there. I don’t have anyone to tap me out. Nat said something about her sister possibly tapping me out. But I wish you could, pretty girl.” You bit your lip, reminding yourself you were trying to surprise him.

“Aww, I know, baby. I promise I will make it up to you!” You say as you hear him let out a heavy sigh. You want to tell him you will be there for a brief moment. But the thought of the look on his face when you surprise him is enough to keep you quiet. “You know I will gladly use any excuse to see you in one of your uniforms.” You giggle, and you can hear him chuckle on the other line.

“Sounds like I’ll have to reenact it so you can see it, honey. As much as I don’t want to hang up, I better go if I want to be there in time. I love you so much, beautiful. Talk more after the ceremony.” He said as you told him you loved him too.

You had never met Captain Kerner, but he was easy to spot in the hallway as he waved you over.

“Ice said you were coming to surprise Bradley. He’s going to be so happy to see you. C’mon in, and I’ll show you your seat. Ice sends his hello, but being the Admiral, he is part of the ceremony.” The man says as he leads you inside. Thankfully, the crowd is large enough that you can blend in. Captain Kerner, however, still stands between you and the aisles just in case Bradley was to look toward the audience and see you. You can’t help but smile as you see several of the men in the old photo of his Dad in the audience. Turns out, even if you weren’t there to tap out Bradley, these aviators would’ve gladly tapped him out in honor of his Dad.

You watch Bradley with pride as he is announced as top of his class, and he still humbly thanks his instructors and the Admiral. One of the things you love about Bradley is while he knows he is one of the best, he doesn’t let it get to his head. He puts others first. When Admiral Kazansky announced it was time for the tap-out ceremony, you saw Bradley’s posture stiffen. For a brief moment, your heart broke, but you knew it was about to change as you made your way toward him. You see his friend Nat get tapped out and give him a sad look before she notices you as you wink at her. She bites her lip and tells Bradley she will meet him outside.

“He didn’t say you were coming.” She whispers as she passes you, making you grin.

“That’s because it’s a surprise. We’ll see you outside.” You whisper as you continue to walk toward him.

“I really do love seeing you in your uniforms, baby.” You purr as you slide a hand along his shoulders. Bradley jumps in surprise as your hand slides over his hips and moves up to his cheek as you turn his face toward you.

“W-what? Honey, what are you doing here?” He whispers as you bring his lips toward yours with a grin. You can feel him melt into the kiss as he holds you close.

“I wasn’t going to miss this for the world, baby. I am so fucking proud of you. And oh, we will have to send a thank you card or something to Admiral Kazansky and Captain Kerner. They helped make this possible.” Bradley’s arms wrap around your hips as he looks down at you, truly beaming with excitement.

“And you are wearing this dress? Fuck, sweetheart, this started out as a rough day, but seeing you here…I am…I love you, pretty girl.” He grins as he leans down to kiss you again.

“We should probably head outside. Some people are giving us stink eye.” You whisper, making him laugh loudly.

“They are just jealous of my beautiful girlfriend who came all the way across the country to be here. I am the luckiest man in the world.” He laces his fingers in yours, bringing them to his lips and kissing them before you head outside.

When the two of you head toward the Bronco, he is still grinning as he gently spins you around as if you are dancing.

“I still can’t get over you making it today, baby.” You bite your lip, pulling him toward you and kissing his lips.

“I already told you I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.” You giggle as he opens the passenger door for you. Michael Bublé’s song Everything plays on the radio as Bradley begins to sing along cheerfully. He refuses to let go of your hand as he kisses your knuckles again.

“Oh, when you smile at me, you know exactly what you do. Baby, don’t pretend that you don’t know it’s true, ’cause you can see it when I look at you. And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times, It’s you, it’s you, you make me sing. You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything, You’re a carousel, you’re a wishing well, And you light me up when you ring my bell….” You love hearing Bradley sing; he knows you love when he serenades you. The grin on his face makes this very clear as his thumb brushes over your knuckles.

“You’re a mystery, you’re from outer space, You’re every minute of my every day, And I can’t believe, uh, that I’m your man. And I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can. Whatever comes our way, oh, we’ll see it through. And you know that’s what our love can do. And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times, It’s you, it’s you, you make me sing. You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything….” You hum along to the song as he makes his way back to his rented apartment. When he finishes the song, he stops at a red light and leans over to kiss you. “I love you so much, baby.” He beams as you giggle. You feel your cheeks heating up as he gives you a playful wink. You will never know what you did to deserve such a perfect man, but you weren’t going to argue. You knew you were the luckiest damn woman in the universe. Instead of turning right to reach the apartment complex he’s staying at, he turns left, pulls into a scenic parking lot, and unbuckles his seatbelt.

“Do me a favor, beautiful. Can you open the glove compartment?” Your brows furrow in confusion before you open the glove compartment, only to gasp when you see a small velvet box sitting there. The grin on Bradley’s face tells you exactly what it is. “I was going to surprise you at your graduation…but I can’t wait for another second. Will you make me the luckiest man and make this one of the best days of my life and marry me?” He asks as he gently takes the box from you and opens it. Inside is his mother’s ring. You know that ring, it’s the one in the old photos that are placed around your shared apartment back home.

“YES! YES, YESSS! A million and more times, yes!” You squeal as he slides the ring on your finger, pulling you into a kiss. It turns out that you weren’t the only one doing the surprising today. “One question though…will you wear your dress whites for our wedding too?” You whisper, making him laugh.

“For you, baby? Of course, now c’mere, beautiful.” He purrs as he pulls you into his lap, kissing you until you are breathless. You made a mental note to send far more than a thank you card to Admiral Kazansky and Captain Kerner. You were about to send them one of those Omaha Steak boxes you kept getting ads for. And those men were for sure getting a damn wedding invite for making today possible.

[fobnsfwdoodles]

may I request Patrick in pretty lingerie? my boy has the rack and the bulge for it

He sure fucjiin does 😭✨ sorry I sat on this request for so long, Patrick and lingerie are two of my fave things and I was so scared that nothing I could draw would do this justice

[hey-color-palettes]

A pallete for the name Nic?

#1e1c1c || #f2ecde || #b6d3c0 || #649396 || #3a4563

[bycosmiclight]

[technoartist]

i saw the fusion thing, what if mommy mearest/mom lalonde meetup? (and also maybe alpha rose if its not too much?)

Here’s a couple of sketches! The first is less of an interaction & more of a mashup in a way, but I’m still pretty proud of it! I might make it into a full piece later. The second is how I would imagine the two of meeting for the first time would be like (at some sort of wine shop, sharing each other’s opinions)!

Thanks for the request!

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Multifandom fusions & interactions!

[dirt-cup-draco]

Bucky x Reader- Fill My Cup

- Hi I saw your post about the love language and was wondering if you could write one with Bucky Barnes with the love language physical touch and -Bucky with quality time/physical touch for @hommoturttle

Loving Bucky Barnes was an uphill battle. Sometime he carried you and sometimes he was the one to lean on you and let you take him the extra mile he didn’t think himself capable of. You were starting to stumble and slide down the hill though and Bucky wasn’t able to catch you before you started to close yourself off. He couldn’t, not when he was in some far away location he couldn’t disclose to you. 

You had gone into your relationship knowing he would be aiding the avengers and fighting for good alongside his best friend Steve but you couldn’t help but miss him every second he was gone. And it had been three weeks. You knew his homecoming was due soon but you couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow in your chest. You caught yourself wondering late at night when the bed was too cold and your cup had been emptied from a rough day if it was worth it. 

The second the traitorous thought had entered your mind you swept away, guilt burning hot and quick in your veins. Of course it was worth it, you loved Bucky more than you’d loved anyone and you knew even a minute with him was worth three weeks apart. Yet in your loneliness you craved for time together. 

You felt most loved, and felt like you could give the most love, by being near to Bucky, by him wanting to be near you. You adored quality time spent with the winter soldier and he felt most loved by your delicate touches and the way you reached out to hold his hand just because. You loved the surprise dates late at night after work and he loved the way you’d brush his hair every morning while he brushed his teeth just because he didn’t have the patience for the tangles.

So the weeks apart had started to drag on you more than you had thought. You sat curled up in your room, comforter up tight around your shoulders and you inhaled deeply. You and Bucky had lived together too long for you to smell him on your pillows. You had both made it your shared space and so your bed was a mix of your perfume and his coconut shampoo, it meddled together and became something all its own. 

It gave you some peace of mind but you knew you wouldn’t truly feel like yourself until Bucky was home. You hoped, and knew, he would be filling similarly but you couldn’t help but berate yourself for being needy. Bucky had never made you feel ashamed for the amount of time you wanted to spend with him, had never found it suffocating or odd, yet you feared one day it would become too much for him. 

Groaning as your thoughts became tangled you reached over to your bedside table and pulled out the most recent letter from Bucky. He left one for you to read every time he went on a long mission and it was as if he knew just what you needed to hear each time to get you through the last couple days, hours, minutes, without him. 

I miss you more than you know. I’ll be home quicker than you realize. I can’t wait to just sit on the couch with you and not give a damn about the rest of the world for a couple days. Take care of yourself doll. Love, Buck. 

He didn’t need too many words to soothe your aching heart and you pressed  tender kiss to the already warn paper. You could speak the words easily now with no reference as you’d read it at least once a day since he left. Smiling brighter than you had all day you let your eyelids grow heavy and close. By the time you woke, Bucky would be home. 

Dreams flashed through your mind in quick succession, one shifting and changing into another and leaving your mind feeling muddled as you woke up trying to remember all of your dreams and not even being able to hold onto a scrap of one as the scrambled away from your efforts to remember. In your grogginess you’d nearly forgotten the main reason for your nap. You hadn’t been tired, you had just wanted the hours of the day to float over you instead of teasing and mocking. 

It was the rattling of the doorknob that brought you fully to the present, sleepiness no longer fogging up your brain. You jolted out of bed and ran to the door, a grin so wide your cheeks hurt stretching your features with bliss. You tugged on the doorknob at the same time your true love pushed on the door. It swung wide open and you stumbled back one small step but Bucky was as alert as ever and in half a moment his arm was around you pulling you against his chest and keeping you upright from your too eager tug on the door. 

Your heart thumped and then skipped a beat and then preformed an irish jig as you let Bucky’s comforting presence wash over you. You felt as if you weren’t close enough and he seemed to have the same thought as his hands found the backs of your thighs. He hoisted you up and you leaned back just enough so that you could study his face. 

“Forget what I look like already?” He teased, hands squeezing your thighs as you giggled, brushing your nose against his. Bucky grumbled softly as your lips missed contact with his. 

“Missed you,” Was all you could get out before he was kissing you fervently, like he never had and never would again. His own grin interrupted the kiss but he wasn’t ready yet to set you down and you seemed just as happy in his arms as your legs tightened around his waist. 

“Missed you too, everything okay?” Bucky had to ask, seeing that familiar loneliness in your eyes. It was what had first drawn him to you and he saw the forlorn look far less in the years you had been together but it reappeared every time he went away. 

“Mhmm,” You promised, lips feather soft against his forehead in reassurance. 

“Cup full now?” Bucky pressed once more, using a phrase you often used with him to show you were both fulfilled in the relationship. 

“Never empty when I’m with you,” 

“That’s my girl,” Bucky grinned carrying you to the couch in your too large room that Stark provided. The tv already had something playing but the white noise was silenced by your giggle as Bucky slumped onto the couch, you trapped carefully beneath him. 

You spent the rest of that night and well into the next day with Bucky never straying far and it was if the past three weeks had disappeared. Your cups had finally filled after running on low and you couldn’t be happier.