happy-squeal

settle down | (m)

• pairing: min yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi
• genre/warnings: smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers
• words: 14,930
→summary: An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him…
• note. this is a remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly (very?) different.

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└ OTP is teasing us~

Cr: VS Arashi 27.07.2017 めざましテレビ report, Arashi ni Shiyagare 22.07.2017, 29.07.2017

The little things
  • <p> <b></b> 🍼 stuffies. LOTS. OF. STUFFIES<p/><b></b> 🍼 mute 99.9% of the time<p/><b></b> 🍼"mhm"<p/><b></b> 🍼"nuh uh"<p/><b></b> 🍼*sticks out tongue*<p/><b></b> 🍼 Squeaks<p/><b></b> 🍼happy wiggles<p/><b></b> 🍼whiney voice<p/><b></b> 🍼nibbles on anything<p/><b></b> 🍼sucks on thumb<p/><b></b> 🍼Grabby hands<p/><b></b> 🍼giggles at everything<p/><b></b> 🍼pouty lip<p/><b></b> 🍼13 blankets<p/><b></b> 🍼fuzzy socks<p/><b></b> 🍼*yawns* ...no I not tiwed.. *yawns again*<p/><b></b> 🍼happy squeals<p/><b></b> 🍼cries over everything<p/><b></b> 🍼messy hair<p/><b></b> 🍼sleepy eyes<p/><b></b> 🍼VERY messy eater<p/><b></b> 🍼*wants to cuddle 103% of the time*<p/></p>
A cat person - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: DAMN I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Can I request a Sirius x reader where he finds her as animagus (cat) and become super close and always tries to take her to his room and class and everywhere but like.. she can’t and one day decides to tell him?❤️❤️ 

Yayyy!
Warnings: Um, I don’t really know. My English, not that great?
Image and Gif aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.
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You had finally achieved the transformation.

You had tried for months, followed every step. Of course, nobody knew. You, however,  had guessed that McGonagall was an exception.
You had to keep a leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and you could honestly say that it sucked. You weren’t able to speak or eat properly and even the last person that you talked to was worried that something was wrong. Lily had even insisted for you to visit Madam Pomfrey. But you managed to escape that. She would know instantly.
Another bummer was that you couldn’t choose your animagus form. If you could, you would very much like to be a lion or a tiger or even a cat. You knew that your form would represent your personality and you liked to think that you, just like a cat, can show all the affection in the world if someone had earned it but was independent and very well self-sufficient. And it was cute.
You had read that your animagus form and your Patronus could be the same. There was an exception, though. Your Patronus could change- so it would represent the soul of your significant other. You didn’t know your Patronus yet but you were quite positive that it would reveal your long-time crush on a certain raven-haired, gray-eyed boy. The crush was formed the very moment you laid eyes on him. But you were not that great when it came to actions. You just sat back while he slept with everyone. Literally everyone. But you didn’t do anything. What could you do anyways?
 So, here you were. Your first transformation.
You felt dizzy-like you had been drinking for a while. Kind of light headed. You looked down. Paws? Small paws? You wanted to squeal in happiness and excitement but all you managed to do was meow.
“Aren’t you adorable?”. Wait. What? You stopped walking because two strong hands picked you up, gently. You wanted to tell them to put you back down that instant but again, you just meowed.
He laughed. Oh, no. You knew that sound. You knew that laugh. Just your luck.
“Fiesty. But adorable” he continued, slightly petting your head, his slender fingers going through your fur. You purred before you could stop yourself. You must have been tiny for him to carry you in his palms.
“How did you end up here, alone?” he asked you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You moved your paws in a way that revealed your annoyance. He smiled and you felt yourself melting under his touch. But why was he outside that late?
“You need a name, don’t you?” he said softly. Not that you didn’t like him being there or that you were complaining. You leaned your head to his fingers. That was all it took. His smile dropped.
“Care to listen?” he simply asked you, his voice strained of happiness. You meowed. He remained still for a moment. You nudged him with your head.
“I have to be in my dorm and you are coming with me”. Was he insane? He was talking to a cat. Did he expect an answer? He chuckled.

His friends were fast asleep and you felt really bad for him. He truly needed someone to listen. He plopped down onto his bed, softly placing you onto his lap. You nuzzled him and purred, rubbing your head against his stomach. He was petting you like it was calming him down.
“Alright, tiger. Here is the deal…”Tiger? Really, tiger? He started telling you about his life and his family and even you wouldn’t call those people family; how he was treated and how he reacted. Eventually, he admitted that he wasn’t carefree and that it hurt him when he was disowned because after all, he was their son, their blood and you saw how hard it was for him. He tried to play it off but you just gave him a sympathetic look and bit his fingers playfully. What did I just do?
You spent all night with him-in your animagus form, of course. At some point he fell asleep, his hands still petting you. You felt torn. You wanted to stay but you had to -
To hell with it.
You carefully moved near his head, curled up in a furry ball and fell asleep. You wanted to show him that someone did care.


That had been going on about a month now. You were staying all night with him and once he got out of the room for breakfast you’d run like hellfire was coming your way. Just to make it in time. The last couple of days though, he had tried to carry you to class with him. Something that was impossible. You would miss the class and all of the professors would know that you were an illegal animagus. Neither were things you were looking forward to.
He, however, had managed to do it yesterday.

You were extremely uncomfortable. You hadn’t managed to stop him from carrying you to McGonagall’s class.Out of all of your professors, it had to be the other cat animagus. You knew she knew the moment she saw you. She smiled to herself.
“Mr. Black what on earth are you carrying?” she questioned him but her voice wasn’t stiff. She actually enjoyed it.
“My cat. Meet Tiger. Tiger, meet Minnie” he proudly introduced you. You were thankful that animals don’t blush.
“Your..cat?” she raised an eyebrow in question. Sirius grinned like a mad man.
“I adopted her” he answered, thinking that Minnie would be proud. And she was. But for a different reason. She just gave him a pointed look and walked away.
“I am not sure you want that kind of relationship with her” she whispered under her breath but you heard it.

You walked into his room. A cat. A cat walked into his room. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that all he ever saw was a cat.
You had learned that he was an animagus too- a black dog, which was the biggest irony in the world- as well as Remus’ secret. Not that you didn’t suspect it earlier. His words came as a confirmation.
He was already inside, looking kind of mad.
“You sneaky little Tiger” he said in a mocking way, pointing you-the cat. You furrowed your eyebrows, wait-not yours per say. You waltzed all the way to him, jumped on his bed and made yourself comfortable on his lap. You gave him a puzzled look or at least that was what you were aiming for. You meowed in protest when he removed you from his lap and almost scratched him.
“You haven’t let me impress her! She is never around when you are. Let me take you to her. PLEASE” he exclaimed with a funny look on his face. Oh, no. He wanted to use you to impress a girl?
You abruptly yet gracefully landed on the floor, making your way out. You really wanted to be alone for a second.
“Wait. No! Don’t go, Tiger” he said and a moment later you found yourself halting. He sounded… broken.
“She is never gonna like me. I mean-ugh!”. You weren’t sure if you should scream because ‘she’ wasn’t you or because he was hurt. But you did value his happiness a bit more than yours, so when he picked you up and petted you, you let him.
“Sure-most girls just throw themselves at me but she is not like that. She is this angelic-like creature; she is radiating. The sun doesn’t stand a chance. Her smile… oh, Tiger… her smile” he trailed off. He had that stupid grin on his face.        He looked cute. You would never have guessed that he could fall so much in love. She was one of the luckiest people on earth to have him swept off his feet- and she didn’t even know. He caressed your small head with affection. Something that you could only gain while in this form.
“I wish I could ask her on a date. Even her name is perfect. Have you ever heard a name so… Y/N. I mean it’s flowing like water- Tiger? Tiger!?”. You had lost your balance and fell down to the floor. Then, before you could think what had just happened, three idiots walked in.
“Still in love with Tiger?” James teased him but petted you while giving you a sweet smile. You, however, could only think of his previous words. Did he really say your name? Like you were that ‘she’?
“No, Prongs. That’s Y/N” Peter said, laughing and you knew that if you weren’t already on the floor you would have fallen.
“Man up and ask her out, Pads” Remus advised him. Bless your soul, Moony!
You run out of their room and made a beeline to yours. You could really use a moment.
 Once you were safely inside your dorm, you changed back to your human self! Finally.
You decided to skip tonight’s meeting and actually leave him a bit alone.
He actually liked you. He liked you. You kept repeating that to yourself but it didn’t seem any less impressive. You thought that you must have done something really good to deserve it.

 You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and cheerfully participating in the conversation that your friends had started. Something about boys. Oh, you thought about boys, alright. One in particular.
 You noticed the group walking in and sitting down next to you. James, of course, sat next to his Lily-flower. You chuckled.
 You could tell that he was staring at you and you felt your heart skip several beats. With all the courage you had muster to find for a second, you turned towards him, smiled brightly. He was taken aback. Your smile only grew bigger.
“Good morning Sirius” you said kindly and very amused.
“H-Hi!” he stuttered out. You held back the urge to chuckle. The great Sirius Black. Everyone’s attention was on you.
“I would love to go out with you” you said nonchalantly while you poured some milk into your coffee. You could hear the gasps coming from everyone. Literally everyone. You looked at him like nothing had happened. He was choking on his breath.
“How- Wha-Uh?” he breathed out completely bewildered.
“A little cat told me” you said, sending him a wink. His eyes almost popped out. You laughed. He was so dense.
“You’re an animagus!” he whispered-yelled, causing you to shush him.
“What can I say.? For a dog, you are quite the cat person” you mocked him, continuing your breakfast, but not before you reached and pecked his cheek.
Little did you know, he was left breathless, bright red and smiling like he had won the lottery. Because in his mind, he had.

so guess what

so i made myself a t-shirt designe and … it finally arrived!

TADAAAAAA!!! :D *happy squealing*

the colors are a bit tad darker, butt love it anyways!!! X3

i got permission from @loverofpiggies to make this. THANK YOU!!! :D

and @alainaprana, if you really love to have one, just give me an e-mail and i send this to you! :3

BEST. DAY. EVER!!!

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7.16.17 | 4:48 PM
I embarrassingly squealed and happy danced to finally see and walk and shop in muji for the first time ever! after a year of captivation from the studyblr community, this was so satisfying! ♡ Today was full of so much adventure, more than I’ve ever experienced all year! The rest of the week to go ~

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Thank you for your lovely comments, darlings!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompts!! Enjoy!!! <3

Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse. 


“We have to go.” Kiss

“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss

“One day – kiss – we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll definitely expel us.” Hard Kiss.

“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy make out.” Bite.

Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple, mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no tomorrow for God knows how long now.

That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day, regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.

They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms, without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.

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Necessary

“I can already tell, that it won’t taste as deliciously as you would.”

Précis: In which you go on a date with your supposed boyfriend who loves to flirt, and not just with you.

Note: *starts snickering* does anyone remember this? One of my first bts fics ever, and it’s back and revamped. You’ll thank me later. | Words ➳ 7.4k

Genre & Warning: Angsty with a side of fluff, or am I lying? No warning, goodbye.


It was on a frosty evening when you found yourself sitting alone on a metallic bench, your eyes filled with such awe and longing as you watched the snow fall softly. You didn’t know what it was, but as your hand slowly reached out to grab a few snowflakes onto your glove, you inspected them carefully and smiled at how delicately they were made, as if the angels residing in the clouds took their time to construct and sculpt each one as they flew freely into the sky; only to be smothered and perished into the ground.

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Too Independent Pt. 1

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader 

Length: 2129+ words [I didn’t think it was this long tbh…] 

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: Do you guys remember that video of the dad who calmed their crying baby by sleeping in their crib, and they tried leaving, but their kid wasn’t having any of it? Well… this was very much inspired by that video! And of course, because it’s me, I had to put a bit of angst here and there- moreso in the next part! 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Part 1       Part 2


Dean groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. Not only did the witch get away, but she left some annoying consequences for the brothers to deal with. Their youngest sister sat on the floor. Her would be adult body was now a toddler- not even a toddler, a baby. The witch had freaking turned his baby sister into a baby. She tilted her head to the side, looking up at her older brother, hazel eyes wide with confusion.

“Dean! Where’s-” Sam stopped in his track just behind his older brother, looking down at the baby in front of them. “Is that-”

“Yea.” Dean threw his arms up in frustration, stomping away. “Damn it!”

Y/N watched her older brother for a few seconds, her bottom lip quivering. Soon enough, a wail erupted from her small figure. Fear and confusion bubbling inside of her.

“Damn it, Dean,” Sam cursed under his breath. “You scared her.” The youngest brother picked his sister up, adjusting her clothes that are now too big on her, and placing her against his side. “Hey, now. You’re okay.” He gently bounced her while cooing.

“C’mon. Let’s just get back to the bunker,” Dean said roughly, walking back to the Impala without a second glance to his younger siblings.

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nick-writes-shit  asked:

When it comes to the whole "Only a Shimada can control the dragons" thing, I personally believe it also extends when marrying into the Shimada family. So, could you do Hanzo and Genji's reaction to their s/o being able to control a dragon or dragons? (Hanzo and Genji separately of course). Please and thank you! Love your blog, btw.

Bless your icon, it heals my soul~
btw I believe this too. 
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HANZO

The word ‘annoyed’ was a severe undstatement to what Hanzo was feeling at this point of time. Both you and him were called for an apparently important mission in the middle of your honeymoon. Two weeks alone with you in Hanamura was all he wanted, but he should’ve known something like this would happen.

“HANZO LOOK OUT!” He quickly turned his attention from his current target to behind him where you were. You elbowed the man in the chest knocking the wind out of him then pointing your pistol to the sniper up above ready to shoot your husband. But before you pulled the trigger a blue mist spiraled around your wrist then around the barrel of you pistol and the moment you pulled the trigger Hanzo’s twin dragons erupted going through Hanzo and then knocking down the sniper and the other men behind him.

The both of you stood there shocked as to what had just happened. Your hand was shaking and you lost grip of your pistol causing it to fall onto the ground. Hanzo rushed to you hands firmly place on your shoulders.
“D-did I.. that… what?” You looked at Hanzo confused clear as day.
“Only a Shimada can control the dragons, you are a Shimada.” You had to let the information sink in for a bit trying to make sense of it amongst your muddled mind.
“Oh.” Hanzo hugged you happy as this proved that you’re a Shimada now.


GENJI

Genji sighed happily slouching over with his arms propped up on his knees head in hands as he watched you train from his spot on the hill.
“You seem happy my student.” His master chimed watching his student stare of in the distance in awe.
“My apologies master. It’s just… I can’t believe I’m married, to (Y/N) at that.” Even though its been a good 8 months since you’ve bee married to each other he’s still on the high. He hopes that this feeling would never end.

He watched every step, every punch, every single movement that you make. Genji’s body was all jittery and chest all fluttery smile ever present. But a slight movement around you caught his attention. He wasn’t sure what it was at first until it was apparent that it actually a green mist slowly forming around your body. It seemed familiar.

Genji slowly stood up walking towards you. Your movements kept at a constant pace and the mist continued to form.
“Oh hey Genji.” The mist disappeared when you stopped to turn and went to give your husband a kiss which he returned happily with his arms around your waist. He saw a stick by your feet and picked it up handing it over to you.
“Try and hit me.” You tilted your head in confusion but stood back in a ready stance. You went to hit him which he block, you went to hit again and he blocked. This continued for a few minutes until the green mist formed again.
“Now hit me with everything you’ve got.” You nodded taking a few steps back then swung at full force causing Genji’s dragon to rush out at him but not affecting him.

All you did was star at your hands in awe then looked up at him with a wide grin. Genji tried his best to squeal in happiness for you and tackled you to the ground.

Monsta X Reaction to: Coming Home to Their Wife Asleep on the Couch, Their 3 Month Baby on Her Chest

Hello! :D Can I request a Monsta X reaction when they got home from work and their wife is sleeping on the couch with their 3 months old baby on her chest? :D Some fluffy fluff PLS. Thank you, love your blog :*


Shownu: He’s such a dad. Although the moment is cute, he’s paranoid you might roll over and harm the baby .. But he doesn’t want to disturb either of you. Dad problems, haha. Instead, he sets up a makeshift bed in the space between the couch and coffee table. That way, he can check on you both throughout the night, without disturbing either of you. And he gets to watch his most treasured ppl sleep peacefully.

Originally posted by oldsways

Wonho: Finds the identical lines of drool so adorable. Even your sleeping positions were similar. “You inherited that from your mother,” he tells the sleeping baby softly.

Originally posted by dhjung

Minhyuk: Has to hold back a dolphin squeal. He’ll take 200 pictures, sending them all to the guys. And he stands around for a while too, just watching you both sleep in awe. It makes him feel humbled, to return after a concert with Monbebe’s chanting his name, to his baby and wife sleeping comfortably.

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Kihyun: Simply melts. He wants to chastise you for falling asleep with no blanket but he can’t. His heart is fluttering too much. He simply finds a blanket, drapes it over you two, and goes to bed.

Originally posted by aceyng

Hyungwon: Although the scene is a cute one, Hyungwon can’t help but remember that one (1) time he fell asleep with the baby. And you yelled him out that he could roll over and smother the child. So although cute, it’s very … ironic, that he should stumble upon you asleep with the baby. Very ironic, indeed.

Originally posted by min-shookga-yoongi

Jooheon: Can’t contain a squeal of happiness. It’s so loud that it startles the baby awake and she jumps. Afraid of waking you, he gently slips the baby from your arms and bounces her, pulling faces and rocking her. Anything to keep the tears she threatened at bay.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry! Then mommy will be mad and then I’ll cry.”

Originally posted by jhopejung

I.M: Wants to squeal or at least join in, but he’s afraid of waking you both up. Instead, he’ll snap a cute picture, immediately setting it as his screensaver. “Sleep well,” he whispers, pressing light kisses to yours and the baby’s forehead.

Originally posted by wonhontology

Finding Closure (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by heartfularry

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It’s Hard to Balance | Part ii

Description: With her sudden separation from her mother, the Reader feels more free than she has ever been with her new family. Although, being a Stark is going to present a dozen other problems, one being that her secrets are going to be a little harder to keep. But with the missing half of the team her family assuring her she’s not alone, and her upcoming date with Peter Parker, things are really starting to look up.

Words: 3,263 (yikes)

Notes: I have no idea where this series is going, but I do know that it’s fun to write.

Characters: Michelle “MJ” Jones, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson.

Ships: Avengers x Superpowered!Reader, Peter Parker x Superpowered!Reader

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THREE MONTHS LATER

“Yeah,” You said softly into the phone,”Tony’s adopting me. She gave me up as soon as they told her.” The memory of your mother’s disbelieving hiss echoed in your mind, ringing louder and louder,”Starling.” She scoffed,”Yes, I’m sure my disappointment of a daughter is a superhero. Funny.”

Steve silenced her voice with his own,”Look on the bright side,” He suggested, deep voice not quite real over the phone,”You’ll have everything you’ll ever need with Tony. He loves you, I love you, the whole team loves you. You’re basically our kid, and now it’s just in official writing.”

You sniffled,”Yeah, that’s true. He keeps shoving the idea of a vacation to Hawaii in my face. It’s nice, though I would rather stay here and protect the city.” You could hear your mentor and older brother smile crookedly, the cold telephone even colder against your face in the winter weather,”And I’m guessing you’re staying in school? Figured Tony would want you homeschooled…”

“For stupid reasons, but yes.” You laughed, pulling your sweater tighter around your figure.”Hey, that’s good! School’s important, even if you’re staying there for stupid reasons.” Steve reminded, background voices on the other end becoming louder. Before the phone was taken from him, you asked tentatively,”How is he?”

Sighing out of his nose, Steve thought of his best friend,”He’s still under. But they’ve figured out a way to repair his memories while he’s sleeping. By the time he wakes up, he’ll be the man I knew before.” You smiled, elated to hear the news,”Perfect. You guys wake him up every once in awhile, right? Tell him I said hi.” You requested.”Sure thing. Here, Wanda wants to talk to you.” There was a small commotion on the other end as people argued over who would talk to you next, and you grinned, bigger than you’d ever grinned in months. So this is what it felt like to have a family that loved you.

Wanda laughed,”” In Sokovian as soon as the phone came into her hands. You laughed with her, face brightening,”” You responded just as eagerly. She grinned proudly,”You have been learning more, I see.” You went on to explain you had a school project involving foreign countries. You’d chosen Sokovia and researched more words to impress her.

“Vell, I’m definitely impressed. How are things vith that cute boy you like?” Wanda pried, accent coming through in her vibrant excitement. You flushed, remembering the events that were to take place soon,”Okay, um, don’t tell anyone… but… I may have a date with him in a few days.” You admitted. She emitted a loud, happy squeal,”Oh, Y/N! The next time ve speak, you are telling me everything!”

After you relayed to Clint how his family was doing, informed Sam that you had eaten all of his snacks, and assured that Scott’s daughter was fine, you walked the rest of the way to school. You’d never been happier.

You got a package today, kid. - Tonironi

And why is my name Tonironi on your phone? Lame. - Tonironi

You retrieved your new Stark Tech phone from your pocket, the next song on your playlist beginning as you answered the message. You finished typing it as soon as your shoes hit the grass of the football field, a passing group of girls looking in your direction and whispering frantically. News had spread quickly that you were being adopted by Tony Stark, the mystery of Starling’s secret identity unraveling with the story.

Who from? And if someone read my texts and saw your real name, they’d freak. - You

You ducked as a football sailed over your head, nearly striking a band kid in the face. This brought laughter from the popular portion of the crowd heading inside the building. You pulled out your earbuds and put them away, taking your usual route to get to your locker. You paused at the mural at the entrance, painted by the Art Club a few years before you came to the school. Einstein, Tesla, and many others coated the walls.

It doesn’t have a name or return address, just the Wakandan seal. - Tonironi

And hey! I made that phone myself! It’s got a passcode, fingerprint identification, retinal scanner, and like 2,000 other things! No one is going to break in and read your texts - Tonironi

You stared at the mural, at the faces of Abraham Erskine and Howard Stark. To think, you knew three people who had met each of them. But you had to double take at the text, The Wakandan seal? This had to be what Sam mentioned on the phone; in Wakanda, it was customary to welcome an adopted child into the family with a care package. Sam also added,”We hid something for you in there. They’re not gonna find it, so you’ll have to.”

Knowing Tony was already having a security team go through it, you nodded, hoping that this wouldn’t get your family caught. You weren’t sure if you wanted them found or not, either.

Gotta head to class, Tony. See you soon. - You

You smiled at the following text,

Stay safe, kid. Have a good day. - Tonironi

You replied with a quick you too, before nearly walking into the person at your locker.”Texting a boy?” MJ guessed, closing her copy of The Manchurian Candidate. You made a face as you entered your combination into the lock,”Ew, no. I was texting my…” You stopped, trying to consider what to call Tony,”… Dad.”

“Tony Stark, right? Because that’s what everyone’s been saying.” MJ said “Tony Stark” like it was a joke, smirking as she raised an eyebrow. You deposited your books inside your locker, breath catching in your throat once you saw the note. Pretending it wasn’t there, you took it and your books and folded them into your arms.

“Yeah, it’s… my month’s been crazy, MJ.” You summarized, indicating you’d tell her at lunch. She trailed you down the hall, the first bell ringing,”You’re shitting me. I thought you were joking when you said your mom kicked you out.”

“Yeah, well, she did. They told her, and she didn’t want me.” You whispered to her. A boy ran into your shoulder, dodging around you without an apology. MJ flipped him off as you kept walking in tandem,” She knows you’re Lumin?” MJ hissed. You jogged up the steps, the pressure bookbag against your shoulder nothing in comparison to the pressure you’d face as a Stark. You nodded solemnly, looking straight forward at the incoming stairs.

“She gave me up immediately. Tony rushed in, and his lawyers took care of it all like it was nothing. The papers will go in on Friday, and then I’ll be Y/N Stark-L/N.” You gave her a soft smile,”It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, to be honest.”

MJ observed your expression, allowing a proud smirk to come over her features,”I’m happy for you. Finally got away from that witch.” You let out an angry sigh at the thought of your mother, adjusting your grip on your books,”Don’t even get me started. For the rest of my life, it’ll be Stark this and Stark that, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“But don’t you know what this means?” MJ’s eyebrows furrowed in concern,”Everyone’s going to make the connection. By next week, everyone will know who you are.”

“No, he’s got a plan, I think. The government would never let him reveal information like that, and Natasha promised me that she’d do anything to protect my identity.” Michelle pushed open the door to your first-morning class, shoulders slouching,”You’re still going to turn into one of the popular kids.” She grumbled. You grabbed her shoulder abruptly, her curls swinging with your sudden use of strength.

No way,” You assured firmly,”You’re like my best friend. I’m not going to turn into one of the things you hate.” You smiled at her, poking her cheek as you slid into your seat,”But I am totally going to buy you a ton of books. As many as I can.” You promised. A smile flickered across Michelle’s face, and she tucked into her own seat at the back of the class without another word.

As class started, you waited until some students were blocking her view of you to open the note. You unfolded it, the handwriting you recognized in every one of your letters popping to life in blue ink. It was written on sketching paper, torn into a rough square and folded into a compact rectangle. T’Challa sent you a bunch of Wakandan spices. I put it in the Saffron.

You took the note under the table, checking for any watching eyes. At the absence of any attention on yourself, you fired a muted blast into the paper and burnt it to ash. Kicking it under your desk, you returned your attention to your teacher.


Concentrated on the book in your hands, your friend was in her own little world. Without a conversation to keep your attention, your eyes wandered around the Gym. Most students were either warming up or on the benches like you and Michelle. Flash was bragging about something to his group of friends, and Ned was, according to your super hearing, psyching Peter up.

“Okay, go over the steps with me.” Ned said after listing off all the things he should do when talking to you.”Uh—compliment her, ask how’s she’s doing, er, say how excited I am for our date, say her name often…” Peter tried to remember, pouting in the way he did when he was thinking,”And then be nice to Michelle because they’re best friends.”

He and Ned then performed a complex handshake. Michelle and yourself exchanged a look, snorting and sniggering when you relayed to her what they had been talking about. Michelle pat your shoulder, wishing you a good luck and sliding away just within ear shot. You found yourself flushing as Peter approached your row on the bleachers, but wiped it off your face the way Natasha taught you.

“Hey,” He greeted softly. You grinned at him, internally cursing yourself for being so eager,”Hey.” Peter took a seat beside you, smiling at you awkwardly in return. You stared at each other uncomfortably for a minute, and you broke the subconscious staring contest with a cough. Adjusting your hair, you rubbed your exposed legs nervously. With a laughed you informed him,”You know I have super-hearing, right?”

Peter’s expression flickered between confusion and then embarrassed understanding,” Ned—Ned, uh, he read an article about talking to girls. He thought I would need the advice, I… uh, guess…” Peter trailed off, coughing and blushing. You pat his knee with a giggle, feeling strangely girly around him. He flushed redder at the contact, clearing his throat and distracting himself with more conversation,”Uh, how are you doing?”

“Well, you got my text. My life’s gotten pretty weird the last few weeks.” You sighed, and Peter perked up, scooching closer to you,”Yeah, yeah, I heard about that… I guess I’ll be seeing more of you, then.” Peter smiled sweetly, making light of the situation as you crossed your arms over your chest shyly. Blinking at him under the harsh light coming from the gymnasium windows, you leaned in a little closer to his face so no one else could hear,”And I’ll still be seeing more of you on Friday, Spidey.”

Peter leaned in too, his breath sending the particles floating in the sunlight fluttering off. At the sudden realization of how close you were you both reeled back, him scratching his neck and you carding back your hair. When you turned to stare at him (longingly), you found him already staring. You didn’t look away this time, but he looked down at his lap as he considered what to say.

“You look really nice today,” Peter confessed softly, hesitantly laying a hand on your arm. Your skin prickled pleasantly when his hand came into contact with your skin. You turned your head to avoid confronting his soft eyes, but with a jolt, you shot up your arm and deflected the incoming volley ball.”Y/N!” Peter’s eyes went wide a few moments before the ball was even thrown, hand jumping to the back of his neck to muffle the tingling of his spider-sense. You bat off the ball with the front of your arm, and it struck with a loud slap against your skin. Regardless of the blood prickling under your invincible arm, you were fine.

“At least we know your spider-sense works,” You muttered frustratedly, standing on the bench of the bleachers. Peter followed suit, and your eyes fell upon Flash just as he ducked away from the ball. Wiping off the front of his gym uniform, he laughed up at you,”For a girl, you can really hit!” He snickered.

“Yeah, and for a guy named Flash you can’t run at all!” You retorted sharply, squeezing your fists tightly. You didn’t really have it out for Flash until now, but for the fact that he was a stuck up little rich kid who made fun of Peter because he didn’t have a lot of cash. You really wanted to blast this kid to bits.

A bunch of people hollered at your comeback, surprised the quiet kid in class was so quick-witted. Peter gently tried to pull you into a sitting position, and you followed until Flash pulled the card you were expecting,”Oh yeah, and why don’t you go run back to your new dad, Tony Stark? I’m sure he’d like to hear you’re banging his intern!” His tone was sarcastic, clearly believing you weren’t actually being adopted by Tony Stark.

In quick succession, you spun your finger across your watch, and his caller ID appeared above your wrist on a Stark Tech hologram,”I just might.” You threatened. Caught off guard, Flash couldn’t come up with a response. As for the intern comment, you scowled, leaving it be as Coach Wilson started the class. You shut off your watch, settling down into your seat beside an incredibly embarrassed Peter.

“Those watches haven’t even hit the market yet!” Peter exclaimed in a hushed whisper. You shrunk the screen between you so you could both see, hiding it behind the backs of students as they piled onto the bleachers. With two taps on its screen the Avengers “A” appeared, ready to be clicked to alert Tony, Vision, and Natasha that you were in danger. You closed the program, forgetting the previous conversation entirely as you realized just how much you liked Peter’s blush,”You look really nice today too, Peter.” You told him, before sliding to the other end of the bench to join MJ’s side.


Tony was leaning against one of the glass outer-walls of the Facility, rolling his eyes like a child as a taller man delivered a speech to him. He seemed strict and possibly… homeless, judging by his attire. Tony looked like a child in comparison to the dark skinned man, pouting against the wall and clearly being lectured. You tried to use your super-hearing to hear them, but only caught the tail end of their conversation,”… You can fix this. It’s what you do, Tony.” The man said, briefly looking to the left to glance at you. It was split second, but the eye patch gave it all away as he sharply walked off. The public had yet to know he was still alive, so he kept away from you, exiting with nothing but the flutter of his jacket.

Tony raised his hand in parting, getting off the wall to greet you as he shouted back to Fury,”Good to see you too, Nick!” When Fury didn’t respond, he rejectedly shoved his hands in his pockets and swiveled to you.”Hey, Star-kid! How’s it going?” You relayed to him the events of your day at school, knowing he would want to know everything regardless of how boring it was. You left out the details of the note, but eagerly questioned him as to the whereabouts of your package.

In the Saffron, the note had said.

Tony left for his lab, probably working on upgrading his (or maybe Rhodey’s) suit. Relieved at his sudden absence, you dashed into the living quarters, leaping the steps to the living room platform and dodging toward the dining table. You searched around the room for any of your team members, left with an empty room. You stepped in the way of the security camera as you stared at the package.

Just as Tony had said, the only indication of its origin came from the Wakandan seal; which had been torn when security went through it. You hesitantly reached out to touch it, gently grazing the sleek paper of the stamp. As your finger came into contact with it, the seal alighted, Steve’s typical symbol glowing from underneath it. True, this was a gift from T’Challa, but it was also a gift from the rest of your team.

Pulling open the box, you found it had only been lightly riffled through. You told yourself to be patient, chiding yourself when you reached for the saffron first. But there were other things in the box, too, the true gifts from your family. Something was written in Wakandan on a note resting atop a jar, and below it was a translation; Welcome home, little star.

Finding your eyes watering, you wiped at your face, sliding into the seat at the table to steady your shaking legs. There were plenty of items inside, and all were exotic gifts you could only get if you actually went to Wakanda. It was the Panther figurine that your fingers touched first, gently grazing the black metal to find it was surely made of vibranium. This item alone was maybe a pound or two, and yet was probably worth at least 2 million dollars. Careful to touch it, you gently set it aside, returning to searching through its contents.

There was the Wakandan Flag (red, green, and black, emblazoned with a panther), some  Belgian chocolates, and then the spices. All of the other gifts were personal… there was a Polaroid camera, a necklace, an empty leather-bound notebook, and dozens of other small things. It was then that you couldn’t take it anymore, ripping through the spices and tearing out the jar of Saffron.

Saffron was a reddish, stringy spice, smelling sweet and bitterly sour at the same time. You opened the jar with ease, staring down into its contents questionably. When nothing appeared, you remembered the symbol; you had touched it, and then the shield appeared. So you carefully stuck a finger in the jar, the stinging touch of cold metal greeting the pads of your fingers.

You pulled out the small ring, choking on your own surprised laughter. The Avengers “A” was hinged to the top of the ring. Out fell a piece of paper when you opened the small crevice, which had been covering a small button within the ring’s center. You pulled open the paper, Press it when you need us.

You burned the note between your fingers, light searing it into ash and then smoke under your hand. Taking the box in your arms, you hefted it up the stairs and into your room. Putting the items away, you got to work on your homework, distracted with the safety you hadn’t felt in so long, and the sudden urge to hear Peter Parker’s voice.

BTS Reaction to Foreign GF Learning Chopstick Use

Incogito; Hey can you do a reaction to their foreign gf being exited bc she finally learned how to eat with chopsicks? Thank you in advance☺🌼 

Note: REVAMP bruh ~*Credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ He knew how hard you had been working on using chopsticks perfectly. The moment he saw your face shine brightly, looking at him with a bright smile; he couldn’t help but smile back as he stared at your excited state. You’d be eating and giggling from your happiness and he’d just stare at your lil happy form.

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Suga ➳ You’d be ecstatic but Yoongi wouldn’t believe you. Just that morning you were struggling like a baby and now you were an expert. Who exactly has been teaching you? His eyes narrowed, thinking the chopsticks you were using were also just magical. He’d take out chopsticks from his sleeve and say, “Try these ones.”

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J-Hope ➳ You gave him a surprised expression once you picked up the sushi like it was something you were a natural at, and Hoseok slowly raised his hand. “Yaaaas,” he’d say, hearing you say that to your friends all the time. You’d just laugh and give him a high five, receiving a pleased smile from him.

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RapMonster ➳ “Pretend it’s a pencil,” he said, waiting for you to hold one like you were about to write. “Then slide this one here…and..voila!” The way he had you holding the chopsticks felt perfect, and when you could easily eat your food, you squealed in happiness. “You see, babe?” He’d say, “I knew you could do it!”

Originally posted by jeonggu


Jimin ➳ He stared at you in awe the moment you began to act like a child who got a new toy, jumping in glee from finally being able to use the chopsticks without struggling. You were being too cute, and he stuck his bottom lip out; almost tearing up at your cuteness. He couldn’t resist the urge to embrace and kiss you.

Originally posted by ultranicolet


V ➳ Taehyung would stare at you blankly as you were grabbing every piece of food on the table with chopsticks happily. You looked like you won the greatest prize ever, and when you finally looked to him with a childlike expression, a smile would break his blank expression and he’d give you an innocent kiss of appreciation. “You’re adorable.

Originally posted by missbaptan


Jungkook “Jungkook!” You’d gasp, showing him how you could use chopsticks easily now as if you just found diamonds. He’d stare at you, looking at how beautiful you looked while you fed him in awe. A bright smile would stretch across his lips and you’d tilt your head to the side. “Don’t you think I’m awesome?” You’d say and he’d laugh.

“Amazing.”

Originally posted by jinkooks


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First Crush (part 5/Final)

Originally posted by hardyness

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 758

A/N: This is the last part that I have written in this series. Hope you enjoyed it!

I just want to thank everyone that has liked and reblogged this series! I can’t believe how much you have loved it. I was so nervous to post anything here and was expecting that maybe two people are going to like it. Before posting this last part the series had almost thousand notes combined, that is unbelievable! Thank you so much, I’m so grateful! 

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“Wait, you two know each other?” your dad asked confused but you couldn’t get a word out of your mouth. “Wait the Peter?” Bucky asked grinning. You ignored his comment and tried to compose yourself. “Um, yeah Peter goes to my school” you finally answered and your dad introduced him to the rest of the team.

After the introductions, the party continued normally and you went to Peter. You grabbed his hand and led him someplace quieter. “So, you are Spider-Man?” you asked. You still couldn’t believe it. “Yeah. And I’m guessing that you are in fact Tony Stark’s daughter.” Peter answered and you two looked at each other quietly. “Well I guess there is no point getting mad at each other for not telling the other.” you said with a nervous laughter. “Yeah I guess both of our secrets are out now” he joined your laughter. “So… How long have you been Spider-Man?” you asked him and you spent an hour talking about your now exposed identities. That was until Bucky and Steve interrupted you. “So, you are the famous Peter that Y/N won’t stop talking about” Bucky starts and you felt the blush creep on your face. You could feel Peter staring at you and you looked the other way hoping that he wouldn’t see how red your face was. “I mean I feel like I already know you from all the stories that Y/N has told me” Bucky continued. 

Originally posted by lenaluthorcorporated

You cursed him in your mind and gave him the death glare. You were going to have your revenge tomorrow. You couldn’t think of anything to say to save the situation. You just sat there silently staring at the grin on Bucky’s face. “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you all. I have been so nervous the whole day. I was kind of glad to see a familiar face when I got here” Peter answered looking at you, gladfully ignoring the awkwardness. You finally turned your head and smiled at him.

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“Ah… I see you’ve forgotten to breathe again, take a deep breath… Gosh, I need to take a breath myself too” - Ji-wook


(Looks like tonight’s gonna be a breathtaking episode literally*happy squeals*)

Sweet Tears Pt.3

Jungkook x Reader { Cat Hybrid Au! } (a)(f)(eventual smut) 

Warnings: Mature themes, Language, Abuse, Violence

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.

Wordcount: 10k+

**Ah~ It’s finally here! Honestly, the next part will probably be up faster than this one was, so that’s good. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and you know i love feedback and hearing from you guys, so tell me how it was.

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Previously: “It does involve me because he’s my hybrid. He may not have a collar yet, but he’s definitely not filth or unwanted. And he doesn’t want, or need, your help. Don’t come near him or I again, or so help me, you won’t be having “fun” anytime soon.” You spat the words out, turning around hand in hand with the hybrid who silently followed behind you.

After taking a few steps, you spun around and spoke one last time, making your presence and voice as dominant and intimidating as you could.

“And that whole talk of bitches and who could get the most, I don’t even wanna hear about it. I mean honestly, you’ve never had anybody come to you except when they’ve been in heat, and even then I bet they still aren’t begging you.” Smirking as you spoke your last comment, you turned around for the last time, making your way back to your apartment, leaving Jaebum and Jackson frozen in the middle of the hall, confused on what just happened.


You went down the hall to your apartment, mumbling in anger to yourself on the way.

“How could they do that to anyone?” Your voice would come out hushed and fast, the thoughts of your mind slipping past your lips with every passing second.

The way that they acted was horrible, and you knew that what you saw was just the surface. If they could say all of that in the hallway, a place where people could publicly see and hear them, you could only imagine what they were like behind closed doors. The tone of their voices and the position they put the hybrid in replayed over and over in your head. Each time the memory passed through your mind, you would feel sick. A wave of anger and disgust washing over you, building and building, with no end in sight.

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Father Material (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by morningstr

Pairing: Father!Lucifer Morningstar/Child!Daughter!Reader
Words: 1400
Warning(s): Uh child reader gets lost, das it.
A/N: I think I’ve only written one other fanfic (not on here) with a child reader, so this was really different to write :D. Also I love that gif^
Request: Can I have a child reader with Daddy Lucifer Morningstar like when he’s alone with his daughter he’s just the best daddy ever and when she gets hurt he becomes a worry wart but doesn’t show his worries.


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