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The Stakeout

Originally posted by mysharona1987

Pairing: The Avengers x Peter Parker, Peter Parker x you

Request: Hi! I’m OBSESSED with your writing. First Crush is amazing!! I was hoping I could have an imagine where Peter is now working with the whole Avengers team and they don’t know he has a girlfriend until Aunt May tells them when Peter ends up skipping a movie night with all of them? And of course this leads to Tony and the team spying for “research and scientific” purposes. Thank you!! PS: (if you could also make the reader super nerdy and can sing that would be amazing) (anonymous)

Word count: 1135 

A/N: I tried to fit the nerdy singing reader part to this put I just couldn’t without it sounding really forced so I skipped that. I’m sorry for that! I hope that you’ll enjoy this anyway :)

“Tony, what was so important that we had to drop everything and come here?” Natasha asked a bit annoyed. Tony had sent everyone an urgent message that only said to meet him NOW. Everyone was staring at him waiting for him to explain what was going on. Steve was getting a bit worried. Had something bad happened?

“You are never going to believe this” Tony started and made a dramatic pause. “Our baby spider has a girlfriend!” he finally exclaimed. “Seriously Tony? Is this why I left everything and ran here as quickly as I could” Bruce groaned. “He has a girlfriend? Why hasn’t he told us?” Steve actually got interested. “Yeah, that’s why he isn’t coming to the movie night. Because he has a date with her!” Tony confirmed. “What is she like?” Natasha asked with a curious expression. “I don’t know! Peter won’t even admit that he has a girlfriend” Tony responded. “I imagine like a popular brunette girl” he continued. “No I think she’s a short nerdy girl and they geek together all the time” Steve wondered. “Yeah I’m with Steve. Maybe she has like glasses” Bucky said. They all stood there silently thinking.

“You know what. Screw movie night!” Natasha finally said with a determined look. “YES. Let’s go stalk them!” Tony almost yelled. “Yeah, Tony you still tracking his phone?” Steve asked. “Obviously” Tony shrugged and took his phone out. “Don’t you guys think that it’s a bit creepy to stalk a teenager on a date with his girlfriend?” Bruce pointed out. “No. It’s for… you know research and scientific purposes.” Tony said and turned his attention back to his phone. “Yeah. I mean we have to know who he is dealing with. She could be a threat to him” Steve agreed not really convincing anyone. “I really doubt that.” Bruce laughed “Peter is going to be so mad when he sees you guys stalking him” He continued muttering. “Aha! I found him! He’s at a diner in Queens. To the car” Tony said and lead the team to the garage.

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

“I can’t see anything. We need to get inside the diner” Natasha said to the team and started to make a plan. “Okay, we need to get in quietly. Everyone has to put their caps real low and then we walk to the booth nearest to the entrance real casually and sit there” She continued. “He’s going to see us if we just walk in” Steve thought. “No he won’t look at him. She is all he sees and hears. We can do this” Bucky pointed out and got out of the car.

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Eren grabs the nearest book at hand and steps up to the new librarian at his desk – Levi, his nametag states.

“H-Hi, I’d like to, uh, check out you.”

Gray eyes lift and lock on Eren, staring at him, nonplussed. Eren realizes what the hell he had just said.

“I-I mean–book! O-Obviously I meant check out th-this book!” Eren sputters, face steaming, and avoids the boring gaze of the librarian by fumbling in his pockets for his library card.

Eren finally hands over the card and the librarian silently checks out the book for him.

“Well, ah,” Levi flicks his gaze down to Eren’s library card, “Mr. Jaeger, your book is due in two weeks. However, you are more than welcome to return before then.”

(I got so caught up with librarian!Levi that I forgot the other part of #25, which should be Eren as an avid reader. Ah, well.)

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran if they were datinf an MC was the type of person who casually says "I love you" to their friends but they mean it platonically? Bonus points if they say I love you direcrly to another RFA member/V/Saeran.

A/N: im pretty sure y'all have noticed but I’m the same way ^^;;; I CANT HELP IT AAAAAAAAAAA ~Admin 404


           -He does it too!!

           -He just really loves everyone!!! except v fucking rip

           -But it does bother him a little bit when you do it

           -You’re the first person he’s truly loved in this way!!! So deep down….he kind of…only wants to hear you say it to him?

           -But NEVER makes a big deal about it! Because! FRIENDSHIP!

           -Except he does get a little protective when you say it to V

           -Because he says it back?? He gets the V is the same type of person who loves everyone but?? Don’t say it to his MC

           -Deep down he knows it’s just platonic, but V is….V

           - slight yandere yoosung?

           -Pouts whenever it happens and you have to kiss his nose so he focuses on being flustered rather than jealous


           -500% all for expressing his love for you

           -Which means he’s 500% all for you expressing your love for him



           -Says he’s not jealous

           -Is completely jealous

           -When you tell any of the members that you love them, he’s practically sliding in front of you

           -“But…you love me most, right?”

           - no shit, sherlock

           -Not ashamed to show he’s jealous, you’re often held against his chest as he gets very animated in his arguments over you


           -She doesn’t really… care?

           -She just thinks it’s something you say, she doesn’t think you actually mean it

           -Of course, that just depends on the situation

           -But usually, she’s aware that you say it when you’re really happy with the person!

           -Don’t worry MC, she knows when you say it to her, you absolutely mean it

           -Actually thinks it’s absolutely adorable!!!!!!

           -Loves that you care so deeply for others, and wishes she could match your passion

           -Lowkey uses the fact that you say it to others as an excuse to do it too

           -When you tell Zen you love him, she pops up and agrees



           -Stop that

           -He’s very bad at expressing  emotion so he can’t really understand how you can freely say those words?

           -It took a lot of thought and understanding of himself to tell you that he loves you, but you….say it….to everyone?

           -Does that mean you don’t love him as much as he loves you?


           -You have to explain that you just love your friends in a different way!!! So you do love them! Just not how you love him

           -After a while, he learns to love that you’re so loving to everyone! You’re so warm and inviting!

           -Hates when you say it to Zen though

           -Zen is a nuisance in his eyes and he hates how he gets flirty and thinks he can say it back to you

           -Immediately pulls you into a passionate kiss or holds you incredibly close, you’re his MC, he won’t let Zen send his flirty-germs your way


           -He’s very insecure about himself so

           -That means he’s very insecure about why you love him

           -He’s usually okay when you tell others that you love them

           -He could tell from the very beginning that you were the type of warm, kind-hearted person to love everyone until they do you wrong

           -Tries to say he doesn’t tell everyone he loves them but you have screenshots of him telling Yoosung and Zen that he loves them

           - and possibly a video of him saying it while drunk, that he doesn’t know about yet

           -Once, when the two of you and Yoosung were hanging out, you told Yoosung that you loved him, and you totally meant it platonically, and he knew that!

           -But Yoosung is easily flustered, so he turned bright red before saying it back

           -Saeyoung immediately gets an unamused look on his face

           -He surrounds you with his hoodie, shielding you from Yoosung while he keeps the unamused look on his face, he even attempts to walk the both of you away but you kept tripping due to the fact that yoU COULDN’T SEE, SAEYOUNG, MOVE YOUR HOODIE


           -He’s the same way!!

           -Just wants everyone to know how much he loves them!!

           -Has absolutely no problem with you doing it

           -Lowkey prefers that you do it

           -Because that means he’s not the only one doing it!



           -Never jealous! Like, ever! They say it back to you and he’s just like, “Hey same”

           -The two of you are literally rays of sunshine omg so cute

           -Y'all just go love everyone, it’s okay, you guys do you <3



           -WHAT ABOUT ME, MC

           -Took him A L O T of time and courage to tell you he loves you

           -What the fuck MC

           -He’s seen how bubbly you are with others, so he just kind of assumed you’re the type to tell everyone just how you feel

           -Gets a little insecure each time it happens, and you have to reinsure him that it’s okay!! You love him in a way you couldn’t love anyone else



           -LET GO OF HIS MC, IDIOT BROTHER. He’ll pull you away and hold you completely against him, shooting a h u g e death glare at his brother

           -You have to shower him in affection! Lots of kisses will take his jealousy away..after a while

a taste of something new (m)

🎃 word count: 1k

🎃 genre: smut + fluff ; domestic au 

🎃 pairing: reader/wonwoo

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): spanking, riding

🎃 summary: after some discussion, you and your boyfriend found something you could try in the bedroom.

🎃 requested by: anon -  “can u do a kinktober with wonwoo/f!reader pls, just a cute couple that wants to break the boredom with some spanks”

🎃 music: wet the bed - chris brown

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

Originally posted by visual-17

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“Jim!” You shrieked, “I’m on a date.”

“Yes,” he looked around unamused before focusing his attention on your date. “Y/N deserves better than this.”

“Mate, I think it would be better if you just left.” Your date huffed.

Jim extended his hand down for you to take. “Come along, Darling.”

“Jim, I’m on date.” You mumbled.

“With some low-life,” Jim eyed your date before extending his hand once again. “But you can come with me, Y/N, and honey, I can give you the world.”

“So you can give me London?” You joked.

Jim pressed a few buttons on his phone and smirked, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Consider it yours.”

Blue eyes

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a BuckyXReader where the reader has a dog and she talks about him all the time so Bucky gets confused and thinks its her boyfriend and he gets a little annoyed and Jealous because he likes the reader. Thanks!

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Tags; @sassy-and-classy-cowgirl  @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @fashun–deevah

- If you sigh another time I’m calling an ambulance 

The jesting voice of Sam starttles you making you look confused at your friend. 

- I’m not sighing - you protest and he raises an eyebrow amused

Okay, maybe you do, a little bit, but in your defense how could you not? Recently you have achieved one of your life goals: have a fluffly, beautiful, adorable puppy. You have been discussing with the owner of the apartament you are ocuping for the lasts months and finally, after the promise that you will pay if the dog breaks something, he had conceed you to have a puppy, and you couldn’t be more in love with it. He is the most precious thing you have seen in your life and half of your thoughs are about him recently, you can’t wait to arrive home and play with him.

- Then, you have problems breathing? - he mocks and Nat laughs besides him

- Leave the girl alone - she says - she can’t help it

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anonymous asked:

Hey <3 i LOVE your blog! Can i please request a 9 and 45 "will you be quiet" "make me" with Sirius please?

Prompt Request - Prompts List
9. “Will you be quiet?!”
45. “Make me.”

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 524
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The library was a supposedly quiet place where you could focus on your studies alone. At least it was until Sirius showed up, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way towards you.

“Oh there you are Y/n. ’Ve been looking all over for you,” he said, the mildest hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“And where exactly have you been looking?” You questioned, looking up from your note-taking and raising an eyebrow. “C'mon love, you know… just around…” He sighed as he looked at your unamused expression, “Fine, I used the map.” You nodded, “That sounds more like you.”

Sirius grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside you, looking over your shoulder at the book that laid open in front of you.

“Wow, this seems boring, love. Couldn’t you do something more productive with your time?” His voice was low in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your neck. You forced a blush away as you nudged him.

“Sirius I’m trying to study here. Could you please just either do the same or leave,” you said, dipping your quill into the ink pot.

”’S not very nice of you to say to me now is it?” He fake-pouted at you as you rolled your eyes, however you were still focused on the book in front of you.

Unsatisfied with the lack of attention, Sirius moved back to your neck, pressing warm, wet kisses across the side and back, then across your shoulder. You could feel your heart beginning to race, but refused to give in to him.

“Love, please… Want you. Want you badly, right now,” Sirius’ hand crept across your thigh, squeezing it as he lightly bit your shoulder. You gulped, however moved away from him, turning to look into his dark brown eyes.

"Please stop doing that, I need to study,” you told him firmly. Sirius stood up and walked over to the nearest bookcase, pretending to inspect the books.

"I don’t know why you’re pretending you don’t want me, Y/n. You should just give in and let me take you now,” he said casually, taking out a book, glancing at it and placing it back.

"Sirius Orion Black I swear to Merlin. We have exam season coming up, and I need to do well in it! Unlike you and James, I can’t just wing them and hope for the best. I actually need to study! Now please, for the love of all things good and pure, will you be quiet?!

Sirius smirked at you lazily, leaning against the bookcase with one leg slightly crossed over the other.

Make me.”

"Oh I will!” You jumped out of your seat and made your way towards him.

He had a cocky grin on his face as you grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him down to kiss him.

Sirius’ hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he slowly turned you around to press you into the bookcase. His lips left a trail of hot kisses across your jaw as your hands reached for his belt.

"Knew you couldn’t resist me, love.”

Bakugou x Reader - Rainy Day Kittens + Happy 1,500+ followers!

Decided to post this without the the photo bc Sho is sick and I didn’t want to rush her with the sketch because she’s drowning in commissions, so we’ll most likely finish it on a later date. Also I guess this is sort of happy 1,500 followers now that I think about it lmao. Thank you all for the continued support, I’m very lucky to have such great followers!

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It was around  9pm and you were worried sick. You checked your phone for probably the fifth time this minute, hoping that a text from your boyfriend would suddenly appear on screen. Your previous texts had been ignored ever since you started texting him around seven. It was also good to mention that it was absolutely pouring outside, thunder and lightning crackling up the sky. Anxiety tugged at your mind and about a thousand thoughts were racing through your mind. Was he attacked on the way home? Was he knocked out cold and being held somewhere? Or maybe he secretly had a mistress and was cheating on you… You shook that thought out of your head. There’s no way that one was even remotely true.

You slurped up your noodles from your instant ramen cup since you had delayed dinner to the point where it was too late to make anything big. It’s a good thing Maru-chan always had your back for situations like these. Although Katsuki would would probably kill you for eating something so bad for you. You drank down the hot broth, savoring the warmth as the rain continued it’s downpour onto the the city. There’s no way he would’ve gotten himself in trouble. Well, not anything he couldn’t handle himself. You sighed, tapping your foot out to get rid of this anxious feeling in your chest.

When you heard the door to your house crack open you rushed to the over after setting down your finished cup noodles. Your boyfriend stepped into the house, kicking the door closed and letting an out an agitated sigh. You moved to stand in front of him and instantly grabbed his  face to pepper it with kisses, ignoring the fact that he was soaked to the bone. He didn’t do much to stop you since the warmth of your lips felt good on his cold wet face.

“Katsuki where have you been?? You had me worried sick I thought something bad happened…” You trailed off. After a few moments you looked at him as a whole and squinted. What was up with his jacket? It looked… lumpy and was it moving? Your gaze traveled to his face and he had the look like he was trying to hold back a stupid smile.

“What the hell is going on? You’re usually cursing up a storm and complaining about your day. What gives?” You asked pursing your lips. He glared at you.

“Just shut the fuck up and help me with this.” Katsuki grumbled.

You assumed he was talking about his lumpy and moving jacket so you cautiously went to unzip it. There was a noise and you stopped letting out a squeak. What the fuck? Is this some sort of prank? You listened for a second and heard it again. It sounded like… You went to unzip most of the rest of his jacket and your face lit up with happiness and surprise. This was too cute. As soon as light hit the little bundles of fur they started making a symphony of tiny mewls. You squealed with delight.

“Kittens! Oh but they’re covered in mud, poor little things.” You cooed.

“Don’t just fucking stand there, get them out of my jacket!” Katsuki demanded. You complied happily.

Reaching into his jacket you pulled out three of the kittens covered in mud, all the while going on about how cute they were. They squirmed in your arms and you could barely hold them. Katsuki was left with the other three. You looked at him practically radiating with happiness from this little surprise he had for you.

“Here, let’s go put them in the tub so I can wash them off. Then you can go change while I give them a tiny bath.” You smiled.

Katsuki nodded and mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch. He was probably just complaining about how cold he was from his soaked clothes. He followed you down the hall and to the bath and shower. You nudged the door open with your foot and used your elbow to flick on the lights. You quickly sat down to let down the squirming little fuzzballs onto the bathroom floor. They stumbled and crawled around as you scooted over to the tub to start the bath. Katsuki sat on the ground and let the other three down, going to shed his dirty and soaked jacket and his shirt that was under it until he was just left in his pants. You held your hand out in the tub waiting for the water to warm up and watched as the six kittens stumbled over to Katsuki who was busy trying to dry his soaked hair.

“Go over there to her you idiots I’ve already had enough of you.” He said with a frown plastered on his face.

It didn’t work because they kept on their path to stumble over to him on their tiny little legs. He hissed as one jumped up onto his leg and dig their claws into him. He huffed and picked up the kitten gently and put it down facing your direction, hoping it’d get the memo to leave him alone. It didn’t work obviously, and the kitten bounded back over to him, meowing loudly as if out of protest to being sent away. Katsuki gave up and soon his lap was covered in kittens. You laughed a little bit as the muddy kittens crawled all over him. He sat there looking unamused of course but he never handled them harshly even as they accidentally scratched up his thigh.

“The bath is ready for them, you can go change now.” You said grabbing a kitten from him and setting it in the two inches of water.

“If I can get these fuckers off me.” He mumbled in disdain.

“Then I’ll help you.” You chuckled.

You reached over and grabbed another one, and then a second one before you set them in the tub of warm water with the others. They meowed loudly in protest but it was for their own good. Well, and Katsuki’s. He handed you another two for you to put in the tub before he handed you the last one and stood up to head to your shared bedroom to get a fresh shirt and pants. Meanwhile you grabbed each tiny kitten and gently washed off the mud caked onto their fur. They kept trying to jump out of the tub and you had a fun time when one of them actually jumped out and and made a straight beeline for the door.

“Ah, no! Get back here!.” You called out. “Katsuki we have an escapee!”

An aggravated yell could be heard from down the hall followed by a string of curses. You also heard a tiny distant meow before you went back to trying to wash off the rest of the little turds. After each kitten was washed you didn’t even care as they jumped out of the tub and run out the door because you had a sneaking suspicion where they were heading anyways. After you cleaned the last one you caught them before they could escape and grabbed a towel to dry them off.

 As you were drying off the tiny kitten Katsuki walked in through the door looking very unamused. You covered your mouth to hide your smile when a small mob of kittens came trotting in after him. Oh how amusing this was… You let the kitten you had go and they ran to join the tiny herd. You watched as Katsuki tried to sit down by you and carefully plan each movement as to not accidentally hurt one of his tiny followers. When he had sat down the wet kittens automatically clambered on top of him and vied for his attention. You handed him a towel to help you dry them off and he begrudgingly took it before grabbing a screaming kitten. While he toweled off another kitten you grabbed another one and kept going until they were all dried off and romping around.

“I’m pretty sure they think you’re their mama.” You snickered seeing them needily try and climb over him.

“Don’t be stupid, all I did was rescue them from some shitty cardboard box.” He grumbled taking one of the kittens before holding it up to his face. “I’m not your mom.”

“I don’t think you can convince them that you’re not.” You said with a coy smile.

You reached over and took one of them, holding it and scratching under it’s chin with a finger. After setting it down it immediately went to join the others in their adventure to climb Mt. Katsuki. Meanwhile you boyfriend was trying to get them off of him so he could have some breathing room. At some point he gave up because he let him climb up and sit in his arms. You hated to break this touching moment but you didn’t really want to spend the rest of the night in the bathroom.

“I think we should take them into the kitchen and try to feed them” You said picking a kitten off of him.

“With what? We don’t have fucking cat food.” He said.

“Then I’ll go down to the convenience store down the street. It’s open 24/7.” You offered.

“I’m not letting you out in the rain at night.” He said sternly. “If anyone’s going anywhere it’s going to be me.”

“But you literally just got back and you’re going to get wet again!” You reasoned. He just brushed you off and the yelling kittens that went sliding off of him as he got up.

The kittens went running off after him and he had to be careful not to accidentally step on them while he trudged to the door. You were a little mad that he was going out instead of letting you but it was hard to stay mad watching him be so gentle with the six bundles of fur meowing at his feet. With a sigh you got up and started to herd the kittens away from Katsuki since he was yelling curses trying to scoot them away from the door. He nudge one back with the tip of his umbrella until he mumbled a goodbye and was out the door.

You noticed the kittens seemed rather lost without their appointed mother so you did your best to fill in. You ran off to find a blanket and made it into a makeshift pouch so you could place the kittens in it. Admittedly you felt some sort of weird cat burglar or some sort of stork carrying kittens around in a makeshift sack. You lugged them off and over to the couch in the living room and flicked on the tv so you could have something to do when not watching the kitties. Setting down the sack meowing kittens they nearly exploded out of the blanket and resumed their meowing as they wandered around the small space of the living room. You tried your best to keep them engaged using a ribbon from an old present bag.

Time ticked on and the kittens had gotten bored, opting to take a little rest on you or beside you. They looked like a bunch of tiny little sweet rolls curled up the way you were and you took out your phone to take a picture. You sent the pictures to your group chat with a few others before you went back you petting the resting kitties. Of course that didn’t last long. Your phone buzzed, letting out a text tone and startling a few of them. You looked at the reply to see that it was from Ochako.

“They’re so cute!! I didn’t know you guys had cats what are their names?” The text message read.

Names? That’s right… you really hadn’t thought of any names for them. Now you had something else to do while Katsuki was at the convenience store. Petting the kitten in your lap gently you pondered a few names, forgetting to text back to Ochako. You looked over to your cup of noodles and looked at the brand. You smiled and a light bulb went off in your head. This one would definitely be named Maru-chan.

Time marched on and you had settled on a few names. Maru-chan, Tama, Spaghet, President Theodore Roosevelt… You weren’t sure for the last two but it didn’t matter because the door practically slammed open alerting the kittens to a certain someone’s arrival. They hauled ass over to him and you heard a frustrated yell as you slowly got up.

“Oh for fucks sake I wasn’t gone that long. Piss off!” Katsuki yelled carefully shuffling his feet and nudging the kitties out of the way.

“See, I told you they think you’re their mama.” You snickered watch him try to walk over to you.

“Fuck off, just take this bag.” He said jutting out his arm in your direction. You took it and started going over the items in the bag.

Pulling out stuff you saw a lot of cans of wet cat food and then some cat toys. A large bag of cat food was slammed on the table next to you and you jumped making your boyfriend laugh. A few of the kittens jumped on the table and were inspecting the bag, jumping when it moved or something else moved suddenly to startle them. You puffed out your cheeks and let out a sigh a few seconds later.

“We need litter boxes, too.” You said under realization that cat do in fact, poop and pee.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Came Katsuki’s enraged response. “I’m not going back out again!”

“I’m not asking you to so calm your tits, babe.” You huffed back at him. “I think I have an old storage bin from when we moved. We can just fill it with the sand from those old sandbags in the garage.”

Katsuki grumbled something and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. You sighed and leaned into his embrace. You’d just have to feed these little farts and get their litter box set up so the two of you could rest. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before going to grab some of the cans of food for the cats, but you swatted his hand away.

“No, I’ll feed them. You should make yourself something to eat I know you’re probably hungry.” You said reaching out and holding his hand in yours. “You need to eat too you know.”

“Fine.” He replied almost looking relieved.

You let go of his hand and watched him shuffle lazily to the fridge so he could make himself something to eat. It was well past ten so he deserved to eat something. Grabbing the small cans of cat food you went to rummage through your cupboards and get six small bowls, all stacked on top of each other. You walked a bit aways into the midway point between the kitchen and the living room before you set everything down. The kittens were still pestering Katsuki as you went back over to grab a spoon.

Opening a can of the wet cat food immediately made the kittens cast their attention over to you and they mobbed you like some sort of hungry crowd of cat zombies. You struggled to keep them away from the bowl you were scooping the food into and had to stand up and try to do it that way. If only you had some sort of forcefield quirk so you could make a little bubble for yourself. You set the already full bowl on the table and picked up another can to empty into another bowl. After a while you had gotten the bowls full but putting them down was the next challenge. You set two bowls down and they swarmed onto those.

“Oi you fat asses there’s more food over here.” You heard Katsuki say from behind you. He moved past you to grab and set down a few more bowls while you went to get the last few.

Katsuki bent down and took some of the kittens so he could deposit them by their own personal bowl of cat food. You watched him do the same for the rest and then sit there and police who was eating out of which bowl like the good cat mom he was. You laughed a bit when he stopped a kitten who already eaten all of their food from mooching off another one. Kneeling down next him you helped him on policing duty and moved to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. You could tell he appreciated the affection because he practically leaned into you touch.

“Didn’t I tell you to make yourself some food?” You asked teasingly. He half heartedly glared at you.

“I am making something, it’s simmering.” He said flatly. “Besides you were fucking it up over here.”

“How mean.” You said in mock hurt. “But if I knew having a bunch of stray kittens in this house would make you a bit softer, maybe I should’ve gotten a kitten sooner.”

“Whatever.” He said going to shoo a kitten away from the one that was still eating.

“It’s true!” You chuckled. “You’re very gentle with them, I’m surprised.”

The kittens finished their meals and while Katsuki ate his own food and dealt with them meowing at him for attention, you went to find the large plastic tub you were talking about. You rummaged around in the garage until you found it and then continued to lug a sandbag and slam it down inside. You grabbed a large knife, slicing an opened and then emptying the contents into the tub. It wasn’t the best litter box but it’d have to do for now until you could get actual stuff from a pet store.

After lugging the giant tub into the main room you yawned and flopped yourself onto the couch. One of the kittens, Maru-chan, had jumped on the couch with you and went to curl up on your chest. Not too much later Katsuki came over, kittens trailing after him as he crashed next to you. You hummed as he pulled you over to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as your head came to rest on his chest. Maru-chan had since moved and found another place somewhere else.

“You’re gonna make me fall asleep right here I swear.” You mumbled.

“I wouldn’t give a fuck even if you did.” He sighed taking his fingers and threading them in your hair. “I’ll probably pass the fuck out here anyways.”

“Then if I fall asleep and drool on you, you can’t complain.” You said stifling a yawn.

“If you drool I’m shoving you off me.” He said clearly unamused. You laughed lightly and snuggled into his chest even more.

With all six kittens around him Katsuki looked down at you, realizing you were his seventh. His fingers combed through your hair and he vaguely payed attention to the tv. You were a pain in the ass sometimes, just like the six furballs curled up at his side. But he loved you nonetheless, and nothing would change that.

“We’re not taking them to the shelter are we?” You asked sadly.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” He asked.

“Just making sure, I don’t think they’d be happy having to leave their precious mama.” You smiled.

“For the last time I’m not they’re mam- ow!” He was cut off when a kitten’s kneading got a little too much. He glared at the offending cat in question.

“Oh, did President Theodore Roosevelt get you? He had the sharpest claws.” You asked  craning your neck to look at him.

“President… what?” He asked.

“That’s his name.” You stated matter-of-factly.

“I… You’re so fucking weird.” He groaned taking his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“H-Hey! Like you could name them better!” You said jabbing him in the side. “I still haven’t named two of them. Why don’t you do the honors?”

“Fine, then it’ll be King of Explosions and… Murder.” He said. You choked on your spit.

“Katsuki we can’t name him Murder! What if he gets lost we can’t just run around yelling ‘Murder!’ Someone would call the cops!” You shrieked.

“Oi, you fucking said I could name them!” He protested.

“Okay you can but…” You hid your face in your hands. “Please something, anything other than Murder.”



Adoration [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Adoration: College!AU in which you and Bucky attend a school that specializes in bringing out its students’ hidden abilities and talents. Bucky’s been assigned to Fire, and he wants nothing more than to show you the one thing he adores almost as much as you.

Words: 1486

Warnings: None really, fluff!

A/N: I would really like to make this into a series if this gets a good response, but its been sitting on my computer for two years so I really need some good feedback and motivation to make it feel worthwhile because I don’t want to post what I’ve got and leave it as a crappy unfinished series. Also, I know there’s another AU I should list this under because of the skills/abilities/whatever but I have no idea what it’s called so if you know please leave me a comment as I’ve been seriously racking my brain. Anyway, happy reading! Xx, Kaitlyn.

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky simply adored fire. The excited movements of a live flame, the warmth it brought to his cold fingers when he stood close enough, the bright oranges, yellows, and blues.

He adored fire, unlike the others that had been assigned to his Sector because the administrators–those whose job it was to overlook applications and conduct interviews to determine where students belonged–believed fire “suited” them. The statement alone was enough to make him scoff. He found his own placement ironic because growing up everyone told him that he would get assigned to Ice. His favorite season was winter, he loved to be out in the cold, he’d spent a considerable amount of time in Russia one December, he could go on. Despite all that, Bucky never shook his infatuation with flame, so when he opened the letter that had been addressed to him and closed with a wax seal, he was simultaneously shocked and unsurprised to see the large red Fire printed at the top of his acceptance letter. Still, he thought of the placements of his peers and felt disgusted. Fire did not suit them; he knew who fire suited.

It suited you.

But not in the same way it suited him. Bucky was attracted to fire, but fire would be attracted to you.

You weren’t in his sector, though. You were in Art.

He sneered at the placement. ‘What a waste of her,’ he would think. It was just another example of the fact that these administrators probably weren’t as good at their jobs as everyone claimed them to be.

Nonetheless, he would look at your paintings and declare that they were almost as beautiful as you were. However, whenever he looked up at the colorful building that was on the way to his own Sector, he would wonder how in the world your administrator had decided to place you into Art when you came to the school not even being able to draw a face. At least one above stick-figure level, that is.

Why couldn’t you be in Nature, or something, if not Fire? At least it was elemental and you had the heart and the mind to be able to manipulate the elements. Plus, elements sometimes worked with other sectors on projects during the term, and that would give him an excuse to see you. As if he really needed one. But instead you were in fine arts and you would work on projects like painting sets for Theater or creating pieces from songs students had composed in Music.

If you were in Nature, he thought, flowers would bloom the second that you touched them. You grew up surrounded by nature, and had even told him stories about sneaking out of your bedroom as a little girl just to dip your toes in the creek that ran through your backyard. But as Bucky continued to think about it, he realized that if you were in Nature and he touched you there was the chance that he could burn you down so easily… You were already so delicate. In that moment he was glad you weren’t in Nature.

And the more Bucky thought about it, the more he realized that maybe he wasn’t giving the administrators enough credit. Maybe their jobs were to put students in a Sector that was a little less obvious. A Sector to awaken something deep inside of you.

You warned him not to be so attracted to fire.

“It’s heart-stopping,” Bucky insisted, crossing his legs on the rough carpeted floor of his dorm room.

“Not literally, I hope,” you joked, though the laugh that came from your lips was weak. You were laying on his bed, and you propped yourself up on your elbow to see him better. He looked at you, unamused, and rolled his eyes. You pouted playfully at him. “Oh come on, stop that.”

He huffed and looked up at you again, bright blue eyes meeting Y/E/C ones. He placed his palms flat on the floor. “I wish you would let me show ya, doll. It’s fascinating, what you could do. And if we made it hot enough, it could match my eyes.” He gave you a playful wink and sat up on his knees, resting his forearms on the bed as he reached out to stroke your cheek with his fingertips, wanting to convince you.

This wasn’t the first time he had asked, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

It was almost daily that Bucky would try to get you to just let him show you what he could do, but you always insisted it was too dangerous. ‘What if something goes wrong?’ or ‘What if you catch something on fire?’ or ‘What if you burn yourself?’ were your most famous lines when regarding his constant advances.

He would always just chuckle and shake his head. “Doll, if I caught stuff on fire or burned myself, then I don’t think they would have reassigned me to Fire two years in a row,” he had assured you once.

You pulled your legs up underneath yourself on the bed. “I don’t know, Buck, it’s dangerous.”

“Come on, it’s fun.” Bucky reached over to his bedside table and dug through the top drawer, pulling out a matte black matchbox with the school’s crest embossed on the front. He retrieved a match and struck it by letting his finger glide over it–something he’d learned to do his first term–and the flame moved to dance over his fingertip.

Your eyes widened immediately. “James!” you hissed, leaning forward and grabbing his wrist. “You aren’t allowed to do that in the dorms!”

“And you ain’t allowed in a guy’s room, yet here you are.” He smirked and climbed up onto the bed from his place on the floor, easily prying his arm from your grasp. His knees settled on either side of your hips so he was straddling you, causing you to lay back on the mattress.

A blush bloomed over your cheeks and you stuttered, flustered. “Y-You asked me to come over…”

He cocked his head to the side playfully, a stray hair falling in front of his eyes. If you hadn’t been so distracted you would’ve reached up to brush it out of his face. “Oh, did I?” he questioned sweetly and raised his unfettered hand to brush your own hair behind your ear before gliding the soft flame along your cheek. He was careful not to let it linger too long–you were new to this, after all–but he knew how to control it. If you got scared, however, it became tricky and the flame could flare up and accidentally hurt you.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you looked up into his eyes, the small flame reflecting off his irises. “B-Bucky…” you whispered as the fire tickled your soft skin.

“Y/N,” he hummed in return, the flame licking over your collarbones now, dangerously close to the edge of your shirt.

You sighed and let your head fall back, giving in and allowing Bucky to guide the flame over your body. There was always secretly a little piece inside of you that wanted to let Bucky do what he had pestered you for over a year about, but you were never one to break rules.

“You’re beautiful, ya know,” he whispered to you, lips pressed against your jawline. “Just imagine your body bathed in fire… You would look like an absolute goddess.” He extinguished the flame on his finger, lips moving feverishly along your skin now as his hand slipped beneath your shirt. “We could trade for tonight,” he proposed. “I give you my fire, and you let me paint you.”

You nodded almost immediately, eyes fluttering open. Your chest was rising and falling with excited breaths. “Please…”

Bucky could hardly hide his excitement, his eyes quickly lighting up at your agreement. His hands were quick to rid you of your shirt, and in less than a moment your clothes littered his floor. He kissed down your body slowly before getting up from the bed. “You have to trust me,” he said gently as he grabbed the fireproof blanket from his bottom drawer, spreading it over the bed and then striking another match.

You nodded. “I trust you.”

He kissed your stomach once more before slowly bringing the flame up to your body. He’d practiced this for so long that he knew there was no way he would hurt you.

The flame seemed to jump eagerly onto your skin, causing you to gasp as the fire engulfed you.

“Shh,” he whispered, “it won’t hurt you if you stay calm, doll, I promise.” He took a step back, capturing his lower lip between his teeth. “My god, you’re so beautiful…” he mused and looked you over, never wanting to forget that moment.

He had the two things he adored most right there in front of him.

A/N: Alright, again, please let me know what you think! I’d really like to continue this but obviously I’ll only do that if there’s an audience interested enough in it. Feel free to leave me requests as well, I love writing when I have the time! Xx.

BTS reaction to waking up to their gf crying over a dream

Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie


He would be very worried when he woke up to the sounds of your sobbing. Once you told him what the dream was about, he would be furious.

“I would be crying too if Namjoon had thrown all of the shrimp out! I want shrimp!”

Originally posted by joonjuly


He would be very worried at first, but when you told him that your dream was about evil monkeys stealing your tacos, he would stare at you before pushing you out of the bed and rolling over to go back to sleep

Originally posted by imonaworldtour


When you told him about your dream where you had gone on the magic school bus back in time to the dinosaurs, then were chased by tiny baby dinosaurs, he would hold you close and make you promise that the tiny dinosaurs wouldn’t come for him next

Originally posted by nycbtslover


He would quickly, but calmly explain to you that it was impossible for your stuffed dragon to come to life and fly away from you, then pull you into his chest and hold you until you fell back asleep.

Originally posted by ksjknj


He would immediately be concerned, pulling you in close so he could comfort you. When you explained that the dream had been about you losing to Taehyung in Overwatch, he would continue to comfort you, but be holding back laughs the entire time

Originally posted by nnochu


He would lovingly rub your back as you explained the dream to him. Once you finished explaining that you were locked in a room full of dogs, but you weren’t allowed to pet any of them, he would burst out laughing. When he saw the unamused look you gave him, he would quickly cover up his laughter.

“I would be upset to about that, jagi! I was laughing to try to hold back my own tears!”

Originally posted by taehyunglq


He would be so confused on what to do, as you had never had a nightmare around him before. He would quietly ask you what it was about, hoping to buy himself some time to figure out the best way to comfort you. Once you finished telling him about the never ending song in your dream, he would say, “Oh, so it’s nothing important,” then go back to sleep, only to tease you the next morning when you both woke up again.

Originally posted by narika-a

Tell Me What To Do - Park Jihoon Requested Scenario


Genre: bad boy! Jihoon

Message?: This wink boy I stg also I’m really bad at bad boy things so im sorry


“Do you think he’s going to come to school today?” Lucia turned round and asked me in the middle of Geography.

Ever since I told her about my tiny little crush on Park Jihoon, the school’s naughtiest student, she’s been obsessed.

“How should I know?” I asked.

She smirked, “wouldn’t you know everything?”

I rolled my eyes as she turned back round, laughing.

The teacher turned round and looked at us, “Y/N, Lucia, pay attention in less—”

Everyone turned around as Park Jihoon walked through the door, licking his lips.

“Your late Mr. Park,” the teacher said.

“Wow,” he said sarcastically. “Because I’m not aware of that am I?!”

He started to walk towards me and Lucia as Lucia winked at me.

I hit her as he sat in his seat next to me. A pang of pain hit my heart. Seriously. What is it with this boy? He’s a fucking bastard but I just can’t resist!

“Oi!” he whispered, turning round to me. “Got a pencil?”

“Yes I do, do you?” I asked over-excitedly.

He chuckled but looked unamused, “just give me a pen.”

I nodded, giving him my best pen.

After lessons, I walked with Lucia to her locker and started banging my head against it.

“So. Stupid. Why. Did. You. Do. That,” I said, between every bang of the head.

“What did you do?” Lucia asked casually.

“I tried to make Jihoon laugh but just made a fool of myself,” I explained, looking at her with my head still on the locker.

“It’s fine, just stay cool and whatever you do. Don’t confess to him. That’s so not cool and every person who’s confessed to him has been refused,” Lucia said.

I nodded, pulling my head off the locker as we walked to next lesson.

As we walked into music, we saw Jihoon laying across the front desks but he sat up as soon as he saw me.

“Oi, Y/L/N. Your in a group with me,” he said. “I need to pass at least one class.”

I nodded, trying to keep my cool.

“Don’t say anything, nothing. You’ll embarrass yourself and me,” Lucia whispered.

“I know!” I whispered back.

“I still don’t get why you like him,” Lucia said, putting her bag down.

“Like who?” Jihoon said from behind us.

We both screamed, jumping about a foot in the air.

“The fucking ice-cream man,” I said sarcastically. “My crush okay? You don’t need to know.”

He shrugged, sitting next to me, “okay.”

“Don’t you sit over there?” I asked.

“Oh well,” he shrugged as the teacher walked in.

“Right,” Sir said. “Get into pairs and go away. We’re working on modern Korean music remember!”

Jihoon nodded at me and we got up, going to a practise room. The whole room erupted in wolf whistles.

“All right, all right,” Sir said. “So Y/N and Jihoon, drum room.”

I followed Jihoon who had already left the room and gone over to the drum room.

“So what song do you want to do?” he asked, sitting on the drum kit.

I gasped sarcastically, “Park Jihoon? Doing work?!”

“Fuck off!”

“Alright, alright,” I said, leaning against the door. “How about Blackpink?”

“No,” he said. “They’re girly and I’ll probably get a boner.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What about Rhythm Ta?” he asked.

“No way. I’ll get wet,” I said jokingly.

He smiled, looking at the ground.

“Bangtan?” I asked.

“Which one?” he asked.

“How about Just One Day?“ I asked.

He groaned, "that’s so soppy!”

“But I heard your a good singer,” I muttered.

“Who said that?!” he exclaimed, becoming defensive.

I shrugged, looking at the floor.

“Let’s just do something easy, okay?” He sighed.

“It won’t work,” I said, still looking at the floor before looking up at him. “You said you wanted a good grade and an easy song won’t get you a good grade.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “How about ‘A’ by Got7.”

I shrugged, “didn’t think you’d know Got7.”

He looked at the ground, muttering, “only a bit.”

“I know! Shinee!” I exclaimed.

“Which one?” he asked.

“Tell Me What To Do,” I said.

He looked at me confused for a second, then chuckled, but still didn’t look amused, “right. The song.”

I laughed, “yeah. Do you know it?”

He nodded.

“Do you wanna sing it?” I asked.

He looked at me, unamused.

“Please please please!”

He sighed, getting up the music on his phone.

“Just be confident,” I said.

He had no emotion in his face, but I could tell the song meant something as he sang along.

“Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do

These days, I don’t know, I don’t know you You look like you gave up on a lot of things But I hear your silent scream Tell me what to do

Lovers without extreme development Is this the losing hand that time has placed? We haven’t ended it but it’s already over Tell me what to do

There’s a knot that can’t be untied In front of us

I’ll go to you first At the end of a different road I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do

You don’t tell me but you want me to know You think that you only gave the words you threw at me because you’re too used to me Tell me what to do

Indifferent and painful words Left deep scars on that day Words that made me realize That I’m still a fool

If only I can erase it If only I can

I’ll go to you first At the end of a different road I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do (I hope you’ll tell me first) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more) Tell me what to do (If your heart can see me) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more)

I took you for granted But just thinking of you not being there I don’t want to go through that, my world would crumble

Am I the one for you At some point, you were keeping me in check I said you changed a lot but I changed the most The one for me, I didn’t know But that promise keeps suffocating us Time keeps lingering but our time keeps getting destroyed

That smile came to me, more brightly The cold hands became more warm Two lonely souls met Not lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely I’ll look into you again, I’ll place your breathing in my ears Even if everything but us changes

I’ll go to you first (I’ll go to you first) At the end of a different road (Tell me what to do) I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do (I hope you’ll tell me first) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more) Tell me what to do (If your heart can see me) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more)

Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do,” he took a breath afterwards and walked to the back of the room.

For the first time since I met him, I realised why I was so attracted to him. It’s because from the start I could see beyond the bad boy. I could see that behind that bad boy there was a person with struggles just like everyone else.

I took a breath, listening to the song repeat on his phone.

“I’ll go to you first At the end of a different road I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do (I hope you’ll tell me first) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more) Tell me what to do (If your heart can see me) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more),” I sang.

I heard a shaky breath come out his mouth, “I took you for granted But just thinking of you not being there I don’t want to go through that, my world would crumble.”

I looked up at him, surely he didn’t understand the lyrics?

“Why do you always understand?” he asked. “You and your lame jokes and puns and the un-natural sarcasm and the understandingness and I don’t understand!”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“No,” he said sharply. “Don’t be sorry. Just stay with me.”

I felt my heart beating hard.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that I don’t like who I am,” he sighed. “I want to be nice, I want to be liked. But everyone’s scared of me.”

“I’m not.”


“So,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do.”

That was the first time I saw him look amused when he chuckled. I’d done it. He had a look of amusement on his face. But it didn’t last long as he crashed his lips to mine.

I think I know what to do.