#after flinging food everywhere last night lol

[homeofhousechickens]

Tuckered..

[rslashtriadmom]

He's Marked His Territory

TW; (transgender) pregnancy

Recap, Fella and I's transgender partner (Lover Boy) is unexpectedly pregnant with Person McNugget #2, and we already have an 11y/o daughter (Boo).

Two weeks and some days ago, Lover Boy decided that he's keeping his pregnancy. He'll be 14 weeks on the 22nd (of November); this is his first biological kid, second bio kid for Fella after Boo.

This great migration actually began November 13th; Boo's 11th birthday and when LB announced to her. See, we live in a trailer park - go ahead, clutch your pearls - and it happens LB lives in a little 1bed/bath across the street from us. Ren lives just on the other side of the park, and BB lives with Fella, Boo and I in our childhood home.

I digress. That night, after we made sure all confusion from Boo was cleared, all questions answered, LB was fixing to make the treacherous hike back to his house, less than twenty feet from us, when Boo stops him;

Boo: Where are you going?

LB: What do you mean? I'm going back to my house.

Boo: ...but you're pregnant.

LB: Sure am.

Boo:...and it's Daddy's.

(cue an awkward, confused glance between LB and I)

LB: Yyyyes...?

Boo: So that means you're gonna be moving in with us, correct?

Me: No, LB's staying in his own house, and me, you and BB are staying here. We're gonna share custody of Daddy, LB gets one week, we get the other.

Boo: You're not funny. You're going to be moving in, why don't you just start staying here tonight?

Honestly? Kid had a point. So, wearing a pair of Fella's pajamas, LB spent the night with us. Has spent every night with us since then.

We got the last of his clothes/personal items/bits of decor he wanted to keep moved over today. LB's always liked our furniture/etc better, and considering most of his is from Wal-Mart or from the side of the road, the heavy stuff is staying. We already have a few people interested in taking the house off of his hands. We're a smallish, tight-knit community, so someone always has at least one kid ready to move out and get their own place; win-win for everybody.

So it's been a Minute. LB's always been somewhat of a slob; nothing nasty, no food left out for a week. Think stereotypical 'teenage boy just flings his clothes here there and everywhere' just general disorganization. BB is the same way. Then again, it wasn't uncommon for LB to leave some random object or article of clothing whenever he left after visiting our house; we still laugh about the time he walked out with his pants on, but his underwear on the bathroom floor. No, he wasn't drunk or high, he's just...well, LB.

Funny story, I never realized just how much time LB spent at our house with us until now. Not much has changed other than the addition of LB's stuff (and he's somewhat of a minimalist). Or at least, day-to-day life hasn't changed much. Now, he doesn't give us hugs and kisses before leaving the house to sleep at his; he gives us hugs and kisses goodnight. The three adults all pile into our bed at night now (our bed is big so we can all fit comfortably for the moment, although we might have to toggle the sleeping situation as we go). LB doesn't have to load up a tupperware bowl to take food home for later (he hates cooking and would live off of TV dinners and snacks if we didn't keep him fed, and Fella loves cooking for other people lol), he can just pop into the fridge and heat himself up a serving if he so pleases.

It's pleasantly strange to have him live with us. It's funny to occasionally find him munching on Doritos on the couch watching Bob's Burgers in the middle of the night when I get up to go pee. Being reminded he's in the house whenever he Dad Sneezes and therefore makes me shit out my soul can be obnoxious, but it's a reminder that he's there. With us. I do love getting to hang out and bust each other's chops all day. Fella loves being able to annoy him by sneaking up behind him to give him a kiss on the neck and running before LB can swat at him.

Best of all? Boo's having the time of her life. She and LB have always been best buds. Boo, as an autistic kid, tends to 'glom' onto people she loves; following them around, having to be physically close to them, finding every little excuse to interact with them. LB's the only one that is truly able to handle it as long as Fella and I can. They banter like two old men. They've been pranking each other all the time. LB loves to walk into her room when she's in it and rip ass (and howdy doody can this one elicit gags with his gas) and swiftly leave. Boo's current hyperfixation is puppets, which LB is TERRIFIED of, so now she regularly chases him around the house with one of hers. Their favorite, though? They cuddle in the mornings before Boo has to get up for school. LB discovered on day two that he can now go to Boo's room and crawl into bed with her for a quick snug. There's times he won't want Fella or I to put a hand on his shoulder. Boo? She can cling to him like a cobweb whenever she wants.

"It's different when it's your kid," LB says.

[ye0ncore]

white horse - park jongseong <3

second part in the series

note: hello loves! i hope you enjoy the second part to this lol series! i’m trying to be more active, so hopefully the series will be finished soon!

>> based off of: white horse by taylor swift

>> pairing: jay x female reader

>> rating and genre: g, pg if you don’t like angst, angst

>> warnings: mentions of cheating, some strong language

>> word count: 1.3k

“say you’re sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to.”

“jay it’s two in the morning. why are you home so late?” you knew you would regret staying up so late. but at this point, you didn’t care. you were tired of all the late nights, all the white lies. you knew where he was. you just wanted him to tell you.

“i’m sorry, i just got caught up with the boys.” there it was. that’s what he always told you. but, you knew for a fact he was with another girl. you caught him. one of your friends had seen him with her and sent you a picture.

“jay, you don’t have to lie to me. i know you were with a girl.” your voice was soft, making it hard to hear. but he heard you nonetheless, and froze. he knew he was screwed. he put on a concerned face, and walked up to you. he cupped your cheek, and even though you knew it was wrong, you leaned into his touch.

“baby, i am so sorry. that girl means nothing to me, you should know that. she’s just a friend. i love you, not her, okay?” you simply nodded, and let him lead you to bed.

“as i pace back and forth, cause i honestly believed in you.”

a few weeks later, it happened again. deja vu hit you like a bus, considering last time wasn’t the first. you knew it was stupid, but you loved him and you simple couldn’t find the courage to leave. you wouldn’t know how to function without him. he had made you so dependent on him, and you so desperately wanted to get out but you didn’t know how.

“jay, how many times is this going to happen? you say you love me but, you’re with other girls all the time... you promised me it wouldn’t happen again.” your voice gradually got louder as you spoke, slightly taking him by surprise. you were never one to yell, but you couldn’t help it. deep down, he knew he deserved it.

“and it won’t. i promise i’m gonna be better for you.” you sighed and stood up, looking him in the eyes. he held his breath as he looked at the pained look on your face.

“that’s what you said last time. just... go. i need some time.” he released the breath he was holding and looked at you like you were crazy. “i’m serious, jay. just go.” he scoffed, grabbed his phone and keys, and stormed out the door.

you ended up sleeping on the couch that night. you didn’t know how to process everything that was happening. you thought you and jay were going to be endgame. in the beginning, everything was perfect. if you knew it would end like this, you wouldn’t have done it to yourself. he wasn’t who you thought he was.

he came home the next morning, hickeys littering his skin. you froze when you saw them, your whole body shutting down. “you went to her house last night didn’t you?” he sighed, and set his things down, beginning to walk up to you.

you stopped him, taking a few steps backwards. you had to end this. you couldn’t take the pain anymore. “baby?”

“don’t baby me. i’m done with this, jay.” his eyes widened at your words, taking another step towards you.

“done? done with what? me?” his voice conveyed hurt, but you knew it was all a facade. you nodded, making his lip begin to quiver.

“i’m done with us. i cant take this anymore, jay. you clearly don’t care about me or my feelings.” you paused before speaking up again. “leave. we’re over.”

he tried to talk you out of it, but you managed to get him out of the house. you plopped on the couch, and placed your head in your hands, taking a shaky, deep breath. you knew the road ahead was going to be rough. but you were determined to get over the boy.

“stupid girl, i should’ve known, i should’ve known”

“that i’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairytale.”

“i’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell.”

the weeks after the break up we’re harder than you thought they’d be. you missed him immensely and it took everything in you to stay away from him. you missed what you used to be.

him and the girl he had been cheating on you with were all over social media. everywhere you looked, it was something about them, and it hurt to see. you knew that that used to be you, which hurt the most. you wondered if he really ever loved you. he never looked at you the way he looked at her.

“i was a dreamer before you went and let me down.”

news got around that you were newly single, which meant old flings were blowing up your phone. you thought about going with it, but the second you did, jay’s face popped up in your mind. it felt wrong, so you let them all down.

after everything that happened, the world seemed so grey. you used to love taking walks. now, they just seemed pointless. everything around you reminded you of the boy. you couldn’t escape him.

you wondered how he was doing. the last thing you would have expected was for him to be missing you just as much.

“and there you are on your knees.”

it was late on a saturday night when you saw jay next. you heard a knock, and you opened the door, thinking it was the food you had ordered. you were shocked to see jay standing there, shivering from the cold. you almost felt bad. but, you decided to be nice and let him in. he sent a small smile your way as a thank you.

you shut the door behind him, crossed your arms and turned to him. “what are you doing here?”

he sighed and took a good look at you. it was then that he realized how bad he had hurt you. your hair was a mess, you had bags under your eyes, and your clothes were wrinkled.

“begging for forgiveness, begging for me.”

“just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry.”

“jay, seriously, what are you doing here?” he almost flinched at the sound of your voice. it was hoarse, and full of hurt. he hadn’t been able to stop thinking of your voice, and how soft and sweet it was. he hated the fact that he had done this to you.

“i wanted to apologize. i miss you like crazy, y/n. i never meant to hurt you the way i did.” you looked up at him, looking for any sign of him lying. he seemed genuine, but you couldn’t trust him. not after everything that he did.

“jay... thank you for the apology, but, i’m not ready to forgive you yet. i’m not healed from all of the damage you caused. i just can’t right now...” he took a few steps toward you, making you step back until your back was pressed against the door.

“jay i cant forgive you. please just leave.”

“i’m gonna find someone someday, who might actually treat me well.”

he takes a deep breath and takes one more step. “i’m not coming back to you. you were so mean, and so careless with me. i won’t go through that again. you couldn’t treat me well, and i know if i come back, it’ll just end in heartbreak again. the answer is no, jay.”

“you’re right. and i owe you. you were so good to me and i didn’t know what i had until i lost you. just know that i am so sorry.”

“now it’s too late for you and your white horse to catch me now.”

“i know.” he walked past you and out the door, getting into his car and driving away. seeing him leave sent a wave of relief through you, and at that moment, you knew everything was going to be okay.

he didn’t have you at his beck and call anymore, and you couldn’t even begin to describe how free your felt. you were finally okay.

it’s too late, to catch me now...

[pinkykitten]

everything stays

chapter 1 - blood on her hands :: gisela klein [ an aot oc story ] 

note: hey guys i know its been a rlly long time since ive posted anything and u may be rlly let down and underwhelmed that ive chosen to write a aot oc instead of fanfic but its what i want to write and i rlly love my oc and wanna give her some love and some praise and let u a little in how i see her. im sorry i havent posted a lot im going to try to write more and who knows i may or may not finish this but its ok imma try lol but life sometimes is a butthole. i hope you love her as much as i do an tysm for taking time out of ur day to read this story. enjoy!

Even though she knew that this day would have to come and that it was near, it still was a surprise for her. She was taken aback. It didn’t make sense and add up to her; she was trained for this since she was little; preparing mentally and physically for phase one of the plan; and the day appeared through the trees; past the wall; the opportunity was present; the fate of the people were waiting in their hands; and yet she felt a sense of evilness within her heart. Was this right? But there was no time. 

The day was written down in history. The stories were spread around like a disease. Heights, jaws, teeth, feet, stench, the screams. If they survived that nightmare they were seen as a tough soldier; as someone that was applauded because they probably had PTSD and had to see everyday as a reason within themselves or God that they were alive. That maybe just maybe they were saved for a reason; for a purpose. That is what Gisela Klein thought. Maybe there was something greater out there for her to do, to accomplish and that was why she saw another day; breathed another breath. 

But one thing was for sure. Forgiveness would never come her way; she would never expect it. To be a warrior she had to endure the horror; the pain; feelings of worthlessness; and friendships lost. 

This is the story of the 10th finding titan; the Slash Titan.

The pounding of her heart rang through her ears. It had taken everything for her to keep going on this journey; to continue on the path to and through Hell. She felt a loss within her and the light in her eyes died out. The loss of her friend made it hard for her to function. To keep her head in the game and in the plan. 

She sighed as she stared at her hands. Broken and bruised like her heart; scars and scratches scattered on her skin. Her bite mark deeply engraved into her flesh. She heaved a huge sigh. Ready to give death a handshake and make a deal with the devil. Panic was rising in her chest from her stomach, almost ready to throw up. 

As she thought about her family back home she realized there was no other way; she had to do this. In order to be with her family, to save them she had to do the one thing she was trained to do. 

Kill.

A lightning strike shot over the wall. The wall that kept the monsters away and at bay. Something was wrong; the air seemed to change. The lightning strike caused a boom, clap and the ground started to shake. 

Bertholdt drew his leg back and with full force swung his leg forward, knocking a hole into the wall that was impenetrable. Many people flew back from the wind of the blow and some were crushed by the debris of the wall. 

Many were going to die; but it’s what needed to be done. 

The titans were called. 

Finally the titans entered the devils homes and started to rip up their lives. “This is right, this is right.” Gisela had to keep reminding herself. “For my family.” And something snapped within her. The image of her mother, tortured, flashed in her mind. And suddenly everything was worth it. “No regrets.”

Gisela eyed Reiner, an agreement, a sign. She exhaled and in a quick motion placed her hand to her mouth and bit into it. In a spark she transformed into her titan form. Her eyes were much like a cats, sharp. She was made into the slash titan, she was chosen for this program. Her titans fingers were like sharp knives, able to cut any object or person. They hung a little past her knees. 

Reiner then transformed and both stomped past the hole. Many citizens glanced up, horrified. Gisela and Reiner were titans never seen before. 

She nodded to Reiner, bent down and started to pick up debris and pieces of houses to throw over the bigger wall. The chunks started to smash against people. Blood splattering everywhere. Gisela almost wanted to close her eyes from the immense amount of dead bodies piled on top of others, graves upon graves. 

She was hauling boulders as high and fast as she could. Her titan held a high amount of power and strength. Being slim, muscular and as tall as the armored titan and female titan. Reiner took a step back and gained his speed to go onward to destroy the bigger wall. 

“Fire!” Their soldiers cried out. Fear evident on their face. They shot their cannons, not even slowing down Reiner. Gisela continued flinging, wanting to create a path for Reiner. She was faster than before and many of her hits flattened the men in the front lines. Their screams and cries loud. 

“Close the gate!” They tried, it was their last hope to save humanity. But it was not enough. Reiner broke the wall and killed those running and they went flying. They reached even higher than Gisela. It astounded her almost, they seemed like helpless birds flying high in the sky; but that thought was quickly wiped clean because the second they flew up in the air they came straight down with much force that many parts of their bodies broke. 

Reiner did what he needed to do, he opened up a way for the titans to get in and they were swarming by the bunches. 

In the distance, the survivors fled in boats across the river to get into the other walls. Gisela put herself in their shoes for a second. They had reason to be scared. Everything they have ever known was gone; their houses, loved ones, food, a place to feel the most comfortable you can feel despite situations; it was all gone. Gisela shook the thought out, not caring about these cruel humans feelings. They had none. No emotions. Gisela had to believe that thought; what she was told, she had to believe it with all her heart, or else what was real?

They waited till they were able to not be seen and Gisela turned human first and then so did Reiner. The four of them hopped on the boat. Talking amongst themselves. The wind howled through the vacant homes. Destruction everywhere. Gisela looked around her setting and saw a little girl had been crushed because a tree fell on her, her doll mere inches away from her grasp. She died with her eyes open; almost looking into Gisela’s soul through the eyes. Gisela’s body trembled and she threw up. 

“Don’t.”

Gisela looked up to see Reiner wiping blood and debris off his clothes. He picked his sleeve and turned Gisela’s head to look away, he wiped her chin and mouth off the puke. He saw the trauma in her eyes and felt guilty. But it’s what needed to be done. He kept telling himself that the more he did this the more he would understand and get used to it. It was still all new to her and he had to be strong for her. He knelt in front of her small frame. “It’s not your fault. They needed to die. We are in this together. You don’t need them. Look at me.”

Gisela looked into his eyes, away from the sadness. His eyes carried the feeling of wanting to be wanted. That was always what Reiner wanted. But they also had fear in his eyes. 

“Stop acting like you’re in control when I know how sick you feel. I know how afraid you are Reiner.”

He paused and took a look at his hands and others surrounding him. “You’re right. But I made a promise to Marcel.”

They joined the other citizens arriving at the food reserves. The master of disguise was needed in this mission. People needed to see four hungry, depressed children that survived the fall of their homes, not mass murderers. 

Annie was only able to fetch two loaves. “Alright, who's the most hungry?”

“You girls should eat, you’re more feeble.” Bertholdt sat on a crate, pointing to Gisela and Annie. 

Annie tsked, moving a bang from her eyes, “who says girls are more feeble? I recall kicking your ass all those times in training.”

“You guys can eat it, I’m not hungry.” Gisela sat on the other crate and saw the chaos of the crowds. A boy caught her interest. He had dark brown hair, tan skin, and light blue green eyes. He was having bread shoved in his mouth and he seemed to have such a strong personality to him. If only Gisela felt so strongly about her motive and her placement in this life. 

“You really should eat, you need your energy after all you did.” Annie broke all the loaves in half and shared it amongst the four of you. “It’s not much but at least it's something.”

Gisela sighed, “you’re right. Thanks.”

After that day there was land given to only a few refugees but there were too many of them. Luckily the four of them had a piece of land that was enough until further inching themselves within society. Through that whole span each day was getting easier and easier living with the lies and day by day Gisela felt more at sure with herself and knowing that she could fulfill this mission. Pills and alcohol helped the pain and ease the thoughts. She taught herself to put a gap between what she came here to do and feelings. She told herself every day that nobody else mattered except her family and Reiner. She trained her brain to not care, to not have strings attached or any love for anything. It was all a play, all a rehearsal for when the curtain would fall. She was readying herself for that fall. Everyday she educated herself more on these scums. What they liked, wanted, needed, craved for, and what they craved more than ever in their life was freedom. 

She trained her body as if it were her last day, barely getting sleep. The face of her mother haunting her every night making her get up at three in the morning to do pushups or sit ups. Not only was her mind getting stronger but also her body. Even Reiner would make jokes noticing the muscles that would appear. The six pack that formed on her stomach. Her thighs growing tight and firm, her arms growing stronger. The sweat growing on her forehead longer. 

With her body growing her relationship with Reiner also changed. They no longer were the tiny children that didn’t understand anatomy or the air between two people. Reiner and Gisela’s relationship was of being flirty, sharing a few kisses here and there, trying to be a couple but then yelling at each other and breaking it up and realizing maybe this isn’t right a million times. Even Bertholdt and Annie were getting tired of their outbursts. But each time they made up to be friends only and then the cycle started where the feelings came in the way and they wanted to be more. They would tease each other, especially Reiner. They were each other's best friends. Gisela was like one of the boys, loud, obnoxious, burping all the time, Reiner would get a look at her and smirk thinking he taught her well. When Reiner looked at her he felt at home and that everything was going to be okay. Her nightmares continued and each time Reiner would come to her room and hold her, let her cry into his arms. She felt he was the only person that knew her pain. 

Gisela understood many things in life and for once she understood her life here, she understood why she was born and chosen. 

It was the following year and in order to get closer to finding the founding titan the four became part of the 104th cadet corps. 

“Are you ready to train more?” Gisela nudged Reiner, eyebrow raised.

“What do you mean train more? This is going to be a new but scary experience honestly.” Reiner spoke as if he was a different person. As if he didn’t have a life outside of the walls. 

“Reiner?” Gisela placed her hand on his shoulder, steadying him. He looked fine on the outside but Gisela knew the issues were inside, his mind. She knew this was becoming disastrous to him, he was starting to have almost two personalities, two lives, two worlds, two people. Gisela tried to tell Annie or Bertholdt, they saw it too but there was nothing they could do. 

All that Gisela could do was smile as they made their way to the first day of training. 

note: again ty y’all sm!!!! If u liked it lmk and this is kinda new for me cuz I usually don’t post my ocs stories here or much at all but I’m rlly excited for y’all to see her and for y’all to know this oc of mine and hopefully accept her ❤️

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[iliketowrite1996]

Part 1/3- His Mistake

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Secret relationship, sudden kiss, fighting feelings- Set after Endgame except nobody dies and Steve stays where he is at lol 

Steve Rogers is messed up.

    Steve Rogers  messed up, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

    Steve Rogers messed up, he doesn’t know how to fix it, and he is currently, futile, pacing the floors of the Avengers Tower trying to figure out how to fix the thing that he messed up.

    Normally, he’d just ignore it- move past it and forget all about it, as he does with most things.

    It’s not that he’s never been in this position before. It’s that he’s never been in this position with the person that he is currently in this position with, and that’s what has him terrified.

Steve Rogers is no stranger to kissing. He may not have had much luck with women before the crash- he’d kiss one woman who’s name he ever had and Peggy. 

Post frozen state, though, he has certainly been on his fair share of dates. The kiss with Natasha, for example- he brushed past that after it initially occurred, not having any feelings for his teammate.

    The kiss with the waitress he went on a date with a few months ago, his kiss and fling with anyone else has never resulted in the sort of panic that he is feeling at this very  moment.

    ‘’Hey, Capsicle, is there any reason that you’re currently running a rut in the floor,’’ Tony raises an eyebrow at the man as he enters the office for their meeting.

    ‘’Stark, not now. Just don’t,’’ Steve raises a hand, to which Tony shrugs, deciding to tease his teammate another time.

    ‘’Just don’t run a hole in the floor before Fury gets here,’’ Tony advises as the rest of the team file in,

    Wanda, Vision and Pietro are first, followed by Sam and Bucky. Natasha is followed by Bruce, and Clint ambles in a while later with Rhodey. Thor and Peter are the last to enter, and the 13 of them patiently wait for Nicky Fury to enter.

    ‘’If he’s going to keep us waiting, the least that he could do is supply us with donuts,’’ Tony jokes, just as the door opens yet again.

    ‘’Please, Stark, with your wealth, you should be supplying the whole team with doubts, and cars, to boot,’’ you speak as you enter, coffee in a hand and laptop tucked under your arm.

    ‘’Ahh, he couldn’t be bothered with prepping us himself, so he sent his intern.’’

    ‘’Assistant, Stark. And now I see why Fury carries aspirin with him everywhere he goes, because you’re starting to give me a headache, too,’’ you deadpan, ignoring the snickers of the rest of the team, ‘’Anyway. Yes, he did send me to discuss with you the proper protocol for meeting with King T’Challa, also known as The Black Panther. So that we do not have another bowling incident like the one before.’’

    You pointedly look to Bruce, who looks to Rhodey, who is smirking at the memory of what occurred over six years ago.

    ‘’And he sent you.’’

    ‘’Yes, he sent me. If you're not happy with that, Stark, you may remove yourself from this meeting as well as my presence,’’ you look to the billionaire, ‘’Now, I suggest that you remain quiet until after this meeting is over.’’

    It’s enough to shut Tony up, and Steve appreciates your no-nonsense tone even more than ever, it no doubt being one of the reasons that Fury chose to train you to follow in his footsteps.

    The meeting is brief by their standards- you’re a bit concerned that Tony is going to manage to get on T’Challa’s nerves or that will trip and embarrass himself (his own personal worry, as well) but they seem up to par on protocol of the royal palace and how it has changed.

    ‘’That is it for today, you are all dismissed. Except you, Captain. I need to speak with you at once.’’

    ‘’Looks like somebody’s in trouble,’’ Bucky smirks, earning a nudge from Natasha as the rest of the team disperses, leaving you alone with Steve.

    ‘’Mr. Rogers… Captain America. I was looking through your files,’’ you start as you close the door, giving the two of you some semblance of privacy, ‘’And I noticed quite a few interesting things. Your height and weight before being injected with the super soldier serum, your battles, your wins and your losses, and even quite a bit on Peggy Carter.’’

    ‘’Is there any reason that you are looking for those things?’’

    ‘’I always check up on the files to see if there’s anything new coming up for the Avengers,’’ you shrug, ‘’I know that Peter is graduating from high school soon. I know that Natasha is ready to assume another alias should need a rise, and has several already picked out. I even know all about Tony’s intentions to have another child, other than Morgan. What I don’t know… is why you kissed me last night.’’

    Remember that big mistake that Steve was talking about earlier?

    Yeah. This is it.

    He kissed you, the person directly under Nicky Fury, who could very well become Steve’s boss in the next few years, should Fury retire.

    You’d been lounging in the living room last night, after one of Stark’s infamous parties. You would consider Steve more of a friend than someone you are in charge of. He shares side-eye glances with you at meetings, and he’s had your back more than once on a mission. He’s the one who knows what it feels like to miss so much of your life, to try to connect the past to the future, and how hard it is to decipher who you are now with who you used to be and how the two are somehow combined within the two of you.

Last night at the party, after everyone had gone to bed, you and Steve had been talking- about your pasts, your futures, and everything in between. You confessed that you wanted a family some day, and so does he. You hadn’t really been out on the dating scene much, and neither has he. He knows your favorite food, song, animal, color, and you know his favorite dance, book, memory, author.

    What you still don’t know is why he cupped your face, leaned in and kissed you last night.

    ‘’What do you want to hear from me,’’ Steve questions.

    ‘’I want the truth. I know that you’ve kissed several members of the shield before. Is this just… was that just because you do that? Is that your thing,’’ you fold your arms over your chest, ‘’Because if that’s the case, I’ll drop it like Natasha dropped hints that she is interested in you.’’

    ‘’It was a spur of the moment thing, but it had nothing to do with you the only one around me.’’

    ‘’It seems like that’s what it was,’’ you shrug again, ‘’Because in the two and a half years that I have known you, you’ve never done anything like that.’’

    ‘’You do not get it,’’ Steve lowers his voice, taking your face in his hands ‘’ Do you think this is what I want, to dance around you? You are a very beautiful woman. You are intelligent and courageous and I have had feelings for you for a long time.’’

    ‘’Then what’s the matter,’’ you stare up into crystal blue eyes, closing your own when Steve presses a kiss to your forehead, ‘’Because I care for you, too.’’

    ‘’We both know this is not such a good idea,’’ Steve shifts so that his arms are around you and he is holding you close, ‘’We work together. Our line of work is so dangerous.’’

    ‘’Which is why we should at least give this a try, Steve. I’m not opposed to trying something new if something good can come from it,’’ you smile gently, exposing Steve to a bit of who you are under your toughness, ‘’I think you know that.’’

    ‘’I do,’’ he sighs, pressing another kiss to your hairline, ‘’So what does that mean?’’

    ‘’I would like to give this a chance, Rogers. I’m done not going after what I want I know sometimes you just have to let things be, and let them fall into place. And if this doesn't work out, then it doesn't work out. No regrets if we actually try, it, though.’’

    Steve is sponsoring this as you speak, the only sound the voice of Tony walking past, which prompts you to say, ‘’And my dad doesn’t have to know.’’

    Steve tenses then, you  having brought up the very thing that he was worried about, ‘’I don’t want you to think that I am hiding this, so to speak.’’

    ‘’I know you’re not,’’ you pull back to look at him, ‘’Listen. I’m the first one that doesn’t want him to know. So we will keep this to ourselves- that means you won’t tell Bucky, and I won’t tell Wanda..’’

    He considers this. He’s kept so many secrets, hurt people, and lost people. This would be like opening a fresh wound, all over again,

    Perhaps, though, he’s thinking too far into the future. Perhaps there’s a chance that this could actually turn out well for the two of you.

    So it’s with a grin that he kisses you again, taking a chance on something that could actually be good for you.

    Even if it has to be a secret from others for the time being.

    And so it goes for three months. You and Steven for lack of a better phrase, sneak around. It’s kind of invigorating, kind of irritating. You steal kisses before and after every meeting that Nick directs, spar together when no one else using the training facility, have dates down by the river whenever the two of you can manage a free moment away from the others.

    Three months of glances at each other, secret dates, and never blurting a word of the truth to anybody, lest your dad figure out that the two of you are more than friends.

    Even as you sit across from him now,  dressed in your blouse the color of a ripe eggplant and your dress pants, hair slicked back into a low bun, he tries not to stare. You, for your part, try to ignore how good he looks in a suit at this moment.

    ‘’And please, I am begging of you,’’ Fury sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, ‘’Stark, keep your sarcasm to yourself upon this meeting with Dr. Strange and Mr. Wong. I am begging you.’’

    ‘’I’ll keep him in line,’’ you look over to the billionaire, who places his hands in the air in faux-surrender.

    ‘’I’ll behave.’’

    ‘’Of course you will- your wife and Ms. Romanoff will be there. Captain, and you,’’ Fury looks to you, ‘’Please hold back a second. I need to brief you two on your next mission.’’

    You and Steve share a look of confusion while the others leave, preparing for their meeting with Stephen Strange.

    ‘’It seems the two of you enjoy spending time together, so I would like the two of you to work together on this- would anybody like to be so bold as to help me understand why the two of you,’’ Fury points between you and Steve, ‘’Really thought that you could sneak around behind my back and no one would know?’’

    Your eyes widen, and Steve begins to sputter out an answer, ‘’Director Fury, we-’’

    ‘’Do you know whose daughter she is, Captain? Do you know that there are direct orders for herm’’ Nick turns his gaze back to you, ‘’Not to date a part of this team?’’

    ‘’Those are not official orders, and might I add, you have no say so in this,’’ you stand, ‘’We keep this relationship from affecting our work. To my knowledge, you don’t seem to have a problem with the fact that Vision and Wanda are together, that Pietro was practically flirting with the news recruit last month, or that Natasha and Bucky most definitely have feelings for eachother. I expect to be treated as a member of this team.’’

    ‘’You know that you are not like the rest of this team, and you’ve disobeyed director order,’’ he snaps, causing you to stand and slam your hands against the desk of the conference room.

    ‘’I am not a child anymore Nicholas!,’’ you seethe, ‘’I am not a little girl, you don’t get to tell me what to do outside of official orders.’’

    ‘’You seem to forget your place, agent. No matter- you’re right. You’re an adult. Do whatever you want to do, and when he,’’ Fury motions to your boyfriend, ‘’Gets you hurt, don’t you dare come to me. You know that not everybody loves Captain America.’’

    Fury is storming out of the room then, leaving an air of his daistate and your anger behind him as he does.

    Steve waits until he is sure that Fury is at least on the elevator before approaching you, wrapping his arms around you to comfort you, ‘’Honey, are you alright?’’

    ‘’I need some air,’’ you loosen yourself from his embrace, grabbing your things and making a hasty exit, but not before calling out, ‘’I’ll call you later, Steve.’’

    Steve looks at the door after you are gone, not sure if he regrets this decision that the two of you made, this choice to be with eachother even after all of the consequences had been weighed that night by the both of you.

    And all he can think about is that this is his fault because of the mistake he made three months ago.

    Because if Steve Rogers could go back in time, if he could change anything from the past 70 years…

    He never would have dared to kiss Nick Fury’s daughter.

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[miss-pearlescent]

Friends, More or Less (M)

Themes: older brother’s best friend, morning after, face sitting (⊙ω⊙✿)

Flipping over to your side, you touch the sheets spread out before you.

Empty and cold.

You couldn’t help but sigh a little as you pushed yourself out of bed, feeling a dull ache...everywhere.

So maybe you’d been flirting with your older brother’s best friend recently. And maybe you had failed to correct him when he showed up to play video games with your brother even though you knew their little play date was actually next Thursday.

And maybe, while your brother was out of town, you invited his best friend into your bed.

You didn’t regret it, you thought as you brushed your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. Last night was hands down the most amazing sex you’d ever had.

Jongin wasn’t a guy you knew too well, despite how many times he had come over to the apartment that you and your brother rented. You just knew he liked to play video games and read manga. You also knew he was hot beyond words.

He was tall and his shoulders were so broad. And he was always so serious. One time, he had walked into the kitchen while you were cooking and then suddenly there seemed to be a lack of oxygen as you blubbered something about chicken nuggets and then ran out.

Last night went much smoother. He made you equally breathless but never nervous. Both of you knew it was a fling and so you took it in stride. Instead of worrying about disappointing him in bed, you made the most of it by letting him know exactly where and how to touch you.

No regrets, even as you struggled to stand up straight. Every muscle was telling you to go back to bed, but you had a full day ahead of you.

The most apparent ache was the one between your legs. It didn’t go away even with a hot shower. Curse him and his agile hips.

You honestly had thought he would be the kind of guy to finish things quickly. But as you reached orgasm after orgasm, that assumption was proved wrong. He was insatiable once you got him going.

You groaned and shut off the water. The ache between your legs was turning into a totally different kind of ache.

There was no point in thinking upon it any longer. He left your bed without you noticing and the message was clear: nothing had happened between the two of you.

Yeah, it hurt. You knew it was a one-time-deal but there was a small part inside you that wished you weren’t just his friend’s little sister. You didn’t need a full-on relationship right away, but continuing the crazy sex for a little while would be nice.

You rolled your eyes at yourself when you noticed there was no towel on the rack. Your brain was obviously muddled from last night.

Stop thinking about him.

You opened the door to your bedroom and headed to the closet at the other side in search of a fresh towel. There had to be one in here somewhere.

A throat cleared behind you.

Every cell in your body turned cold and hot all at once.

No way. This was so embarrassing.

Shakily, you turned around and saw Jongin in only his jeans, sitting on the floor petting your cat on his lap.

And here you stood, ass naked.

“Hi.” You gave a nervous laugh and tried to cover yourself with your hands. It was futile, but there was no choice. “You’re still here.” Nice one, Captain Obvious.

Behind him, sitting on your bed, was your bath towel. You eyed it suspiciously, wondering if your towel set this up.

Jongin looked down, stroking another hand down Fifi’s back. “She was scratching the door at 8 in the morning so I gave her a bit to eat.” You gave your cat the stink eye, too, even as she stretched out comfortably in Jongin’s lap.

“Ah, thanks,” you drawled. “Could you, um, hand me that towel behind you?”

His curious gaze flickered up between you and the towel. “Why?” he asked.

You gave him an incredulous look. “Why? Because I’m naked?”

“I saw it all yesterday,” he said with a shrug.

“But that’s different.” You wanted to melt to the floor in embarrassment. “Please, Jongin.” You crossed your legs and held out a hand.

After a moment, he reached behind him and grabbed the towel. You went to take it from him but he held on. “Are we still good?”

Your words got caught in your throat. “G-good? What do you mean?”

“We had sex last night.” He tugged on the towel, catching you off guard and making you land on your knees in front of him. He kept his eyes on your face even though your boobs were pointing right at him. “Are we still good?”

“Of course we are!” you sputtered, holding the towel uselessly in front of you to give you some sort of modesty. “I’m not kicking you out if that’s what you’re asking.”

He stared at you for a second before letting you take the entire towel. It was pointless because you still felt exposed under his stare despite being covered. “I want to know if things changed between us.”

You couldn’t look at him. “There was nothing to change.” Which was the truth. The two of you barely knew each other before last night, and you still barely knew each other this morning.

He tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to land on him. “I am your big brother’s best friend, so you’re going to have to take the reins here. If you want to be friends, you tell me. If you want a fuck buddy, you tell me too.”

“A f-fuck buddy?” You just knew your whole body was turning red.

Jongin nodded, a little smirk on his face. “You heard me correctly.”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it again. Then opened it one more time. “What if I want both?” you said, licking your lips.

His gaze followed your tongue and his grin widened. “Then we’ll just have to give you what you want.”

Fifi leapt to the side as Jongin rolled out onto his back on the hardwood floor.

“What are we doing?” you asked, trying not to salivate over the hard planes of his sculpted chest.

“Sit on me,” he said nonchalantly.

“Sit?” You blinked, trying to make sense of this situation. “Where?”

Jongin put his hands behind his head. “Wherever you want.”

You decided his rock hard abs were the safest bet, and you swung your leg over his waist, clutching your towel while straddling him.

He pushed down on your thigh so your core was pressed flush against his hot skin. His grin never disappeared as he watched you, kneading your legs with his thumbs.

“So,” he began, “what’s your favourite colour?”

The question was so odd that you forgot all the names of the colours. “E-excuse me?”

You felt his body shake underneath you with his little chuckle. “Mine’s blue. What’s yours?” His fingers skirted underneath the towel, squeezing your backside.

“I guess it’s red?” You weren’t exactly sure what you were talking about, especially when he began tugging at your hips so they rocked back and forth along the ridges of his stomach. “Or maybe pink when I feel like it.”

You tried to concentrate on his next question though his teasing gaze revealed he knew exactly how muddled he made you. “Cute. So what’s your favourite food, then?”

“My favourite food...” you trailed off as his thumb skated dangerously close to your core. You looked down and saw that you were leaving a trail of wetness from his chest to his belly button. “My favourite food is chocolate,” you replied breathlessly.

“Mm, sweet. I want to have a taste.” He cupped your bottom and lifted it, pushing you up so you had to support yourself with your hands. “Mine is fried chicken.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his ridiculous answer, but it got cut short when he slid down so he could look directly up at your sex.

“Fried chicken?” you squeaked out.

“Yup. Hot and juicy fried chicken.” He groaned as he craned his neck to lick one side of your slit. “Come here. I could eat it all day.”

You felt the pressure of his hands pushing your thighs down, but you resisted. “Jongin, no.” You pushed back at him even as he kissed your inner thigh. “I’m going to suffocate you.”

His grip tightened. “Let me handle the breathing.” He forced you down on his mouth, and you felt his hot tongue pierce into your core immediately. He licked and sucked, his mouth making lewd noises as he held you in place for his onslaught.

Already achy and sensitive from last night, you came right away.

You fell forward from the force of the release and thought to crawl away, but, with a growl, Jongin’s nails pressed into your ass, keeping you right where he wanted you.

You cried out as he sucked on your throbbing clit, wringing out another climax as you rocked your hips on his beautiful face. It felt sinful to smear your wetness on something so perfect, but that just made it hotter.

“Oh, Jongin,” you gasped, shaking as another climax threatened to crest over.

His hands sneaked up the towel, running along your sides before finding your nipples.

He pinched, hard.

You screamed, thrown over the edge, and lifted your hips out of the way while you had the chance.

Jongin followed, rolling the two of you over until you were suddenly flat on your back and he wedged himself between your legs, cradling the back of your head with his strong hands against the hardwood floor.

“We’re out of condoms so I’m going to fuck you like this,” he rasped, rubbing the rough fly of his denim against you. He chuckled at the way your eyes rolled back. “You like that?”

“Last one,” you muttered. “Or else I’m going to pass out.”

“Don’t do that,” he teased and kissed the tip of your nose. He pumped his hips, letting the texture of denim give you a whole new sensation. “There’s breakfast and coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.”

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This was just something quick I whipped up after going through my drafts. I usually find the sibling’s-best-friend trope to be a little weird but I decided to give it a try because I loooove trying out random tropes lol the story started going in a weird direction with that fried chicken nonsense, but whatever LMAO I hope you guys enjoyed!

[surveystodestressme]

211.

3000 question survey pt 1

1.      What is your idea of perfect happiness?

 being healthy and alive and well

2.      What is your greatest fear?

 being killed or kidnapped or just dying in general

3.      What is the trait you most deplore (dislike) in yourself?

 I can be really mean and hurtful

4.      What is your greatest extravagance?

 oh i don’t know

5.      What is your current state of mind?

 i am doing okay. 

6.      What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

 just being a good human being

7.      On what occasion do you lie?

 i try to never lie

8.      What do you most dislike about your appearance?

 i am super acne prone

9.      Which living person do you most despise?

 rapists and murderers, no specific person

10.  What is the quality you most like in a man?

 humor

11.  What is the quality you most like in a woman?

 also humor

12.  Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

 too many of them

13.  What or who is the greatest love of your life?

 my boyfriend or my cat

14.  When and where were you the happiest?

 i don’t know off the top of my head

15.  Which talent would you most like to have?

 i would love to be able to make things or fix things

16.  If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

 i wish i was nicer and was more patient

17.  What do you consider your greatest achievement?

 getting through college (almost, haven’t graduated yet but i’m certain that i will)

18.  If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

 a golden retriever in a rich home that will spoil me

19.  Where would you most like to live?

 somewhere warm all the time

20.  What is your most treasured possession?

 my cat (don’t really count her as a possession but i treasure her dearly)

21.  What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

 i don’t know

22.  What is your favorite career?

 astronaut

23.  What is your most marked characteristic?

 i like to think i am pretty helpful

24.  What do you value most in your friends?

 honesty and loyalty

25.  Who are your favorite writers?

 i don’t really have one

26.  Who is your hero of fiction?

 *

27.  Which historical figure do you most identify with?

 i don’t know

28.  Who are your heroes in real life?

 my sister and my mother

29.  What are your favorite names?

 i always liked Parker

30.  What is it that you most dislike?

 bad people

31.  What is your greatest regret?

 trying to kill myself when i was younger and all the people i hurt because of it

32.  How would you like to die?

 i would not like to die painfully

33.  What is your motto?

 i don’t really think i have one

34.  Do you like watching reruns?

 yes!

35.  Have you ever won any kind of contest yourself?

 i think so

36.  What gives you cheap thrills?

 i don’t know

37.  What do you think is worth waiting for?

 love

38.  Are you an organ donor, if so why/why not?

 i think so?  I mean if i can be useful after death, why not

39.  Should parenting classes be mandatory for new parents?

 yes, a lot of people i know that have had kids have no idea wtf they’re doing and they are going to fuck their kid up

40.  What is the number one thing people are always asking you for help with?

 advice on relationships, schoolwork, pets, etc.

41.  What movie did you love the original but hated the sequel to?

 there are plenty.

42.  Are you more talk and less action or vice versa?

 more talk lol

43.  Have you ever given someone a handmade present?

 yes! plenty of times. i definitely think that is the best kind of present to get. i love getting handmade presents

44.  What type of person angers you the most?

 rude people and stupid people

45.  Could you live without electricity for a week?

 yeah probably

46.  Do you think Great Britain should be a part of a united Europe?

 i don’t care

47.  Have you ever eaten a whole tube of pringles by yourself?

 probably

48.  Do you like champagne, if so, what is your favorite brand?

 i don’t mind champagne but i would not go out of my way to drink it

49.  What nervous habits do you have?

 i bite my nails, bite my lip, bite the inside of my cheek

50.  What do you do when you and your best friend get into a fight?

 i don’t really fight with my friends.

51.  What do you think should be a wonder of the world that currently isn’t?

 i don’t know

52.  What comforts you on bad days?

 my cat

53.  Do you treat yourself and your body with respect?

 i like to think so

54.  Something you eat that other people would find gross.

 i make ramen and i out ranch, hot sauce, and cheese in it

55.  Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how?

 yeah, trespassed more times than i can count.

56.  Something you fear might change you.

 moving away from my friends and family

57.  What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

 arrogance, rudeness

58.  Have you ever resented someone, if so what for?

 yeah but i don’t really remember what for

59.  Do you have a favorite t-shirt, if so what’s on it or what does it say?

 i have plenty of favorite sweatshirts but no favorite shirts

60.  How old do you think is too old to have a baby?

 probably late 40s

61.  How have you changed over the last five years?

 oh god, plenty.  i’m not a suicidal teenager anymore.  i eat now. i don’t hurt myself

62.  Have you ever painted a house?

 the inside

63.  Have you ever had a surprise party (that was an actual surprise)?

 yes!! they are so much fun

64.  What makes you feel miserable?

 when people are mean to me

65.  What’s the best costume you’ve ever worn?

 i was chucky one year, i even did my own makeup

66.  What’s been the hardest loss you’ve had to take?

 my cat, lily, when she passed away

67.  Do you like sunny days or rainy days more?

 sunny

68.  What does your typical Friday night look like?

 usually sitting on my computer playing video games, watching movies/shows, or doing homework/studying.  i rock climb too on fridays

69.  Who is your favorite movie director and what’s your favorite movie from them?

 i don’t really care about the directors of movies, i don’t pay attention to that stuff

70.  What is the furthest you’ve ever got a paper airplane to fly?

 not very

71.  Do you like the person you are becoming?

 i think so, at least for the most part

72.  What’s the highest you’ve ever jumped into the water from?

 not very far.  there is a swing into a creek near my parents house

73.  What inspires your ideas?

 a lot of different things, inspiration comes from everywhere

74.  Have you ever assembled furniture by yourself?

 not by myself

75.  Have you ever bolstered your resume to get a job you really wanted?

 yes

76.  How emotional are you?

 very

77.  Have you ever had an internship, if not what would be your dream intern job?

 i interned at a vet clinic last summer

78.  Do you prefer chicken, beef, or seafood?

 i would usually say beef but lately i’ve been craving seafood

79.  Have you ever had a health scare?

 nah

80.  What do you love most about the holiday season?

 decorating

81.  Do you think a fling could be a good thing?

 sure

82.  What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

 actually doing something with my hair lol. i hate dealing with it

83.  What do or did you hate the most about dating or the dating process?

 i don’t mind dating, it feels good to date but i’m always worried that i will say the wrong thing

84.  What do you frown upon when it comes to raising kids?

 when people raise them wrong

85.  Have you ever been professionally photographed?

 for family photos, yeah

86.  Where or how do you find serenity?

 reading or writing

87.  Do you influence people more than they influence you?

 i don’t know

88.  What can you do to make your life better?

 try harder

89.  If you could ask one person, alive or dead, only one question, what would you ask?

 i would ask any dead person what it is like to die and what comes after, if anything

90.  What is your favorite hiding place?

 someplace where no one would find me

91.  Do you buy anything organic, if so, what is it?

 nope

92.  Describe yourself in terms of food.

 delicious

93.  How could you reinvent yourself?

 plenty of ways

94.  What was the name of the first album you ever bought and who was it by?

 it was one of gwen stefanis first albums but i don’t remember which one

95.  What is your Chinese zodiac sign and is the description accurate?

 aries, i don’t know the description tbh

96.  Do you have any prejudices you’ve admitted to yourself?

 plenty

97.  Who is the very first friend you ever remember making and how old were you?

 kristen in kindergarten

98.  What makes you lose sleep?

 worrying

99.  What are three phases or sayings you say almost every day?

 there are too many

100. Do you floss or use a toothpick when food gets stuck in your teeth?

 yes

[sunmisgirl]

EXO Reaction to S/O Being A Cold Person (Fluff)

For anon: Hiiiii your reactions are so amazing! Can i get one for exo's s o being kind of a cold person? Fluffy ofc I'm a wimp lol thanks love xxx

Side note: Thanks so much for the compliment!! I had this all written in one day, but the app never saved my original work so this is a slightly tweaked version of what I originally had in mind. Hope you enjoy!

Xiumin:

Xiumin was worried about your relationship in the start because you always seemed distant. He assumed he said or did the wrong things until you assured him he was the perfect gentleman and you’re just not a fan of romance. He appreciates your open communication and your bond grows even stronger. It gets quite bothersome when his relatives constantly question your relationship and wonder why you’re so distant. He simply holds you closer to him and reassures them that there is more than what meets the eye. His family feels bad for criticizing you so hastily and starts inviting you to more dinners and birthdays.

Suho:

Your relationship with Suho is an interesting one. Suho is a hopeless romantic and seeks any opportunity to woo you even though he knows lots of affection is not your favorite. The members finally have some free time and suggest a date night. He notices the other guys getting all cuddly and cute with their dates during the movie and wants to show off. You’re super focused on the scene unfolding on the big screen when you turn to see Suho playfully feeding you popcorn. You throw him a confused glance yet still accept the popcorn and his offerings to share his drink. Oh the things we do for love.

Lay:

Lay invites you to come meet his friends at an outdoor café. You’re not super affectionate in public especially around people you meet for the first time. Lay is already used to your personality and loves every aspect of you, but the disapproving glances from his friends tell you otherwise. You become uncomfortable and excuse yourself from the table to go wander around some shops nearby until his friends leave. A few minutes later, Lay comes running into a shop searching for you and holding a bouquet of flowers. You accept the bouquet with a shy smile and ask why he isn’t with his friends. “Well, I nagged them and said they shouldn’t be so quick to judge you from the first encounter. Don’t worry; they’ll come around to see what an amazing person you are.”

Baekhyun:

It’s a shocking Saturday morning when you realize it’s completely quiet and Baekhyun’s voice isn’t booming from his seat in front of a video game. You relish in the newfound silence with a cup of coffee and ponder what the day has yet to offer. That is until you spot Baekhyun grinning mischievously from the kitchen counter. “What are you doing over there, Baek?” He simply shrugs and responds, “I’m admiring you from afar. Why do you suspect I’m up to something?” You squint your eyes and wait for him to crack under pressure until he finally breaks, “Okay, okay. I wanted morning cuddles.” You ponder for a moment. “Nah, no thanks.”

His grin slightly drops and he starts begging you for attention. “Please, my angel?” “I’m not feeling it, Baek.” “I’ll make you pancakes for a whole week.” “I can manage perfectly with muffins.” He thinks of a new idea to make you agree to his request. “I’ll give you my Privé hoodie. The one you love with the cologne smell.” You hate how your eyes instantly light up at his proposition. “Fine. You win, Baek.” It’s not fair that he knows how much you love his Privé clothing.

Chen:

Your coworkers drag you to happy hour after work and all the socializing completely drains you. You finally arrive home and plop onto the bed still in your work attire. Chen’s voice booms throughout the apartment as he approaches the bedroom. You quickly pretend to nap before he arrives (you adore him, but now is not the time for cuddles and yelling). Chen admires your peaceful face before flinging himself on top of you. You groan out in annoyance and pain, “Chen, please let me be alone for a minute.” He fakes contemplation and then replies, “Nope, not gonna happen.” He cuddles you close to him and talks about his day amid your constant protests. He’s lucky you love him because you would’ve lunged at him way sooner.

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol is your #1 supporter when you try bold fashion statements or have an impending deadline at work. That is why you feel guilty when you don’t show him much affection. Sometimes you wonder if he’s better off with someone else. He comforts you and reassures that you’re perfect exactly how you are and don’t need to change how you express yourself. “I’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable in the relationship. Your presence alone shows you care about me and stand by my side on good and bad days.”

Kyungsoo:

Kyungsoo considers you his perfect match. He’s not a fan of PDA so he’s relieved that you slightly shun away from showing affection. Everyone has their definitions of affection, but you and Kyungsoo have your own love language. It is shown in the nights he comes home late to a slice of cake waiting for him on the table. Or when you’re sleeping on top of your desk with books sprawled everywhere and he carries you off to bed. You don’t need cuddles, kisses, or “I love you”s to show you care about each other.

Kai:

Kai is completely smitten with you. To others, they see a warm, open guy and notice you are the complete opposite of that. Kai can tell you’re anxious whenever you go out because people tend to stare and wonder how you two got into a relationship. He reminds you to ignore the stares and opinions of others because he knows who you truly are and that’s all that matters in the end. You’re both taking a daily stroll around the neighborhood when he notices your favorite street vendor up ahead. He runs over to buy your favorite food to cheer you up.

Sehun:

It is confirmed that Sehun is a big baby but denies it every time. You’re staying over his place and get ready for bed in the guest bedroom because you enjoy spreading out your body on the whole mattress. You’re settling into the covers when your phone blinks with a text. Sehun asks you to join him in bed because he can’t sleep alone. You roll your eyes and remind him of the last time you shared the bed. He abruptly gets out of bed and stalks to your room scoffing, “I kicked you off the bed one time! I said I’m sorry! It’s not my fault I was having a nightmare.” You glare at the memory but slightly soften your demeanor when you see Sehun slump his shoulders and start walking out the doorway. You sigh loudly, “Wait wait wait. I’m coming, you big baby. Make room for me or I’ll kick you off the bed this time.”

[sweetlysilent]

Drunk!Peter.. (Headcanon)

Was Requested by @thebrilliantbean

OHMIGOSH Sweetly hun, you gotta do a Drunk!Peter story (doesn’t matter if it’s a one-shot or not) with possibly the other avengers!!! (I know you’re not taking requests, but I just thought that this would be fun to write after you finished Undercover Pt. 2.)

Side Note: ohmygosh I am sososo sorry that this has taken me so long to write, I really hope that this does justice to how long this has taken me to upload. Also, Thor is currently blasting up the sky atm and I can’t sleep bc my room is lighting up like crazy and the thunder is hella loud lol. we love thor.:)))))

P.S. I apologize in advance, this might suck bc I haven’t written a headcanon in so long, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it!!

- oKAY lets be real when peter got invited to one of Mr. Starks parties he was shook

- “Mr. Stark are you serious??? I can come???” Peter would question once more, unsure if he heard Tony correctly.

- “Yeah, of course kid!” Tony would grin, patting Peter’s shoulder before heading off with Happy to do who knows what.

- but we all know he really went off to go plan the party that was happening in less than 24 hours lmao

- peter would stand there with the dumbest smile on his face as if he had just won the lottery

- to him this basically was the lottery tho??

- he’d instantly rush home, texting you about how he got invited to the biggest party of the year, and that he wanted you to tag along with him

- i mean you weren’t going to say no lmao lets be real

- the biggest party of the year

- AND to be going with PETER

- we love young love, yes we do

- peter would be getting ready, dancing away in excitement in front of his mirror

- what a NERD

- eventually May had to come in and help him find an outfit bc lets be real, she slays with fashion amirite???

- also how does this boy not know how to put on cologne properly??

- vv concerned about that ngl, poor child literally sprayed it in his face

- once he was finally ready, Aunt May drove him to your apartment, picking you up also before heading off to Tony’s house

- you and peter were both excited, mainly bc yall had never really been to a real party before besides Liz’s

- “Alright guys, we’re here! Have fun you two! But not too much fun!” May shouted out the car window as you both laughed, waving goodbye as she drove off.

- you both excitedly walked into the house, people everywhere, laughing, having a good time, music blaring throughout the whole house

- peter hesitantly grabbed your hand, causing both his and yours faces to turn a shade of pink

- CUTIES

- you’d both walk over to the snacks/drinks area, getting a plate and a few different foods to eat

- peter on the other hand is searching around the house for Tony, before he finally sees him talking with Steve

- he tells you that he’ll be right back, before rushing over to Tony, who lights up a bit when he sees Peter

- “Kid! You made it! Wasn’t sure Aunt May was going to let you out past your bed time.” Tony teased, causing Peter to roll his eyes in response, letting out a sarcastic laugh as Steve chuckled

- “Nice to see you again Parker.” Steve grinned, placing his hand out for Peter to shake, which he did without hesitation, a smile on his face

- the last time Peter saw Steve they weren’t on the best terms, basically all the avengers were fighting each other

- but everything is better now bc the squad can’t be broken up forever

- AVENGERS FOREVER

- peter would then go back over to you, where you were currently stuffing your face with food bc it was aMAZING

- “You look like a chipmunk Y/N.” Peter would tease you, causing you to cover your face, a laugh escaping your lips, making Peter smile

- he loved making you laugh

- it was one of his favorite things

- but he was too shy to admit that to you tho smh

- as Peter glanced around at the people in the room, he spotted Thor and a few other avengers

- deciding he should mingle a bit, and with you giving him the nod to do so, he went off

- note to self, he should of stayed with you

- who knew Thor would challenge him to a drinking contest

- those damn Asgardians

- peter got drunk hella quick

- “I am Thor!!!!” Peter would shout, swinging around a hammer like utensil, making a few people chuckle, and Thor to roll his eyes in amusement.

- the second you saw Peter and how wasted he was you knew you needed to get him

- “Peter, hey bud, how about you sit down for a bit, drinks some water yeah?” You smiled, as Peter stumbled over to an empty couch.

- “Y/N, I have to tell you a secret, nobody but Ned and Y/N know this, but..”

- …

- “What Peter?” You’d laugh, seeing him zone out for a split second, then blinking a few times, coming back into reality.

- “I’m Spider-Man!”

- you’d let out a snort, watching as Peter would place a finger up to his lips making a ‘shhhh’ sound

- peter was one of those kind of drunks

- where they acted super stupid, but also super lovey and affectionate

- you however found it hysterical

- “Y/N did I ever tell you how much I like you?”

- “Peter I think you should stop before you say too much, you’re so drunk right now.”

- “But Y/NNNNNN!!!” Peter would whine, making you smile.

- “Peterrrrrrr.” You’d reply back, watching a smile form on his lips, his eyes lazily gazing up at yours.

- he’d reach for your hand, which you’d let him have, watching as he’d play with your fingers

- “Today I became Thor, but I wasn’t able to make lightning appear, how lame.” Peter complained, making you laugh as he continued to rant.

- “I wonder what it’s like to be Captain America, like you’re a captain… OF ALL OF AMERICA!” Peter would exclaim, his eyes wide as you bit your lip to hold back from laughing.

- being with drunk Peter and the avengers lead to the most amazing conversations

- “If I was Iron Man I’d fly around the whole world, and be like 'sup everyone I’m Iron Man, no sir, I’m not made of Iron, but if I was that’d be AWESOME.” Peter grinned, as he let out a chuckle, as you continued to laugh at his behavior.

- you both spent the next few hours in the same spot, trying to give Peter a chance to sober up before his Aunt came back

- peter spent the entire time talking about the avengers and how cool it’d be to be them and have their powers

- he’d then remember he had powers too

- he’d try to fling a web, but he’d miss and end up face planting on the ground

- needless to say, he was still vv drunk

- again, thank you Thor -.-

- you were only slightly buzzed which you were grateful for bc you had to take care of Peter and he was a handful

- a few more hours would pass and the party would be over, Peter still being hella drunk

- you couldn’t wait to see Aunt Mays reaction

- as you both were leaving the house, saying goodbye to Tony on the way out, who was chuckling at how trashed Peter was

- “Can you keep a secret?”

- “Of course Peter.”

- “I like Y/N.”

- you’d stop walking, your head turning to face him as he’d blink a few times, still believing they were moving when they actually weren’t

- everything was S P I N N I N G for him

- “Well you want to know a secret too?”

- “Y/N likes you too.”

- peter’s eyes would widen, a smile forming on his lips at the new information

- you’d let out a chuckle, seeing May’s headlights approaching, dragging Peter down the driveway

- May would give you a look before taking one glance at Peter, a laugh escaping her mouth as he got into the back seat

- “We’re so having a conversation about this tomorrow morning mister.” May would shake her head, as you sat next to him.

- Aunt May is the best tho amirite??

- she’d drop you back off at your apartment, before heading back to their own

- she’d help Peter into bed, giving him some water and asprin before shutting the light off to his room

- you on the other hand grabbed your phone, sending a quick text to him

- “Pretty sure you won’t remember this, but this text is to remind you that you confessed your feelings to me, and before you panic, I feel the same way about you dork. Hope you sleep well xx”

- you’d bit your lip, a smile on your face as you’d send the message

- needless to say Peter wasn’t expecting that message when he woke up the next morning

- and as much as he wanted to be upset about confessing his feelings towards you, he couldn’t be, because you liked him back, and that’s all that mattered

- who knew it would take him getting drunk enough to pretend to be other avengers and to confess his feelings to you

- “So, Peter, you want to tell me what happened last night?”

- “Where do I begin?” He’d groan, flopping backwards onto his bed, he barely remembered last night.

- curse that Asgardian Thor

Peter + Drunk = Him Confessing His Feelings to You & Pretending to Be Every Avenger lol

[lhugbereth]

Prompto has trouble initiating enough lift for a certain move. His coach (Cor??) has him practice it often despite this to try and get Prompto up to a score level worthy of Gold. One time Prompto lands hard enough he twists his ankle. Gladio spoils his ice prince. Carries Prompto up any stairs to and from the car and even with people take pictures Gladio doesn't care. He's in love and the world can go fuck themselves. S/P-anon :)

Not gonna lie, S/P Anon - Cor as Prompto’s coach is absolutely brilliant. I can easily picture Cor out on the ice, arms crossed and body rigid, face turned down in a frown as he critiques Prompto’s moves. And of course he would be someone Prompto would aspire to impress. Maybe he was even once a world-champion figure skater, called “the Immortal” because no one could knock him down from first place…. He merely retired when he got bored with being number 1. Lol anyway!! I passed on the “even with cameras around them” part because I’ve got other plans for that, but I tried to compensate. Prepare for the smutiest skater AU Promptio yet!!

NSFW-ish under the cut! v v v 

- Cor sighs, his frown deepening as he watches Prompto try the jump again. And again, And again. He never quite falls, but his landings are clumsy, hard. He’s clearly getting increasingly frustrated as he once more zooms across the ice, turns into the jump...and yet again misses that fourth spin by a hair. “Enough, Prompto. You’re tired.”

- “I’m fine! Almost had it that time!” He flashes a smile that Cor knows he isn’t feeling. Nothing hurts Prompto more than his own failures. So he tries again. And again. And again. Cor is done. He’s going home. “Wait! Just one more time!” Cor tries to warn him, but it’s too late. Prompto’s cheeks are flushed and he’s sweating hard. When he starts to spin, he turns too hard in frustration, foregoes his landing in favor of that one, last turn….

- ...And comes down hard enough that Cor hears it.

- Prompto never screams. He’s used to injuries, even if his ankle has never quite been at that angle before, and...it’s okay. He’s fine. He just needs to….

- OWFUCKINGSHITOWWWWGODDAMMIT

- Okay. Standing up, bad plan. Cor ends up driving him to the hospital, where he’s poked and prodded and x-rayed, and finally splinted and given a pair of crutches. The ONLY silver lining is that he doesn’t have any major competitions for the next months, and he’ll only have to sit out of a few local events. He doesn’t tell Cor, of course, but he’s more concerned about missing his daily training sessions with Gladio…. Even if half of those mornings have started out with exercise not at the rink, but in Gladio’s bed.

- At least they can still do that, right?  

- He texts his boyfriend (he’s pretty sure that’s what Gladio is, even though they haven’t officially labeled this...thing they have). Gladio immediately rushes to the hospital to pick him up. Meeting Cor goes…about as well as he would have imagined. The coach eyes him from head to toe and very reluctantly allows Prompto to go home with him. It helps a little when he sees Gladio lift Prompto up and set him delicately in the seat of his truck. At least he knows how to be a gentleman.

- Despite Prom insisting that he’s fine, Gladio pampers him for the next two weeks. Even little things that Prompto really could do by himself, like fold laundry or take a bath, Gladio is right there to be his hands. It’s nice, in a way, especially with all the extra massages and kisses he’s getting. Also, Gladio’s lap makes a great foot pillow.

- And except for when Gladio has practice or his own games, he spends almost all of his time at Prom’s apartment, day and night. Prompto’s bed is a little smaller than what he’s used to, but he doesn’t really mind when it means they get sleep so close together. He makes sure Prompto is comfortable before settling down behind him, kisses his neck and promises him they’ll be back out on the ice together in no time.

- The inactivity is killing him, though. Prompto is used to a hard schedule, long hours of training and running and putting his muscles to work, and now he...can’t. When Gladio’s not there, he lifts weights, does crunches, anything he can to keep moving. It’s not enough. So by the time Gladio gets back from the rink and showers, Prompto all but jumping him. His sex drive is through the roof, pulling Gladio into heated make-out sessions anywhere and everywhere in his apartment. By the end of the first week they’ve fucked on the bed, the sofa, the floor, the kitchen counter, the coffee table, the bathtub, once on the balcony (it was late and they were mostly quiet), and even against the washing machine while it was running.

- For his part, Gladio is more than happy to help Prompto burn off the excess energy.

- He’s such a selfless guy.  

- Cor drops by to visit from time to time. He usually calls first, and Gladio knows to make himself scarce while Prom’s coach is around. Almost like they’re two teenagers (they’re aren’t) hiding from an overprotective father (Cor isn’t), and it’s thrilling in its own way. And Cor always brings food, which is a plus.

- But, like all teenagers, they eventually get caught. It’s not pretty. Cor walks in to see Gladio’s bare, tattooed backside hovering over the arm of the sofa, Prompto’s pale ankles (one of which is still splinted) on his shoulders and a whole lot of noises he wasn’t prepared for.

- His fucking aura flickers.

- Prompto knows.

- They are at least given some privacy to untangle themselves before facing his wrath. Gladio looks like a hockey player who’s just been cockblocked (he is) and Prompto looks absolutely mortified (yep). Cor demands to know why he isn’t resting, why he’s risking injuring himself further. Is he really going to throw his career away for a fling? 

- Prompto pouts. Gladio isn’t a “fling,” and he’s been more supportive than anyone else since his injury! Besides, who he loves isn’t any of Cor’s business, anyway. He has no intention to stop skating or to stop seeing Gladio, end of story.

- Gladio follows eloquently by flipping Cor the finger. Which, in hindsight, is probably the closest he’s ever come to actually dying, but. Worth it.

- Cor leaves, skeptical, and Gladio carries Prompto back to bed to finish what they started.

- By the time Prompto is fully healed and ready to skate again, Cor is ready to offer an apology. They drop the subject after that. Prompto is happy to be back on the ice, even if he’s still got a bit of catching up to do. And Cor has learned his lesson about walking into apartments unannounced.