where are you going dork

12. Eating fruit/ice cream suggestively (from this list)

a sequel to the heatwave fic, as requested by @chalkboardwallfeelings

this got more nsfw than i intended, whoops ^^;;

The heatwave hadn’t let up in the slightest by the time their next scheduled patrol rolled around.

“At this rate we might actually get an akuma that turns off the sun,” Ladybug groaned, unsticking her sweaty bangs from her flushed forehead as they walked down the street, newly obtained ice cream pops in hand.

Chat tore his eyes away from the oddly fascinating sight and contemplated his ice cream pop. “Do you think we could somehow get an ice cream akuma? That, like, flings ice cream at people? That would be awesome.”

(They hadn’t talked it out so much as they’d just sort of looked at each other and come to the mutual, unspoken agreement that it was much too hot to be jumping around Paris, and that they could patrol the local marketplace on foot instead. That the market place was clear of people because everyone sane was avoiding the heat also went unremarked.)

“That… sounds kinda icky,” said Ladybug, plastic crackling as she ripped the wrapper off her own treat. “And sticky. And slippery. And—”

“I get it already,” Chat sighed, and bit off a corner of his chocolate-and-nut-covered bar. It was blessedly, blessedly refreshing. Chewing the salty-bitter-sweet coating and swallowing, he added, “But it’d be cold.”

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So this is just a short little thing that I made because @anxietyandlogic asked for it to be written. (I made it slightly Prinxiety sorrrryyyy)

Warning: bullying, teasing, amnesia, swearing (once), slurs… if I don’t think of it and you see it please tell me.

Junior High

“Awwwwwww, look at the little gay boy.”
“What is wrong with him?”
“Attention whore… maybe just a whore”
“Loser” “dork” “he should fucking just leave no one likes him”

The whispered words.

They hurt him.

Thomas stayed happy.

Anxiety stayed in his room.


“Anx! Anx!” Roman yelled. “Where’d you go dork?”

“I’m in here Roman,” he mumbled back.

“Anxiety?!?!” Roman yelled. “Logic made dinner, come eat!!”

“I’d rather stay in my room,” Anx mumbled again. He knows the Prince can’t hear him, but that’s okay.

“Ann,” the Royal persona burst into the younger’s room. “Come on love, time to eat, you’ve been doing better.”

“Woah,” Ann freaked out. What happened to Prince, when did he get so… old?

“What’s up buttercup? Come here and tell your best friend.” Roman smiled and opened his arms. He expected a hug. Oh god. What happened to him. No one ever talked to him.

“I’d rather not,” Anx muttered.

“What was that?” Princey asked, moving closer.

“Get away from me,” Anx yelled
and Prince flinched. He hadn’t heard that level of hatred of his favorite mate in a long time.

“Alright Ann,” he said and got up to go to get food with the others.

“Where’s Anx?” Logan asked.

“He wouldn’t leave his room. Like I haven’t ever seen him this bad.” Roman said. This worried the other two.

“But you’re the only one he tells things to,” Morgan groaned.

“I know. I’ve been working on his trust ever since, what, Thomas was in high school? When he stopped getting bullied and Ann finally came out of his room more?”

“Maybe he is just in a mood, you know he gets those every now and then,” Logic reasoned.

“Maybe, or something worse is wrong here. It just feels weird, even in a mood, he lets me talk to him.” Prince furrowed
his eyebrows and mumbled to himself, walking back towards the Dark traits room.

Anxiety heard the footsteps and grumbled. No one ever bothered him before.

“Anx,” Roman called out. “Anx, how old are we?”

“14 dumbass,” he yelled back, annoyed that the elderly Prince couldn’t figure that out for himself. “And we’re gonna be late for school.”

Roman groaned. “Sorry, we will make sure everything runs smoothly.”

He runs back to the common area. “Amnesia. Anx thinks we are 14 and still in,” he shuddered, “middle school.”

It wasn’t a good time for any of them.

It was days before Anxiety regained his memory and in those days, the traits learned just how much the bullying and teasing had messed with Anx. They told him Thomas was sick and couldn’t make it out of bed, that he was staying home, in hopes that he would leave the bed that he stayed in. The only time he ever wandered out was to yell at them for not getting Thomas up on time, and then slowly sinking back when they said he was still sick.

In these days, the bags under his eyes grew bigger and darker, the boy didn’t sleep. He got slightly thinner, the product of not eating. Paler, he was always in the dark.

The day the facet left his room, got a bowl of cereal and sat on the couch, hap-hazardously balancing his laptop, his bowl, and stealing the remote, was the day Prince kissed him.

“I missed you,” the Royal trait gushed. He turned red, realizing what he had done. Anxiety took the lap top, cereal, and remote off his laptop and set them, slowly on the table in front of him.

“You are so dead,” he growled.

“I didn’t mean to,” Prince cowered.

“Why didn’t you do that sooner, because I’m definitely snapped out of everything now, why would you leave me like that?!”

And from that day forward, whenever something ailed Anx, Prince was there with a kiss. Even if it was just a lack of the Prince’s lips on his own.



dating T.O.P would include
  • “You like?”
  • going through his Instagram while he was on tour because oh my god why am i dating this dork
  • seeing that jawline and like oh that’s why i’m dating this dork
  • “Where do you want to go for your birthday? I’m taking you to the modern art museum but you can still tell me where you want to go.”
  • “Hey, lets take a picture together.”
  • “Sure.”
  • “What are you doing?”
  • “Smiling.”
  • “LOL no sweetie just do what i do.”
  • dumb looking selfies that make the two of you look crazy but you secretly love seeing
  • wondering if someone anyone can tell you what else he likes because you want to buy him things for his birthday but no way you’re buying him a chair
  • no
  • no
  • no
  • ending up buying a chair, him loving it, and taking thousands of pictures every time he misses you
  • “Hey, can we buy a couch?”
  • “No. Chairs only.”
  • “Please???”
  • “No.”
selcouth (fluff)

TITLE: selcouth (adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous 

MEMBER/GROUP: Jeon Jungkook // BTS

GENRE: fluff

INSPIRATION(S): Have to credit 5SOS today! Specifically, “Long Way Home”, “Never Be”, “Jet Black Heart” and most importantly, “San Francisco”. There isn’t a single song I don’t like in both albums. 

SUMMARY: “We agreed,” he laughed, “that we would never work out. I know we did. We both want our dreams more than anything else.” He leaned in once again. “But now I want you too. A lot more than I did when I was thirteen.” 

MENTION(S): @missikowoman Hello! I hope you like this, I’m sorry I took so long! 

Your name: submit What is this?

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“JEON JUNGKOOK,” you yelled, glaring at your best friend. “If we arrive late, I’m going to kick your ass to next Tuesday!” 

“Relax,” he grinned. “We’ll make it.” His foot fell hard on the accelerator, forcing the car to lurch forward as you screamed. You zoomed past the flashing light just as it flicked upwards to red, your heart rising to your throat. It was only when he pulled in to park that you smacked him on the arm, hard

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Dating T.O.P would include
  • “You like?”
  • going through his Instagram while he was on tour because oh my god why am i dating this dork
  • seeing that jawline and like oh that’s why i’m dating this dork
  • “Where do you want to go for your birthday? I’m taking you to the modern art museum but you can still tell me where you want to go.”
  • “Hey, lets take a picture together.”
  • “Sure.”
  • “What are you doing?”
  • “Smiling.”
  • “LOL no sweetie just do what i do.”
  • dumb looking selfies that make the two of you look crazy but you secretly love seeing
  • wondering if someone anyone can tell you what else he likes because you want to buy him things for his birthday but no way you’re buying him a chair
  • no
  • no
  • no
  • ending up buying a chair, him loving it, and taking thousands of pictures every time he misses you
  • “Hey, can we buy a couch?”
  • “No. Chairs only.”
  • “Please???”
  • “No.”
Just Friends

Genre: fluff with a bit of angst. Smut in later parts.

Best friends. That’s what you were. It’s what you have been ever since the day you met.

He all but ran into you one day in a desperate attempt to escape saesang fans. Being the kind person you were, you offered him a hiding place within the cafe you worked at, for the rest of your shift anyway.

Once you had punched out and hung up your apron, he came out from behind the counter along with you. He was more than grateful for your help, and he had offered to make it up to you one day.

You didn’t think he would even remember your name after he walked out the door, but sure enough, the next day he came back and gave you a gift you would never forget.

“Yah Byun Baekhyun, stop tormenting D.O. And sit down so the coordi noona can finish your makeup.”

“Neeee” he laughed in reply.

He was contemplating whether or not to continue teasing his band mate, but decided better of it when he saw the disapproving look on your face. So with reluctant steps he made his way back to the chair so his makeup could be done for their latest album shoot. The coordi noona bowed her head in thanks.

You smiled in response.

“So ____________” Chen began, making his way to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders, “when are you going to stop being baekhyun’s friend, and start dating him.” He concluded with a greasy smile.

You threw his arm off you and light hit his arm. “Never! We’re just friends.”

This earned small laughs from the group and a few comments about how you were lying. It was all in gone is fun though. You laughed along with them.

But what you didn’t notice was that not everyone thought it was funny. As the room carried on giggling, baekhyun sank lower in his chair, careful not to let you see his frown.

As the boys began the shoot, you stood alongside the photographer and coordi noonas, admiring the shots and helping out where you could. It still amazed you how they could go from absolute dorks to brooding casanovas in a matter of seconds.

It used to give you major feels, but over the course of your friendship with baekhyun you had grown used to it. They were all like brothers to you, especially baekhyun.

As you stood watching baekhyun take his solo shots, you couldn’t help but feel not only blessed, but proud. Blessed to be able to call him your best friend, and have him call you it back. And proud because he grew more and more with each album they produced. He was always working harder to improve, it gave you a sense of admiration for him.

From behind the camera you continued to watch him work. He caught your gaze and sent a signature wink your way. The coordi noonas began blushing and whispering amongst themselves. It didn’t phase you one bit though, because after all, you were just friends.

After the shoot had finished, Baekhyun offered to drive you home. Of course you accepted, it was a tradition of yours. Anytime you spent the day with him as he went about his schedule, he would take you home after, just so he knew you got there safely.

“So what did you think of the shoot? Did you like the sexy concept?” He asked, briefly smiling in your direction before returning his eyes to the road.

“Baek, no offense but I can’t find you sexy.” You began, stifling a laugh, “You are too much of a brother to me.”

While you were looking out the window, he let his smile falter just briefly. As much as he didn’t want it to, your comment hurt. But he would never let you know that, he didn’t want to lose your friendship, or worse, he didn’t want to lose you.

He didn’t want to lose the crazy girl he met one day at a cafe while running from even crazier fans. He didn’t want to lose the girl that offered him refuge behind the counter where the spare coffee cups and kids were stored. He didn’t want to lose the girl who wore a smile even though she clearly hated her job.

The same girl who he had thanked profusely at the end of her shift, only so he could return the next day and offer her a job within his entertainment company. Of course you accepted. And you had been best friends ever since. Before he knew it, he was pulling up in front of your house.

The rides seemed shorter and shorter every time, but he was grateful just to spend the time with you. As per usual, he got out of the car first, then went around to open the door for you. It was a routine you guys had. Of course you protested it when you first began hanging out, but after a few times you began to accept it.

After the door was opened, you began making your way to the door. He joined you of course, it was part of your tradition. “Well it looks like we’re at the door, see you at work tomorrow Baek.” You yawned, raising your arms over your head and trying to stretch your sleepiness away.

Baekhyun’s heart fluttered. He thought you were absolutely beautiful, even though it was the end of a long day. He loved how your ponytail hung lower on the back of your head than it did in the morning, and how there were stray hairs poking out. He loved your eyes looked tired, but still held their sparkle.

But most of all, he loved you. And in this moment, standing with you on your front porch, he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and kiss you the way he had alway imagined he would when he got the courage too, but instead he lightly ruffled your hair and bid you goodnight. As much as he wanted to confess to you, he probably never would.

After all, you were just friends.

Admin Sara A/N: hi everybody! Have you all started school again? Today was my first day back T.T so here is a baekhyun fic to hopefully make your day better. Let me know if you liked it and want me to continue ^.^ feedback is always appreciated.

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You were walking along in New York, when suddenly you hit something and fell down. You hissed in pain as you hit the cement, you were pretty sure your hand was scraped.

“I’m really sorry about that. Here, let me help,” the person you bumped into said, reaching a hand down to help you up. Thankfully, you were able to grab his hand with the hand that didn’t hit the pavement too hard. You did, and he pulled you back up to your feet.

“Thanks. And I’m sorry, too,” you replied, finally getting a good look at the guy. He seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place where. “You seem vaguely familiar.”

He had an amused smile at your comment. “I thought I was more famous than ‘vaguely familiar,’” he joked. “Especially after Divergent and all.” He looked to you with a cheeky smile, waiting to see your reaction.

“Wait,” you said. You saw Divergent, but only once, when it was still in theaters. “Miles Teller!” You forgot the name of his Divergent character, but you’ve heard Miles Teller around a lot lately, between Divergent and the Fantastic Four reboot.

“That would be me,” Miles replied, finally letting go of your hand. You hadn’t realized he was still holding on.

“Any way I can make up for the fact I was a total dork and not watching where I was going?” you asked.

“Well, I wasn’t watching where I was going either, so we both owe each other,” Miles admitted. “So how about this: you make up for it for me by having lunch with me at my favorite pizza place, and I make it up to you by paying for it.”

“Okay, that’s hardly fair. I’d only be doing something for you that I’d do anyways,” you pointed out.

“Same here,” Miles retorted. “Come on, let’s get there before the rush. And you might ant to clean up your hand when we get there.” He gestured to your hurt hand. “Mind if I hold your hand so we don’t get separated in this crowd? Since we don’t have each other’s numbers. Yet.”

“No, I don’t mind. Just not the hand that’s bleeding.”

Miles let out a small laugh. “Of course not,” he said, taking your non-hurt hand again in his, before leading you off to the restaurant.


Jake and Harriett’s Day of Fun Part 545893754: Rise of the Return of the Fun


JCW - Healer Fanmeeting in Beijing [2015.04.30]


**Crowley Imagine bc its Marks birthday 💕🎉** “Crowley I don’t think this fits me, I look huge.” you whined, walking down the hall into your best friend Crowley’s room to show him your new dress. “You look marvelous darling, this pleases me.” He said, shooting you a wink. “It touches me right where my bathin suit goes” “shut up dork, and let’s go.” You joked, playfully punching him in the shoulder and walking out the door, arm in arm.

Wrong Room part 2

So so sorry this took so long to get out, but I fell out of love with writing for a while and the original version of this was awful. Not that this is good. It’s 5am and I just spent the past hour and a half writing this so it’s crap and I’m sorry

Part One


It had been 5 years since that night that Luke had walked into her room. Neither of them could have predicted where their lives would take them after that night, but they’d stuck together through it all.

Luke had dropped out of University during his third year when the band had been signed. Y/N stayed to finish her degree. To start with it had been hard for them to be apart. They’d spent the best part of three years living with each other. Not going a day without seeing each other, but when he got signed it would sometimes be months without seeing each other. Y/N, especially, had struggled with the separation, but now Luke had time off and it was their anniversary.

“Are you going to tell me what we are doing today?” Y/N asked as they rolled out of bed. It was midday and they’d spent the morning in bed together. Luke had made her breakfast and they’d enjoyed eating it off of each other’s bodies, but now it was time for them to get up and get dressed.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. Luke wasn’t really one for making plans. He knew he had an idea of what he wanted to do, but he had to wait for the text to come through confirming. He preferred to be spontaneous. Just like he had the first night they met. He knew how magical that night had been and all he wanted was for tonight to match up to it.

Y/N had spent weeks trying to work out what he was planning, but that was the thing with Luke’s half plans. She could never guess what they were, because even when she thought she knew what was going to happen he would throw her a curve ball and then everything would change at the last minute.

“You’re telling me you have nothing planned for our anniversary?” She huffed. She knew that whatever they did tonight would be perfect, because no matter what happened she knew Luke would make sure of that.

“Sometimes the best nights are the ones that are unplanned.” He winked, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“And sometimes you don’t get any on your anniversary because you let your girlfriend down.” She joked.

“Well, that’s too late isn’t it?” He winked and indicated to the crumpled bed sheets.

He was about to say something else when his phone began to vibrate. “We’re on.” Was all it read, but it was all it needed to say. A smile spread across Luke’s face. Tonight was going to be perfect.

“Get ready; we’re going for a walk.” He smiled, leaving Y/N to finish getting ready. He had a few hours to kill before his plan could be carried out. He began to make a picnic for the pair of them. What was more romantic than a picnic in the park? He thought to himself as he made her favourite sandwiches.

“I’m ready.” Y/N beamed as she made her way downstairs. Luke’s jaw dropped as he saw her. She was stunning. It wasn’t even like she was dressed particularly nice. She was just wearing her favourite jeans and one of his flannels, but looking at her made him fall in love with her all over again.

“I love you.” He smiled, pulling her into him, kissing her deeply. He felt her smile into the kiss and he smiled back.

“I love you too, dork. Where are we going?” She asked, eyeing the picnic basket on the kitchen table.

“Just for a picnic and a walk in the park. I need to kill a few hours.” He admitted and she frowned. What was he planning?

“Hmm, you finally decided what we’re doing tonight?”

“Maybe.” He grinned. He knew she hated it when he avoided the question, but that only made it more fun for him. She huffed and folded her arms over her chest in a pout, but it only made Luke laugh more. “Come on.” He gestured towards the door.

She followed him out the house and down the street to the local park. He set up the picnic and they sat down to eat.

“I can’t believe it’s been 5 years since I walked into your room that night.” He smiled as he tucked into the food.

“I can’t believe it’s been 5 years since I let a strange, drunk man walk into my room, and even worse I then followed him up to a roof. What an earth was I thinking?” She joked. “Worst decision of my life!”

“Now I know that’s a lie. Remember that time you moved in with the same idiot? Or even worse the time you introduced him to your parents and he spilled red wine all over your dad’s shirt and then admitted to exactly how they met?” Y/N and Luke both cringed at the memory. Y/N’s dad had flown off the handle. Ranting about how he thought he’d raised her better and how Luke would never be good enough for his daughter. Things had gotten better in the 5 years since their first meeting, but her dad was still always sceptical of Luke.

“Oh God, I try not to remember that thanks.” She laughed. “I just can’t believe it’s been 5 years. It feels like 5 minutes.”

“More like 5 seconds. I was so excited that I didn’t even wait the standard 2 days to contact you.” He laughed.

“No, you turned up at my room 10 hours later and took me out for dinner. You were a charmer. I could never say no to you. I still can’t say no to you.” She smirked. He had her wrapped around his little finger.

“Glad to hear that.” He smirked back and she looked at him in confusion, but he just shrugged.

The pair finished their lunch and went for a walk. It was nice to just be able to be together. It had been so long since they had just been able to go for a walk without being stopped by hordes of teenage girls. It was a school day though, and they’d found a quiet route through the woods where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Eventually it was time for Luke’s plan to actually take off. So, they walked back to the house where they dropped off the picnic basket and got into the car. Y/N considered asking where he was taking her one last time, but knew better. When Luke had something planned he never gave it away.

However, it didn’t take long to figure out where they were going. “You’re taking me to see Green Day?” She squealed as they pulled up in the stadium parking lot.

“I am?” He joked.

The smile on her face grew. She’d been dying to see Green Day for as long as she could remember and now it was finally happening. She couldn’t ask for a better present. “Did I tell you that I love you?” She beamed, leaning over the gear stick to kiss Luke passionately on the lips.

“I think you may have mentioned it once or twice.” He smirked as he pulled away. “Come on, or we’re going to be too late to meet them.” He grinned, throwing her another curve ball.

“Are you serious?” She gasped, her jaw dropping.

“Yeah, Billie Joe owed me one.” That was something he’d never thought he’d be able to say, but they’d just taken his sons band on tour with them and Billie had been thankful for it. He’d always been adamant that Joey would make it on his own, and 5 Seconds of Summer, had given them a chance to prove themselves to stadiums full of people.

The pair walked over to the back exit where the security were waiting for them. Luke had to show some ID to get in, but once they did it really hit Y/N that she was about to meet the band that changed her life. They got her to think about important things. They got her thinking about politics. But, more importantly they were one of the main things she and Luke had in common, one of the things that had drawn them together so closely.

“Luke!” Came a familiar voice as the door swung open. Y/N began her palms begin to sweat. “You must be the lucky girl. Happy anniversary.” Billie Joe smiled, pulling her into a hug. Her heart was hammering against her chest and she could see Luke laughing at her.

Eventually she managed to find the words to thank him. They hung around with the band for a while, but it was nearly time for the show to start and Luke wanted to get barrier so they left before the security began to let anyone else in.

“Thank you so much for this.” Y/N said as you walked through the now empty stadium. All the lights were still up and the only people around were the staff. It was a surreal feeling.

“I wasn’t sure it was going to happen until lunch time.” Luke admitted. “I was waiting for a text from Billie confirming it was all okay. I had no clue what I was going to do if this hadn’t come through.” He laughed nervously.

“I like that about you though, and you’d have thought of something. You always do.” She gave him a peck on the cheek.

It wasn’t long till the stadium was filled up and the stands were filled with people. So far no one had noticed Luke, and it was mostly because it was the last place fans would have expected to see him.

It wasn’t until the first act finished that people actually began to notice Luke. It was only a few people, but it was enough that there was a bubble from the crowd. It was at that point that security pulled them over the barrier.

“You can watch from here, but you need to stay out of the way.” The head of security said. Y/N couldn’t help but feel slightly gutted. As nice as it was not having her ribs crushed she wanted the feeling of the atmosphere, but when the band finally came on she completely forgot about that and danced along with Luke, singing at the top of their lungs.

“You guys have been fucking brilliant!” Billie screamed before the last song of the encore. “Okay, well as some of you may have noticed we have a bit of a legend with us tonight. Luke Hemmings ladies and gentlemen!” He called and there was an eruption of cheers from the crowd.

It was then that Luke began pulling on my hand, dragging me up the steps to the stage. “Thanks Billie” He beamed as we walked on stage. She had never felt stage fright before, but then again she’d always expected to be on stage, and never in front of this many people.

“Okay, so he has something he’d like to say.” Billie said, passing Luke the mic.

“Y/N I’d just like to wish  us a happy 5 year anniversary.” He said as he got down on one knee, “And I’d just like to say a few things. The past 5 years have been the best years of my life and most of that is down to you. If it hadn’t been for you pushing us our band wouldn’t be where it is now, and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You bring so much light to my life, and we’ve grown together so much over the past few years. You’ve got me through things I never would have been able to get through before I met you. I never thought I’d be glad to drunkenly stumble into the wrong room, but god I’d do it again a hundred times for you if I had to. I’m sorry, I had this whole speech planned out, but it’s a lot harder with 60,000 people staring at you than I thought it would be, so what I’m really trying to say is; Y/N will you do me the honour of marrying me?” Luke stumbled through the speech clumsily, but Y/N didn’t care.


“Yes. Yes. A million times yes.” She shouted and the crowd erupted into cheers. The band wasted no time in going into their final song ‘Brutal Love’.

“I love you so much.” Luke cried, crashing his lips against hers.

“I love you too. Forever.” She replied, tears streaming down her face.


What it’s Like Dating Steve Rogers


  • You’d meet him when you run into him at the S.H.I.E.L.D base, he’d have just returned from a mission and he bumped into you
  • you apologized profusely, and he thought it was adorable
  • “i mean since it’s technically my fault for bumping into you, how about i take you out as my way of apologizing?”
  • being the traditional man he is, he’d pick you up from your house, showing up 5 minutes early with a bouquet of flowers in hand
  • Steve would take you to a nice restaurant downtown and he’d be such a sweetie the whole night
  • he’d give you his jacket before walking you back to your house at the end of the date, where he’d ask you on another date (and then another and another until he finally asks you to be his girlfriend)
  • continuously referring to you as “my girl,” making you melt each time
  • he’d bring you to training one time and while sparring he’d stop and kiss you before pinning you and saying “i got you there”
  • he’d make it a point to open every single door for you no matter where you’re going because he’s not-so-secretly such a dork 
  • you calling him steven grant rogers when he places things in the extremely high cupboards only he can reach
  • you coming home to him cooking you dinner every night
  • hearing him hum the “captain america” theme song in the shower, you’d burst in and sing along, making him super embarrassed 
  • “babe, just ‘cause i’m almost 100 doesn’t mean i can’t like modern music”
  • “yeah but taylor swift, steve? really?”
  • “what??? she has catchy songs!” 
  • you’d wake up before him and try and sneak out of bed to make breakfast, but he’d tighten his grip around your waist to keep you near him
  • you calling him “captain rogers” when at the S.H.I.E.L.D base, even though everyone knows you two are a thing (and everyone thinks it’s adorable, too)
  • “i’m sorry”
  • you sitting steve down one weekend and just watching all the lord of the rings movies in one sitting
  • steve visits you occasionally and everyone working around you just stops and stares at him bc THE captain america is standing like 5 feet away from their desk
  • he would bring you to all of tony’s lavish parties and you’d bond really well with clint and wanda because they too don’t understand what exactly they’re doing there
  • steve teaching you how to play billiards and you won’t dare tell him, but you already know
  • steve realizing you already knew how to play when you beat him in front of sam and clint 
  • 3 times in a row
  • he’d drag you to drive-in movies bc they always show the classics
  • steve bringing you coffee when you’re reading and filing mission reports at 1am, hugging you from behind telling you to come to bed bc he’s lonely
  • sometimes he’ll feel super out-of-place and sad, and when that happens you know to make him some warm soup and cuddle with him on the couch and just talk about whatever 
  • and then he’d fall asleep listening to you talk with his arms wrapped around you, smiling
  • he’ll ask you “oh gosh, how did i get so lucky” when you wake up, insisting that’s when you’re prettiest
  • damn he’d just be the most cuddly person in the world give me a steve rogers pls