-If you’re short》You being teased mercilessly; Picked up at random times; literally being smothered when you hug him ; being called cuTE all tHE tIME; SPINS ALL THE TIME
-If you’re tall》 marvelling at your beautiful long legs; no discrimination YOU’D ALSO BE CALLED CUTE ALL THE TIME; Seriously kookie would marvel at how elegant you looked; him being able to rest hishead on your shoulder,; KOOKIE SAID HE LIKES TALL GIRLS SO~~(i nEeD tO gROw)
- A lot of inside jokes… people just end up thinking you two are dumb beans -
- Dont forget all the meme dances #1 Dance couple
-You guys would probably end up uploading a video with all of your signature meme dances combined
if your not a fan of anime. you soon will be
SEXY TIMES (oH gOD nO)
-You’d probably have to initiate any kind of intimacy
-but once he feels comfortable with you –_-_-_-_-_-_ R.I.P YOU
-sERioUSLy- This boy would be a fuckin incubus once his shyness is gone
-kOoKiE tHe pErvErT iS bOrN
-You’d have to fence him off from you
-He wouldnt really be into public teasing because he’s a really private person
-if he decided to initiate it, he’d be fine
-A WHOLE LOT OF THIGH RIDING
-YOU BETTER WORSHIP THEM THIGHS
-You getting angry when he leaves visble hickeys but him still continuing
-You then plan on getting him back but then realise the massive sHit StOrm it would create so you back down
-instead you hide all his timberlands and replace all his white shirts with brony merch because you believe everyone should love my little pony
- He wouldnt really be into PDA especially in front of the members. it would be too embarrassing for him.. he stiLl sHY and the hyungs have no mercy
☆Overall kookie would be a fun and chill boyfriend, a bit sensitive as long as you’re okay with dishing out hugs and affirmations then there should be no problem☆
Summary: A narrative that explores how Steve copes after your tragic death.
notes: implied character death (reader), a failed attempt at writing sad things
A/N:thank you to @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-reading this mess. i adore you, and god rest this old bitch’s soul.
One week has passed since you left New York for a month-long guest curatorship in Germany. Before leaving, you kissed Steve goodbye and promised to return in one piece.
One week has passed since HYDRA agents infiltrated the museum. They put the entire museum on lockdown, claiming it had World War II documents that were essential to the HYDRA agenda. Even the Avengers wouldn’t stop their mission to obtain these documents, they declared.
One week has passed since a certain HYDRA agent recognized your face from a tabloid, the headline screaming “Captain America Finally Finds Love!” He also deduced your title as one of the United States’ leading experts on Nazi Germany. It was the perfect coincidence.
One week has passed since HYDRA attempted to use you as a bargaining tool. “Give up the documents, and we’ll let you go back to your precious boyfriend,” they said. Much to their surprise, behind your simple dress and ballet flats was a woman not afraid to kick men in the balls, both figuratively and literally. You proceeded to do the latter.
One week has passed since the Avengers compromised the guards and rescued most of the hostages at the museum. Only one remained, but when it became clear that they’re wouldn’t gain access to any of the documents, HYDRA decided to inflict pain in the best way they knew how - by taking away the remaining innocent life.
One week has passed since your tragic death. One week has passed since Steve Rogers buried the love of his life.
this imagine is based off three prompts, “What do you mean you don’t like Disney movies!?”, “Would you like to explain why you showed up at my window covered in blood?”, “What if I told you I was in love with you since we were kids.”.
You leaned against the
ugly bright yellow lockers of Mid-town High. You fooled around on your
phone, as you waited for your best friend Peter Parker. He has been
constantly busy, his main excuse being his stark internship, and you
wanted to spend time together. It’s been ages since the two of you’s
last hung out and it was killing you, you missed your friend.
“Peter!” You called as he came into view with a crowd of students who had just finished their final class of the day.
He accompanied you by the lockers, uttering a simple reply. “Hi, (Y/N).”
“Since you’ve been so
busy recently with, well whatever you’re doing for Tony Stark. I thought
it would be fun to start doing movie night again! It would be a nice
distraction from your hectic life and we’d get to spend more time
together. I was thinking we could start tonight and marathon a couple
Disney movies!” You explained with a cheery smile.
Unlike yourself, Peter was wearing a frown. “Uh, well I don’t really like Disney movies and-
”What do you mean you don’t like Disney movies!?“
You exclaimed. You noticed a few people turn their heads towards you
and Peter and you realized you might said that a little too loud, oops.
Peter shrugged. "They’re not my thing. Also I don’t think I can make it tonight, I have to do the Stark Internship.”
Your smile vanished and
you grew upset. “Oh. Whatever, it was just a stupid idea. Your Stark
Internship is more important anyways. I’ll see you around then Peter.”
The disappointed, hurt
look on your face made Peter feel horrible. He hated seeing you like
this and he hated how he was the one responsible.
Peter landed a punch to
one of the thug’s face, the force had him stumble a few feet backwards,
however he was fighting back with strength in the matter of a minute.
Another one snuck up behind to attack ‘The Spiderman’, only to have
Peter turn around with impressive reflexes and punch him hard in the
gut. He fell clutching his stomach, leaving Peter with time to tie him
in a series of webbing. With only one thug left to worry about, Peter
was assured he’d be done here in no time.
Peter approached the
thug ready to swing a punch, until the thug pulled out a pocket knife
and knocked Peter to the floor. He figured the knife must have slipped
because a small part of his bright red suit tore, revealing a large
bloody gash on his forehead. He sighed, he definitely didn’t need this
cut with the addition of the various others scattered on his body.
Before the thug could
inflict anymore harm Peter sprung up and knocked him out cold. He tied
him up in his famous webbing and left him to lie beside the other
wrapped up thug. He disappeared from the scene, swinging from building
Once he reached the
alley he dumped his bag in, he grabbed it and began swinging to your
house without even bothering to change out of his suit. The sad look on
your face today, and from every other time he bailed on your plans was
haunting him. He felt so horrible for disappointing you constantly. He
decided it was time to finally tell you where he was really running off
Once he reached his
desired destination of your bedroom window he removed his mask and
tapped on the glass loud enough for you to hear.
You jumped up from your
bed where you happened to be reading a book and darted to the window.
Your eyes widened in shock once you saw none other than Peter Parker in a
Spiderman suit, his forehead painted with blood.
You opened the window before speaking. “So, would you like to explain why you showed up at my window covered in blood?”
“Wow, you didn’t even mention the suit.” He joked.
You smiled. “Well sorry for being more worried about the gigantic gash on your forehead.”
“Is it really that bad?” He asked. “Aunt may is going to kill me.”
You laughed. “Come inside.”
Peter entered through
your window and you dashed to your bathroom to grab a first aid kit. You
sat Peter down on your bed and began to wash any blood off his face
before proceeding to clean his cut. There was a comfortable silence, the
only thing audible was both of your breathing.
Once you finished you finally spoke. “You should probably change.”
Peter nodded. “I have a pair of clothes in my bag.”
Peter began changing and you turned away awkwardly. Once he finished you initiated a conversation.
“So, you’re Spiderman.” You said.
“Yep. This is the reason I’ve been so busy recently.”
“That explains so much.
Although, never in a million years would I have thought, my best friend
Peter Parker is The Spiderman.” You smiled. “This is crazy, does your
“No! And it’s important she doesn’t find out.” Peter answered.
“Okay, Okay. Anyways, now that you’re here, how about movie night?”
Peter grinned. “Of course, let’s watch some Disney movies like you suggested earlier.”
Your face lit up. “Really!”
The happy expression on
your face made it impossible not to make Peter smile even more, if even
possible. “Why not. There’s just one thing I want to say before we
“Okay, go ahead.”
“What if I told you I was in love with you since we were kids.”
“What?” You questioned.
“(Y/N), I uh, I’m crazy
about you. I love you so much, and I definitely regret not telling you
earlier.” Peter said with nerves to a high extent. When he looked at
your shocked expression he quickly added. “If you don’t feel the same,
i-it’s okay I understand.”
“Oh my God Peter, this is great! I love you too.” You exclaimed.
Peter regained confidence. “Really?”
“Yes.” You nodded. There was silence to accompany this until Peter spoke.
Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you somehow manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1/2/3/ 4/ 5) Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU Word Count: 7,641
I missed the first day of the campaign so DM wanted to introduce my character( Lizardfolk Beast Rider) to the party. (dragonborn archer, oni fighter, and half-orc paladin) this was my intro.
DM: You see out the window(speaking to the rest of the party) 3 men approaching what appears to be a giant lizard on a horse what do you Do?
Oni: I JUMP OUT THE WINDOW
Oni: rolls a 6 takes 1 damage.
Rest of party takes the stairs.
Snek: Intimidate the thieves (doesn’t speak common) rolls a 25
DM: They are scared shitless but don’t understand you.
Snek: Charge attack a thief gets max damage.
DM: You impale one on your lance. The other 2 now shit themselves, but they still attack you.
Horc: Roll to sense motive.
Snek Ooc: THEY ARE ATTACKING ME WHAT DO YOU THINK THEIR MOTIVE IS.
Snek IC: I do not like Green man.
Green Man would later knock himself out in a critical fail and I would refuse to give him back his weapon til he told me in game that he did it himself.
me on the inside: ON THE OUTSIDE, ALWAYS LOOKING IN.
WILL I EVER BE MORE THAN I’VE ALWAYS BEEN? CAUSE I’M TAP TAP TAPPING ON THE GLASS. I’M WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW. I TRY TO SPEAK,BUT NOBODY CAN HEAR. SO I WAIT AROUND FOR AN ANSWER TO APPEA-
Me, being obsessed with three musicals at once: and all you know about me is my name awesome party im so glad iM WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW I Try to speak but nobody can hEaR so iM HAVING BIG FUN B I G F U N WE’RE UP TIL DAWN HAVING SOME B I G FU N-