Hookup Culture?

Hookup culture?

Ask your crazy successor to kill me at the premises so I would become a ghost, and then pretend that you haven't planned it while we are having our monthly dinner, talking about how you love me.

James Daddy March, ladies and gentlemen

My underrated favs>>>

All of them are so gorgeous

using c.ai in the morning and James just decided to hit me with this..

Can you make hc’s about the evans with a short reader maybe? Btw i LOVE ur writing! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

𝜗ϱ ┆ HEIGHT DIFFERENCE .ᐟ

── THE EVANs ‧ h e a d c a n o n s ೃ࿐

ft. tate ‧ kit ‧ jimmy ‧ james ‧ kyle ‧ kai ‧ peter ‧ colin

⟣ TAGS ‧ SFW | gn! reader | not proofread

a/n: thx for the request pookie !! enjoy :]

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

finds it super hot and cute when you ‘borrow’ his sweaters, and the way they look oversized on you.

teases you constantly about your height.

would still (more than willingly) be the little spoon.

play fighting.

“love you,” you mumbled, pressing your face into his chest. “what was that?” Tate teased gently, poking your side. “can’t hear you from way up here.” you huffed and looked up at him, your cheeks flushing with a deep blush. “i said, i love—” you could finish, he bent down and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

always the gentleman, he’d put his jacket around your shoulders when you’re cold,  and the two of you laughed at how the garment essentially swallowed you whole.

lifting you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter where you can be eye level. 

Kit is the type of guy who likes to help you out in the kitchen. while he’s not great at cooking, he’s more than willing to help you reach things from the tall cabinets.

you stood on your tiptoes, straining to reach the spice jar on the top shelf. just as you were about to give up and get a chair, Kit walked in. “need a hand?” “yes, please,” you sighed, stepping aside. effortlessly, he reached up and grabbed the jar, handing it to you with a grin. “thanks, Kit. what would I do without you?” he chuckled, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. “probably use a step stool.”

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

has a thing for petite women.

likes to lift you off the ground when you hug / kiss. 

gives you piggyback rides all over camp.

“y’know, i could easily lift you up off the floor while kissing you.” jimmy smiled down at you, his dimples deepening. “excu— jimmy darling what are you doing?!” you giggled as he effortlessly scooped you up, your feet leaving the ground. he kissed you, laughter bubbling between your lips. “told you,”

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

he loves the way his hands engulf yours.

you have to stand on tippy toes and grab him by the lapels, pulling him down to be able to kiss him.

you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up to grab James by the lapels of his impeccably tailored suit. his dark eyes twinkled with amusement as you pulled him down to your level, your heart racing in anticipation. he lowered his head, his brahms accent smooth as glass. “darling. what’s this for?” without a word, you closed the gap between you and kissed him deeply. he reciprocated by resting lightly on your waist, deepening the kiss.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

forehead kisses.

likes to lean down and press his forehead against yours before kissing you.

loves resting his chin on the crown of your head, closing his eyes as he inhaled in the scent of your shampoo.

you hopped up onto the low brick ledge, its height just above your knees and filled with flowers. the ledge stretched alongside the pavement, with vibrant blooms lining the other side.. “easy up there,” Kyle extended his hand to you with a soft smile. you grasped his hand tightly and giggled as you balanced carefully on the narrow ledge. he walked beside you, keeping yours steady. “i’m the same height as you!” you exclaimed happily. your boyfriend laughed, shaking his head.

⟢ franken .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

he is entranced by how tiny you are compared to him.

always gentle with you because he’s afraid of breaking you.

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

absolutely loves it when you have to crane your neck upwards to talk to him. makes him feel powerful.

“i don’t think milk can save that pathetic height of yours.”

lots of manhandling.

here’s a whole headcanon here

he stared you down, lips curled in a condescending smirk. “you know, i should probably put some inches inside you,” before you could react, he grabbed you by the waist and effortlessly threw you over his shoulder. you squealed in surprise, pounding lightly on his back as he laughed, striding towards the bedroom.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

calls you “shorty”.

likes to ruffle your hair.

you have this thing where you run and jump into his arms every time he comes home from a mission.

carrying you on his back and zooming around.

you reached up, trying to grab the jar from Peter’s hand as he held it just out of your reach. his face was lit up with a shit-eating grin, clearly enjoying your frustration. “give that to me, Peter!” you huffed, stretching and jumping slightly. you chuckled, his grin widening. “kiss first,” he said, snickering as he dangled the jar just a little higher. your boyfriend leaned down, his face just inches from yours, and snickered. “kiss first.” with a dramatic sigh, you stood on tiptoe and craned your neck, giving him a quick kiss. only then did he lower the jar, still laughing as you snatched it from his hand.

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

loves being the big spoon.

difficult to take a good selfie when you had to stand up on tippy-toe and the Colin had to bend down very unnaturally.

you were sitting on Colin’s office table when you grabbed him by his belt, pulling him until he was positioned between your legs. breath ghosting his lips, you mumbled, “God, screw you for messing with my head,” a deep blush spreading across his cheeks, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. before he could respond, you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his.

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