and then he can give me a bunch of clothes

got7 as best friends

Mark ; the chill best friend

  • always has your back
  • enjoys listening to you talk about your day or vent about your problems, he just loves being there for you
  • would also be super silly with you though, he’d show you this side to him often
  • always buying you food
  • would be the cutest by always complimenting you and reassuring you whenever you’re stressed
  • demands that you tell him whenever you have a crush on someone so he can see if they’re worthy of you
  • is always hyping you up

Jaebum ; the protective best friend

  • teases you so much, not a day goes by without him teasing you
  • yet he’s super protective and spoils you so much
  • will deadass fight anyone who messes with you without any hesitation
  • “You’re so annoying [Y/N].” “Kiss my ass.”
  • gets really shook whenever you talk back to him or show him sass
  • you two always make faces at each other
  • he always jokes around about how he doesn’t really like you 

Jackson ; the ultimate best friend

  • always reminds anyone in his and your life that he’s your best friend and that you’re his
  • makes super cheesy posts about why he loves you and how he’s so grateful to be your friend
  • is super clingy, always showing his love with hugs
  • you two are those super loud besties that annoy pretty much everyone
  • “Yeah, [Y/N] is MY best friend and I’m THEIR best friend.”
  • texts you every single day
  • buys you a bunch of gifts like matching necklaces, bracelets, clothes, pretty much anything that can show the world that you’re his bestie

Jinyoung ; the wise best friend

  • is always right, you can never win a fight
  • is super petty and sassy with you
  • but boy is he the biggest sweetheart with you though
  • loves looking after you (even if he never admits it) and is there for you no matter what
  • constantly gives you advice and is always there when you’re in need of someone to talk to
  • “No, but for real… I do love you. You mean a lot to me.”
  • you two always hit each other, it’s how you show your love for one another

Youngjae ; the cutie best friend

  • you two go on lots of platonic dates
  • never fails to make you smile with his smile
  • sends you dozens and dozens of photos and videos of coco everyday
  • you take so many pictures of him and he’s always more than happy to pose for them
  • playful teasing with one another is a common ritual 
  • sends you good morning and goodnight texts
  • you two are always smiling and laughing whenever with each other

BamBam ; the best best friend

  • pretty much texts you 24/7
  • always takes pictures of you and always asks you to take pictures of him
  • threatens to beat up guys who have crushes on you but actually teases the hell out of you whenever you’re with another guy
  • you two have photos of each other where you look super ugly or just hilarious and use them as reaction photos
  • “Do you think dogs can understand us? Like really understand?” “GO TO SLEEP BAMBAM.”
  • pretty much lives at your place, he’s always there
  • lots of long deep talks about life

Yugyeom ; the easygoing best friend

  • you two always bribe each other 
  • “What if I buy you a choco shake?” “Dammit, okay I’ll do it.”
  • asks you to record and critique his dancing videos
  • compliments you almost everyday
  • lets you wear his hoodies if you buy him food
  • you two have a habit of smacking, or kicking, each others butts
  • takes you out to eat quite often
Remember the Promise, Carl Grimes.

A/N: I made another one! I hope you guys like it as much as you have the last ones!

Summary: The reader and Carl are in a “no strings attached” kind of relationship that is as complicated as can be. Due to the disapproval of the reader’s mother they’ve been sneaking around for quite some time. Despite efforts to stop it, they both feel it turning into something more.

(Flashbacks in italics)

Word Count: 15,247

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✿ playing V’s route has desperately made me want a childhood friend AU with Jumin/V/MC so please imagine

  • Playing with these two idiot rich boys and taking them to festivals and things, complete with street food, ‘commoner’ activities, and making Jumin win you a goldfish (and then tag-teaming with Jumin to win V a bunch of prizes.) Bonus: both of them holding your HANDS
  • Being invited to dinners with rich boy Jumin, and you feel so out of place in your modest dress that Jumin gets his dad to give him some money so he can buy you nice clothes. This is embarrassing but also you like the prince/princess look.
  • Dragging Jumin and V to go forest exploring with you. They get dirty, but you also find a bunch of super cool stuff in the woods. One of them is an abandoned car just… parked out in the middle of a bunch of trees and V takes a million pictures. You all speculate how it got there.
  • catching fireflies with little jumin and v
  • going to the lake with little jumin and v
  • going to the beach and burying v up to his face in sand
  • Convincing V to enter photo competitions and getting really, really excited when he wins.
  • V shyly taking your picture and then blushing over your smiling face.
  • Watching fireworks with Jumin and V and getting starry eyed over how pretty they are.

Also, custom MC specific:


  • Vega acting like the boy’s bodyguard and getting really, really protective over Jumin when people try to hurt him because of his status.
  • Vega trying to disguise the bruises they get from their dad and Jumin and V slowly starting to realize what’s happening to them at home.
  • Jumin and V trying to rescue Vega but not knowing how to because they’re, like, 10
  • Vega running away from home one day without warning and Jumin and V finding out. They go into the woods in the middle of the night and find Vega in their abandoned car clubhouse, sleeping on the seat. They bring Vega food and blankets and try to convince them to come stay with them, but they refuse, because they don’t want their dad to find them.
  • VEGA BEING A CUTE LITTLE BABY TSUNDERE OVER THEIR FRIENDS and ultimately getting to have a happier life………. ..
  • part-time worker vega who’s trying to make it on their own who sometimes gets jealous of their stupid rich friends before Jumin decides to just pay them to be his bodyguard
  • vega playing guitar for V who is super into it because he loves artsy stuff….
  • vega and v singing together……… 


  • The boys meet Sidhe whose foster-father runs a weird antique/occult store. They come in to visit her all the time to see all of the wacky shit she has and to read old books and go through old photos.
  • They try to convince her to go outside but she’s super, ultra shy and DOESN’T WANT TO because someone might see her ugly, messed up face.
  • sidhe not wanting to show the others her body even in private and v letting her know it’s ok, they’d never call her ugly.
  • Sidhe sometimes asking them what school and stuff is like, because she’s homeschooled, and V and Jumin telling her all kinds of stories.
  • sidhe eventually getting the courage to go outside and have fun with the two of them, but she’s so nervous that they have to hold her hands
  • v getting kind of nervous whenever Sidhe talks about her bargain with the cat. Just. This really pervasive, bad feeling that won’t go away….

UGH feel free to talk to me about this concept because i’m really obsessed with it rn


Castiel x Reader

A/N: Sorry it’s so short, I wasn’t quite sure on what to write for this one.

Request: Hi! I was gonna ask if you could write an imagine where Castiel finds the readers bras and thinks they are some kind of weapon and asks her why she has weapons in her dresser and she gets all flustered and awkwardly explains to him what they are and how it’s not used as a weapon.

Warnings: Season 5 Cas, fluff

Word count: 425

Originally posted by magneticcas

You said your goodnight’s to Sam, Dean, and your Uncle Bobby before heading upstairs to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You could have sworn you heard something rustling as you passed your bedroom, but ignored it and continued to the next room.

Picking up your toothbrush, you ran it underneath the tap to wet the bristles before placing a touch of toothpaste on and running it under the water once more. “Y/n?” Castiel’s gruff voice nearly scared you to death. “Why do you have an abundance of weapons hidden in your bedroom?” You rose an eyebrow, ready to explain you only had a silver knife and a gun but you froze in shock as you saw what he was holding in the mirror.

“Cas!” You shrieked, quickly stealing the undergarment from his hands. He looked up at you with confused eyes, wondering what he might’ve done wrong. “T-that’s not a weapon, you dork.”

His eyebrows furrowed in even more confusion, his head tilted to the right. “What are they used for then?”

Cheeks reddening in embarrassment, you wanted to dig a hole and hide away. If Sam or Dean could hear this conversation they’d never let you live this down. “T-they’re used to support my…c-chest.” You murmured, your eyes falling down to the tiled floor. You were definitely going to lock your bedroom door next time.

You looked back up at the angel, your eyes narrowing at him. “Hey! Eyes are up here.” You waved your hand in front of his face, watching his bright blue eyes snap from your chest back to your own eyes. “Just…stay away from my stuff, alright?”

“I don’t understand how they can supp-” 

“Castiel!” You said, louder. “I am not having this conversation with you.” You murmured, completely embarrassed by now.

“I just want to know how they can manage to support your chest, Y/n.” 

Giving up on brushing your teeth, you fled back to your bedroom and locked the door before Castiel came in again. You had no idea why he was in your room to begin with, but you weren’t going to let him get his hands on your bras again. Hiding them underneath a bunch of other clothing, you threw yourself under your blankets and tried to ignore the laughter coming from downstairs followed by Castiel’s confused voice. “She wouldn’t tell me, did I do something wrong?” The heat rose back up to your cheeks and you nervously bit your lip, praying that nobody would bring it up tomorrow morning, but that was false hope.

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six minus five is One

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C - your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings- NSFW, very sexy Negan times & language. NSFW aesthetic

3400 words

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prompt - petals

His small hands are shaking as he plucks the flowers from the grass and pulls off the stray leaves. They are clumsy as he struggles to slowly wind one fragile stem around another. Under. Then over. Again, and again, adding more flowers as he goes, just like his mom taught him.

He is careful, not wanting to pull too hard or crush the little white flowers and ruin the crown like he almost did a while ago. And from beside him, he hears the boy sniffle.

Daiki’s hands stop trembling then, the movement of his fingers becoming faster yet more determined.

“What are you doing?” is the first thing the boy says, a minute or so later. His voice is quiet and sad.

Daiki doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like when people are sad.

He mumbles something under his breath as a reply and soon, when he deems the length of the crown enough, he starts on weaving the end of the last stems into the first flowers. When he’s done, he huffs proudly and turns towards where the other boy is sitting less than a foot away.

“It’s a flower crown,” Daiki says, leaning forward and placing said crown on top of the boy’s head. “It’s for you,” he adds, grinning. The white of the daisies go well with the red of the other’s hair. His hair and his eyes are the reddest of reds Daiki has ever seen.

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soft, elegant, golden

They stare up at the building and Philip slaps Lukas’s arm, grinning over at him when he jumps. “What do they say about catching flies, huh?” Philip asks, giggling when Lukas grabs at his hip.

“It just looks so strange staring straight up at it,” Lukas says, their shoulders brushing together. “Did you want to come this late because it won’t be as packed?”

“Yeah,” Philip says, reaching down and taking his hand, pushing through the front door. “Normally there’s a line out the front. We’ve got a good two hours until they close.”

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chuuya, chuoya and cyuya

i just wanted to write this bc ive been down for a couple of months and writing silly things helps

this is on ao3 too

“Dazai….if u must date me” chuuya whispers thru the night, clutching his hand beneath the grimy yellow of the porch light, “u must know”

“Lol about what”

chuuya takes his bandaged hand and goes

“about the other mes”

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I Want Out Pt.2

Catch Up: Part 1

Group(s) & Member(s): EXO’s Sehun ft. EXO, Got7′s Mark ft. Got7  

Genre: Gang AU, Angst

Warnings: cursing.

Summary: Your boyfriend Jungkook has promised to escape the gang world with you. But when he breaks his promise because of a secret you kept, an old flame reignites in the form of your childhood friend, Sehun

“She’s in there, finally fell asleep like an hour ago” Mark whispers to Sehun outside the room in the warehouse. 

“So you knew she was dating him, didn’t you” Sehun says softly.

Mark shoots him a look and the two exchange some silent dialogue of understanding.

“But they’re done. He found out and now wants nothing to do with her, so naturally she’s pretty fucked up” Mark says

“You think she’ll be alright?” Sehun asks, looking at his friend. 

“With you around again….she will be” Mark responds, some semblance of a smile on his face. 

Sehun nods as his hand grips the doorknob. Slowly he pushes it open, the creak of it waking you. You stir and sit up, adjusting your eyes to see who had come in.

“Mark?” You mumble, rubbing your face with your hands.

“Yeah, I’m here. Someone else is here, too” He says, moving out of the way so that Sehun comes into view.

A wave of memories and feelings rush over you the second your eyes reach his. This was Sehun - your Sehun. The Sehun who you played in the sandbox with when you were 5, the Sehun that beat up the school bullies for you with Mark in middle school, The Sehun that was your first kiss during a game of truth or dare at a 9th grade party. The Sehun you loved, once. 

Still groggy, you rub your eyes softly before looking up at him. 

“What were you thinking joining up with a gang, you idiot” You say, filter lost and words spilling out.

Sehuns eyes flicker with sudden amusement “Well, it’s good to see you too”

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    “Come on, Ri, you have to go.” You sighed, placing your brothers clothes on his bed. He sat there with a blank look on his face as he rolled the silicone sleeve on his leg. You knew exactly what he was brooding about and it broke your heart. “River,”

    "I don’t have to go to therapy, okay? I hate doing this three times a week, sitting in a circle with a bunch of other freaks, talking about our dreams and feeling sorry for ourselves! I have stuff to do!”

    “Like what, Ri? Its helping you, I can see it. Please go… for me, Ri, it gives me… I don’t know peace of mind or whatever, okay? Just go.”

    “Peace of mind?” He scoffed.

    “Yes, River, peace.”

    “If it gives you so much peace then you go.” He muttered, looking up at you. “Fine, I’ll go, but just so you know, I’m not happy about it.”

    “Great, Ri, that’s what I was going for. Get dressed.”

    “I am! Get out.” He snapped and you left, closing his door as you went to get his medicine ready, knowing he would t take it until you made him, knowing he’d probably rather have the nightmares and panic attacks than accept anyone’s help.


    “It’s great that you come with him every week… it really helps a lot for people to have support when they’re going through this.” The group leader appeared behind me, holding out a drink for me. I took it, smiling. “I’m Sam.”

    “Y/N.” You replied. “He’s my brother and he’s been there for me my whole life. I’m just returning the favor.”

    “It’s still nice to see you come here with him.” Sam commented.

     "Yea, well I have to practically drag him through the door. He refuses any help. I try to talk to him about his nightmares and he denys ever having them, is that normal? I mean, he just… he screams so loud and it’s terrifying for me, I can’t imagine what it must be like for him.“ You said, sipping your drink so you wouldn’t ramble anymore.

    "Sadly, it is normal. I know it’s scary but you have to be there for him he needs you, do you have any other family?”

    “No, it’s just the two of us…”

    “It hard, isn’t it?”


    “Here…” Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and a business card from his wallet. It was a card for the building the meetings were held in but Sam flipped it over. “If River or you ever need anythig, anything at all, you give me a call. Day or night. If you need somebody to talk to, I’m here.” He held out the card for you.    

    “Thanks, Sam.”


Tired Of Fighting (Part 4 for I Love You...)

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

A/N: Part four of the I love this series! This part is taking place a week after the ending in the last part.

Pairings: Roman X Reader

Warnings: Swearing

You woke up to the feeling of being kissed up and down your neck and arms tightly wrapped around you.

“Stop…” You mumbled.

“No…Get up” Roman mumbled into your neck.

“No….I don’t wanna” 

“We have to go get food” 

“We have food”

“Pop tarts and cookies are not food”

“They are for me”

“Well they’re not for me and since I’m gonna be living here, we’re going need real food to feed me” Roman said, slapping you ass before rolling out of bed.

“Ow! What the hell!” You whined. Roman walked over and into the bathroom in nothing but his boxers briefs. You enjoined the last week with Roman, he was sweet and caring, all through you still keep a little bit of a guard up. You were just worried that he would pick her again. 

You were letting Roman move in with you because all through you worried, he was staying with Dean and Seth, he has been staying with them since he filed and he was here most of the time anyway. There was a part of you that felt bad, because maybe had you not confessed your feelings for Roman, he could have worked it out with her.

You rolled onto your back and looked over at the clock 7:30am. 

“Romaannn! It’s to early to get up!” You whined, rolling around in bed.

Roman came back out of the bathroom and crawled into bed and hovered over you.

“You leave me no choice then….” Roman said, before tickling you.

“Ah! Roman! No! Stop! Please!”  

“Are you gonna get up!?” 

“Yes! Fuck! Yes, yes! Just sto- ahhhh haha!” Roman stopped and rolled off of you. He pulled you close and kissed the side of your head.

“I love you, Y/N” 

“I love you too, Roman” 

“We have to stop at Dean and Seth’s so I can get the rest of my stuff before going shopping” Roman said.

“Oh ok. I guess we can stop” You said, smiling.

“You guess? Come on you don’t want me walking around in my underwear all day” 

“Umm, yes I do!” You said, rolling over to give him a kiss. 

“Well I’ll just walk around in them anyway if that makes you happy. But I still need my clothes!” 

“I’m gonna hold you to that!”

I wouldn’t excepted anything else!”

At The Store-

You were walking next to Roman, picking up and looking at everything he put in the cart. He was buying a bunch of heath food, something you really weren’t use too. Yeah you ate heath foods, but you mostly had cookies, pop tarts, ice cream and cereal.

“Can I get some cookies?” You asked, Roman who was reading the back of some bottle.

Roman nodded his head. “Yeah, but one package, Y/N. One package” 

You smiled and kissed his cheek and left. You went down the aisle, grabbed your favorite cookies and when you were leaving you seen pop tarts. You looked at the cookies and then at the pop tarts. You grabbed the pop tarts and stacked them on top of the package of cookies.

You walked back down that aisle that Roman was in and seen that he was busy looking at something so you snuck the pop tarts in the cart and placed the cookies on top.

You walked over to Roman and wrapped your arms around him from behind, kissing his shoulder.

“I know you got pop tarts too” Roman said.

“What?! How?!”

“I seen you walked down here with them! It’s fine, you can have them too. But only because I love you” 

“Come on, I got to go get broccoli” Roman said. You let your arms drop and Roman pecked your lips. 

“Noooo! Not broccoli!” You say, following Roman, who was laughing.

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Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

Roman was insisted on cooking you a “real meal”. He was hovering over the stove while you sat on the counter.

Roman smiled at you and you smiled back. You watch as he cooked, thinking about how hopefully you could watch this for the reset of you life, how you could spent the reset of your life in Roman’s arms. You wanted to be happy and not to worry about him leaving, but you had a feeling that something or someone would mess it all up. The just the thought of it happening all over again, didn’t make you sad, it made you feel tired. Tired of fighting, fighting a fight that you may not win.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t know that Roman was trying to talk to you. Roman stepped between your legs and starting kissing  you, to get your attention.

You snapped out of your thought when you felt Roman pinch your hip, as he covering your face, jaw and neck in kisses. 

Roman moved up and kissed you lips, you kissed back.

“You okay?” Roman asked, when he pulled away.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about somethings” 

“Alright, well dinner is done” 

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The dinner Roman cooked was amazing. But now he had you laid out of the couch, kissing and sucking on your neck, his hands running up and down your legs. Your hands went up to his hair, pulling it out of the bun he had it in. You ran your hands through his hair as he continued to suck on your neck. Just as you let out a moan, there was knocking at the door.

Roman didn’t stop and either did the knocking.

“Ro, we…we should get that…”  Roman began to kiss all the way up your neck and down your jaw.

The knocking only got louder. Roman pulled away and looked towards the door and whispered “Son of a bitch” 

Roman pecked your lips a few times. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move!” 

Roman quickly got off of you and walked over to the door. From where you were laying you could see the door and when Roman opened the door, your face drained of all color.

“Galina” You whispered.

I know it’s not long. But the next part should be interesting!

Inej turned to go. Kaz seized her hand, keeping it on the railing. He didn’t look at her “Stay,” he said, his voice rough stone. “Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me.”
She looked down at his gloved hand clutching hers. Everything in her wanted to say yes, but she would not settle for so little, not after all she’d been through. “What would be the point?”
He took a breath. “I want you to stay. I want you to… I want you.
"You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?”
He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting.
“How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”
He released her hand, his shoulders bunching, his gaze angry and ashamed as he turned his face to the sea.
Maybe it was because his back was to her that she could finally speak the words. “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
Speak, she begged silently. Give me some reason to stay. For all his selfishness and cruelty, Kaz was still the boy who had saved her. She wanted to believe he was worth saving, too.
The sails creaked. The clouds parted for the moon then gathered back around her.
Inej left Kaz with the wind howling and dawn still a long while away.
—  Six of Crows, Leigh Bardugo

sugarboi  asked:

yoooooooo could I hit you up for a little hs!au sabriel???? (side destiel optional)

;w; i hope you don’t mind but i’m gonna combine this with a prompt i got a while ago about hsau gabe being mocked in gym class because he’s got a little extra pudge 

(also i don’t know how american schools work so uh i’m just gonna pretend gym class over there works the same way it does here)

Sam isn’t exactly sure why the shortest Novak boy suddenly decided they were buddies, he just did. One day in freshman year, he sat down at Sam’s table at lunch, introduced himself as Gabriel, and started chattering away like they’d known each other their entire lives. And that was that. 

Not that having Gabriel as a companion is unpleasant—occasionally difficult, maybe, but the ball of electricity within the boy that makes him somewhat hard to handle at times is also what gives him his charm. Gabriel sweeps through life, exuding confidence and drawing attention to himself as easily as honey enticing flies closer in promise of a good time. 

Maybe this is why it always comes as such a surprise when Gabriel’s confidence ebbs, becoming nothing more than a thin veil weakly attempting to hide his unease. 

“It’s barbaric, Sammy, I swear,” Gabriel bites out, bitterness hanging onto his words like a needy toddler.

“Hmm?” Sam says, pulled out of his book by Gabriel’s complaint. He finds himself slightly startled by the agitated jerkiness to each of the boy’s movements as he marches across the field. There’s a glint of anxiety mixed in with the amber of Gabriel’s eyes as he turns a halfhearted glare on Sam. 

“Gym class!” Gabriel exclaims. “They’re speaking horseshit when they say it’s to keep us fit,” he says, accentuating the quote with a mocking imitation of the principal’s British accent. “Forty minutes throwing rubber balls around ain’t improving anyone’s health, I can promise you that, Sammo. They’re just making us run around like a buncha assclowns for their own sick enjoyment. And now the sadistic bastards are victimizing me ‘cause I was too ill to take part in their DIY Hunger Games this semester.” 

"You haven’t been sick in three years, Gabriel,” Sam tells him. “You got Balthazar to write you fake doctor’s notes all semester.”

“Still don’t mean they should be able to fail me if I don’t try out for the swim team!” says Gabriel, sounding almost betrayed that Sam would point out the lack of legitimacy to his unfortunate semester-long series of illnesses. “What, they really think I’ve got some hidden talent as a swimmer? Gimme a break.” 

Sam offers him a consoling smile. “Look, It’ll be over in twenty minutes. Less time than an episode of Friends. And I’ll even wait for you, okay?” 

Gabriel’s only reply is a dissatisfied grunt, but some of the tension seems to melt from his shoulders. 


The shit hits the fan when Gabriel walks out the changing room in a pair of red and black swimming school trunks that are just this side of too tight.

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Hello, my name is Charlie and I am a huge dweeb. He/him/his or they/them/their please, you can come bother me here: cmdthenerd. Chat with me about random stuff if you want. I like chemistry and space and weird artsy stuff and I’m REALLY into Steven Universe lately.

I’ve also got a bunch of feminine clothing that I’m still trying to give away to my transfem pals, so if you live in the US and can pay shipping for a box, you can hit up my inbox for some pictures of anything you’re interested in. I’ve got shirts, a dress or two, lots of scarves and accessories, a purse, and TONS of jewelry. And you know, if you wanna pay for it too or donate, any money I make will go towards me getting some nice manly clothes so I can feel more like myself. Also probably food and textbooks. So that’s cool. Sorry for the shameless self-promo! But yeah, if you’re interested, don’t be shy!

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Steve, what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done/experienced that Tony thinks is absolutely adorable? (And what are your thoughts on it, Tony?)  

“Modern clothes! Why, whyy they are so tight?!”

“Oh gosh, yes! Steve was so embarrased when he put on for the first time skinny jeans and a wife beater. He kept tugging on the material and grunting ’why it has to be so tight.’”

“Honestly, why?! It feels like I’m wearing nothing at all!”

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, you look good in tight clothes! And isn’t Captain America suit tight?”

“Oh, it’s very tight. That’s why I don’t see a reason why in my free time I have to walk in other tight clothes. I miss my khakis and plaid shirts..”


“I don’t understand why you hate my old clothes so much!”

“And why do you hate my black tank top?!”

“You’re working in it for like a month already, Tony! Without washing it! Just give it to me so I can put it in the washing machine, and then you can have it back!”

“It’s my lucky top! If you wash it, it will lose its powers.”

“Now, that’s a bunch of crap and your top is disgusting! Soon there will be fungi growing on it! Give it!”