sorry but i like pretty caps


Happy Birthday @akaclairetemple!!! I love you and i’m sorry about the last cap


Because I’m tired of the “Steve sucks at modern technology” trope.  He was picking up and using HYDRA tech that was powered by the tesseract in WWII. And user interfaces were pretty un-intuitive back then – knobs labeled in German or French, most likely.  And think about the number of dials and thingamabobs on an airplane control panel!  Yes, he’s a man out of time, but it’s probably the social stuff that’s much harder to adjust to.  (You can tell he’s recently-thawed because he still insists on wearing at least a button-down shirt and suspenders when out in public.)

[more Steve dealing with modern world here , Cap friendships here, meta here here and here]

agenderraskel  asked:

You call Steve "punk". Have you ever slipped punk clothing into his closet? Does he wear it?

well, he absolutely refuses to wear combat boots. which i find personally offensive, because i wear steeltoe combats almost every day. but steve insists that having tromped across most of europe in steeltoes and only being saved from trenchfoot thanks to the miracle of old-timey science, he will no longer wear combat boots unless theyre the custom ones that go with his cap costume. sorry. uniform. and that since sneakers exist in the future and are, and i quote ‘like walking around with old mrs mckinneys angel cake for shoes, buck, its great’ he will not be wearing boots if he doesnt have to. 

the day we talked him into skinny jeans was pretty great. have you ever seen a dog doing that high-step when you put shoes on them?? he looked like that for the first half hour or so. and then he tried to ‘jog’ up the tower lobby steps, and split his pants open at the crotch. 

it was a good day for the ladies (and some of the gents. you know. the ones who didnt immediately grow inferiority complexes) in the lobby of stark tower. 

it was not a good day for steve rogers. 

putting steve in any kind of plaid just makes him look like a lumberjack, not a punk. so that doesnt work.

steve cant wear black without looking like a vampire, hes so pale. but one time he borrowed my dont-touch-me black leather motorcycle jacket and managed to make that look badass for a little while. and then he let a little girl in central park facepaint a sunflower on his left cheek, which pretty much spoiled and sort of badass look he might have been managing. which wasnt much, because he was still wearing khakis. 


His || Jungkook || 0.8

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8

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2/? eye color edits

Hawkeye’s baby blues

Steve: This attack plan looks really good

Tony: So do you, sweetheart.

Steve: …

Tony: *wiggles his eyebrows suggestively*

Steve: …

Steve: Meet me at the dorm in five.

Steve: *louder and slightly blushing* So we can…..discuss strategies.

Tony: *grinning* Strategies……sure, I like the sound of that.

*five minutes later*

Sam: We should have told them the dorm’s walls are pretty thin, shouldn’t we?

Peggy: Not if you don’t wanna see Captain America’s face the color of this carpet.

Fragments - Part 9

Word Count: 5766

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Canon divergence 

A/N: Unbeta’d. Any mistakes are mine.

Comments and constructive feedback always welcome

Fragments Masterlist

Sam was normally the first one up every day, but today Dean and you were in the kitchen at the table way before Sam. Dean was playing Words With Friends with Mary while you were infatuated with sending snaps to Donna. “Dean!” You grabbed Dean and pulled him over, holding your phone out to take a selfie. “Flower crowns! Strike a pose!”

“Y/N.” Dean groaned but posed with you anyway. He secretly loved it, not that he’d ever admit it. “How did you even find out about Snapchat?”

“Donna downloaded it for me.”

“Remind me to kill her next time we see her.”

“Sure thing. Except you love it.” You smiled and batted your eyelashes. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you checking yourself out in the filters on my phone. You make an excellent duck face by the way.”

“Shut up.” Dean abruptly turned back to his game and laughed, sending a message to Mary. You peered over his shoulder, seeing that he played the word twerking.

“How are you gonna play a word that didn’t even exist when she was alive? That’s cheating.”

“It’s in the dictionary.” Dean shrugged. You scoffed and went back to playing with Snapchat filters, moving on from the flower crown to the puppy face.

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I Can Make You Feel Good

Hello!! Can I request an imagine where the adorable y/n gives Mr. J a back massage because he’s stressed out, and he’s loving it? Really fluffy and cute, pretty please? 

Sorry if it’s shit, I’m rusty!
No warnings.
I know it’s been longgggggggggggggggggg but requests are open, hopefully fluffier ones like this? Because I have so many for smut and Killer Croc!
Remember, I’ll write about any Squad member or Team Cap!

Y/N almost jumped out of bed as Mr J crashed through the door snarling as he pulled his neck back to undo his black tie. Throwing his silver jacket across the room, he snorted a laugh at how flustered Y/N looked.
“You look stressed Puddin’..”
“Oh really? Do I?” he mocked in a sarcastic tone.
The beautiful young girl pouted, but shook off his attitude. Getting out of bed in her red velvet night gown she swayed her hips as she walked over to moody clown.
Slowly tracing her fingers up his back feeling his muscles relax beneath them, the Joker sighed before turning to face her cupping her cheek with his big hand.
“Y/N” he purred breathing in her delicious perfume.
“What? You missed me?” she chuckled pressing into his palm.
Before answering J slowly inspected her face, going from her eyes to nose, then mouth a twisted smiled formed on his red lips.
“Never, ” he whispered, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a hard passionate kiss, sending Y/N into a blissful little world before pulling back and turning away to take his shirt off.
“Get into bed princess, I’ll join you in a moment” J demanded softly before leaving the room.

Y/N did as she was told and got into bed waiting for her man to return. Even though it didn’t seem like it, that was the Jokers way of admitting how much he cared for her, even if he was stressed he still came home to see Y/N’s adorable smile because that was what he needed.
When Mr J reentered the room, he was wearing his batman boxers witch made Y/N giggle shaking her head, J looked down at her with a serious glare before getting in bed next to her.
“Night” he growled, turning his back to her.

After being with J for so long Y/N took the subtle hint and began to tickle his deathly pale skin, swiftly she crawled over him until she sat above him. With a smile she bent forward and placed a kiss in between his shoulder blades. J wrapped his hands under the pillow in front of his face as Y/N began to give him a massage, starting from top to bottom.

She could feel all of the tense, negative energy escape him as she began to roll her thumps into him, the deeper she worked her fingers the more he purred into the pillow,.
“You like that Puddin’?”
“No talking in the massage parlor” he growled over his shoulder, giggling at him she continued to gently rub down J with her hands.
He twitched under her touch as she touched his sides Y/N grinned to herself quickly before tickling the sensitive spot on his sides, J growled jumping up practically throwing Y/N off his back.
She laughed as he wrestled her down against the bed, pinning her arms above her head.
“Daddy was enjoying that.”
“I could tell, ” she laughed beneath him imitating his purrs and moans.
J snarled staring her, she was so annoying, but so beautiful he thought as he got distracted by her smile. God, he wanted to hate her so much.
However, he just couldn’t stop himself pressing his lips against hers once again, softly this time but with more passion.
Y/N broke the kiss, pulling her arm from under his grasp to push back the loose strands of green hair that brushed against her face.
“Lay back down J, ” she said softly “I’ll make you feel good.”
Laughing J sat up “Oh Princess, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he grinned evilly.

Fic Rec Friday!

i am having the best time with these tbh

  • Some Fun by @twelveyearoldchildprodigy (very nsfw) ~ yooo okay dom!spencer??? yessss dear lord fuck me up. tbh I really enjoy the idea of spencer just being so quiet in his everyday life and then he gets home and is just all commands and ‘yes sir’ ‘no sir’ but yeah gosh I love this fic   
  • Ice Cream Love by @gubl-oser​ ~ this is so sweet (hah) and fluffy and just mmmmm I love this idea and spence just entertaining his partner with whatever wild thing they got going on and I love this fic lots and lots            
  • The Last Time by @spencerreidsmiles​ ~ ahdibdibd THIS NEEDS A PART 2 I AM DEAD DYING AND DECEASED but fr tho be warned this is hella angsty but apparently i love being tortured so if u do too go read this fic                                                                                                                   
  • Proud Puff by @gubl-oseragain dont judge me ~ me, chanting: HUFFLEPUFF SPENCER!!! aaaaa that boy is a puff don’t u dare argue but apparently he will bc ofc he will. I LOVE THIS???? A LOT?? that’s all u need to know                                                                                              
  • Nightmare by @reidoneshots​ ~ comforting and supportive spencer is all I need in my life tbh. this is adorable and fluffy and also u should go read all of rach’s writing bc she is a goddess                                                             
  • Becoming A Reid by @mentallydatingspencerreid​ ~ dad spencer!!!!!! he’s so good with kids I love him and I love this fic and definitely will read the whole series when it isn’t midnight lmao                                                  
  • My Annabel Lee by @dontshootmespence ~ aaaaaaa this is cute and i am screaming and I would pay to have this happen in real life omg. I also love that you just like intertwined the poem into it so nicely?? A++ fic right here                                                                                                                
  • A Sky Full Of Stars by @reidbyers (it isnt tagging u?? smh @ tumblr) ~ OKAY THIS IS RALVEZ AND NOT SPENCER X READER BUT I LOVE RALVEZ A LOT AND I ALSO LOVE THIS A LOT

wow okay this was a lot more but no regrets bc I got to read lots of beautiful writing by amazing people

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Biggest Fan - Chapter 2

Way back in February, @peetabreadgirl had a birthday and her gift was Biggest Fan – Canadian!Peeta and Texan!Katniss meet in the Marvel fandom and then have a real-life meet-up in Québec City. You can find the first chapter of this story on this blog. We’ve decided to stretch her birthday fun for five months and offer you this latest chapter. Enjoy!! Banner by @xerxia31

When the morning sun finally begins to glow behind his eyelids, Peeta is contentedly floating on a cloud of sheer comfort. The bed feels exactly right beneath him, his pillow cradles his head perfectly and Katniss is snuggled firmly against him, her head pillowed on his shoulder.

Never has a bed been so inviting.

He’s not sure when she migrated from her side of the bed to his, but he can’t say he’s sorry to start the day with her in his arms, her soft, steady exhales painting a warm trail on his pectoral muscles under his t-shirt. His senses are full of her; the sweet fragrance of her hair, the weight of her arm across his belly, her feet tangled in his. He leans down just enough to place a kiss on the crown of her head and is rewarded with a sigh from Katniss.

She stretches like a cat against him as her body comes to life. “Time is it?” she mutters.

“I’m not sure, about eight? Practically mid-day for a baker.”

The sound of his voice seems to bring her back to herself more quickly. Her grey eyes widen and a pretty flush paints her smooth cheeks as she notices the way they’re practically wrapped around each other, and the fact that they’re both nestled on his side of the bed.

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Captain’s Orders (Avengers x reader)

Request: @iamwarrenspeace How about the Female reader is married and the team doesn’t know (They didn’t read her file) and they keep trying to set her up with Steve or Bucky and one day she blurts out that she’ll never cheat on her husband because she loves him. Of course the team is shocked, but they are happy for her and they start asking her questions about her husband. 

I strayed just a little, but I hope you still like it!

“I’m not gonna launch those ships.  Captain’s orders.”

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How to Survive College- Tadashi Hamada Imagine

Rating: G

Warnings: overworried Tadashi, cuteness

Summary: College is hard, but there are always the benefits of being there.

Word Count: 1155

You were tired. But then again, you were always tired. College was stressful. It was hard. Everyone around you was intelligent and smart. You just seemed like another grain of sand on the beach. It wasn’t all that bad, though. You survived. You had a couple of friends that made you feel amazing. Honey Lemon was always so cheerful. Wasabi was always helping you organize your thoughts. Gogo always managed to make you feel relaxed. Fred always had jokes to make you smile. Tadashi, well, he was your best friend. You knew him like no one else did and he knew you like no one else ever would.

You smiled at the thought of Tadashi. Actually, the two of you were the only ones in the labs. The problem you were faced with was pretty challenging. Your next experiment was biology-based, and it seemed that whatever compound you utilized created an even bigger problem. You had spent two hours just staring at the pieces of scratch paper.

“It works!”

You jumped, a little shocked at the outburst. You rubbed your eyes before walking to Tadashi’s lab.You pushed the door a little.

Tadashi had this huge smile on his face. “Scan me.”

A voice, a robotic voice, spoke, “Your neurotransmitter levels are elevated. This indicates that you are happy.”

“I am! I really am. Oh, man, just wait til my brother sees you.” Tadashi smiled to himself. “You’re gonna help so many people, buddy. So many. That’s all for now. I am satisfied with my-”

You smiled and leaned against the door. You slipped through, tripping over your feet and fell to the ground. You scrambled to get up and coughed. “Sorry! I was just…” Your voice trailed off as you stared at a large robat. It was… plump and  balloon-like. Its head was small, and its round eyes were big. Your jaw dropped. “This is your robotics project?”

Tadashi nodded with a wide grin. “Yeah! It’s pretty great!” He immediately coughed and pulled the bill of his cap over his eyes. “I mean, what- what do you think?”

You just smiled, circling around the new creation. “This is amazing.” You poked the robot. “Durable, soft. What is that in the middle?” You scrutinized it. “Carbon fiber?”

“Yep. Need Baymax to be really light and durable.”

“You expect him to fall out a window or something?” You laughed.

Tadashi shrugged. “He’s prepared for anything.”

You smiled. “Tadashi, may I, ask for a scan?”

“Of course!”

“Baymax, scan me.”

The robot looked you up and down before concluding, “You are perfectly healthy, with high levels of dopanine, seratonin, and adrenanline.”

Your eyes widened. That was never supposed to be said. You panicked, tensing a little.

Tadashi tilted his head. He mouthed the words of the chemicals. He’s sworn he had heard it before. He took Pyschology class once and even talked to a professor about it for Baymax. However, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember. He stepped forward and asked, “Do you remember what those chemicals were for?”

You blushed. “Nothing too important, I think. Must’ve been a bonus question or something.” You stared at Baymax. “So how is he… knowledgeable? Programmed?”

Tadashi smiled. “Let me show you.” He pushed the access port on Baymax, revealing the green computer chip. “Over ten thousand medical procedures.”

“Wow.” You grasped the robot’s arm. “What else are you equipped with?”

Suddenly, a blue light emanated from his hand. You jolted back, feeling the buzz of electricity run from your fingers to the entire rest of your body. You shook your hands and feet. “Woah! That was unexpected.” You laughed a little, shaking your hand just a bit more.

Tadashi ran over to you. “Are you ok? I am so sorry. I guess I need to run another test. We’ll get you to the hospital. Surely, they’ll-”

“Tadashi, I’m fine.”

Tadashi took your hands into his, examining them. “Just because you can’t see anything, doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

You gasp at the contact, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. “Tadashi,” you whispered, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I-” You yawned. It may have been morning, but you did stay up late the night before.

Tadashi’s eyes widened. He gently cradled your cheeks with both of his hands and stared into your eyes. The warmth from his hands spread, and you could feel the temperature rise. Tadashi whipped out a small flashlight from his pocket and shined it in your eyes briefly. “Pupils are dilating just fine. Maybe the shock made you drowsy. It could’ve affected your nerves. We…” He picked you up, holding you to his chest.

You gasped. “Tadashi! I can stand on my own, you know?”

“You are experiencing drowsiness.”

“Then, test your invention. He could scan me and see if anything’s wrong.”

Tadashi shook his head. “You are too important to be some sort of test. I am taking you to a hospital.” He sped out of the room.

You squealed and held onto him tighter. “Tadashi! I am fine!”

“You were electrocuted!”

“Shocked!” You groaned. “At least just take me to the medical building.”

“Fine.” He changed direction and headed towards the medical building. When you arrived there, Tadashi put you down, but his hand rested on your waist, holding you close. You pursed your lips and felt your cheeks heat up. The doctors stared at you. “(Y/n), do you feel any pain?”

You gave him a thumbs-down.

The doctor opened his mouth, but Tadashi interrupted him, “Please, my robot malfunctioned, I just wanna make sure she’s alright.”

He sighed. “Ok, lovebirds, follow me into my office.”

The two of you stuttered, trying to disprove his small comment. Tadashi removed his hand from your waist and kept holding onto his hat. You just stared at the ground. Eventually, the two of you just avoided each other’s gaze with red cheeks. The check-up didn’t take long. Tadashi and you left the hospital, still not looking at each other directly.

“Hey, I’m sorry for dragging you to the hospital,” Tadashi admitted. “I was just really worried

You shrugged. "A little too worried,” you laughed, nudging him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.”

Tadashi gazed at you. “Cute?”

“Uh…” You blushed. “I mean, like, it’s cute that someone could care… about me.”

“I care a lot about you.” He laughed a little.

You gazed at him, smiling softly. “I care a lot about you, too.”

Tadashi’s grin widened. “Hey, you know, you could help me with Baymax later. If you want to?”

“I would love to.” You peered down and bit your lip. You took a risk and grasped his hand.

Tadashi stiffened. Then, he pulled you closer to himself and kissed your head. Yeah, college was tiring, stressful, and hard, but you had all you needed to survive. You had your friends and Tadashi, whatever he considered you to be.

Heyo!! So, my first Tadahi imagine! I hope you guys like it!

jooleah  asked:

how about harry/draco getting back together after a breakup OR drag queen!harry (or both in the same story heeey)

mate i have been trying to write this for like 2 weeks now, i’m sorry it’s not happening, but here are some vague hcs

  • i think harry hates attention too much to ever be a drag queen in like the performing sense, but i can def see him playing around with gender and queerness and drag in his own quiet but sure way
  • harry wandering bored round grimmauld place in a soft flowery dress, capped sleeves tight on his shoulders, lounging on the couch with his knees hooked over the arm and the skirt falling pretty and gauzy around his hairy legs
  • gardening in a pink slip he’s pretty sure once belonged to walburga with a flannel shirt thrown unbuttoned over the top when the sun goes down and it starts to get chilly
  • doesn’t really mind what pronouns people use, ‘he’ still feels familiar and comfortable, ‘they’ is kind of nice, one morning he comes downstairs in skinny jeans and a yellow crop top and ginny looks up and says absently, warmly, “oh, you’re such a pretty girl,” and harry thinks about it all day, warm and shy
  • can’t wear high heels, no matter how good they make his legs look, he never gets over the uneasy feeling that he might suddenly need to run
  • finds a kilt that he assumes was sirius’s, wears it quite a bit, it makes a bit of a splash when he goes out for a drink in it and the daily prophet get pictures and it promptly starts a trend
  • hot august days lying in grimmauld place’s garden with sunglasses and a too big chudley cannons t-shirt and lace underwear
  • lipstick, always slightly smeared in one corner where his hand jerks
  • luna puts winged eyeliner on him one night and he’s almost frighteningly beautiful
  • he has one photo of his grandparents, the potters, when they were young, and he likes the gold bangles all up his grandma’s arms, writes awkwardly to parvati for advice, and she takes him shopping in brick lane
  • is in a bar feeling sort of tired and sad and itchy in his own skin one night, wearing a short black dress that looks half like an oversized 80s shirt except its tight and sweet around his waist, and cheap tights and his sneakers trailing laces. when he spots the blonde head of hair his heart sort of sinks, not in the mood for smirking or, worse, one of the tense, awkward conversations they’ve tended to have after the war. only when draco saunters over and says, “well, potter,” his sneer falls away before it can even get properly going, and his eyes go dark. he says, slow and a little surprised, his drawl almost warm, considering, “you look nice.”

Request: Hey, could you do a 20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.” and a 21. “You’re like a heater!” Steve Rogers X Reader? Pls? - Anon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 2,446

Warning: FLUFF! Self-doubting, cursing (nothing new), Sexual Tesion(?)

(A/N): HELLO! Well, I’ve been wanting to make a Steve x Reader fic for a while now, and I’m hapPY SOMEBODY REQUESTED IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Btw, today (02.06.2017) will be the return of my classes and I can’t sleep and it is 1:38 A.M and I have to wake up fucking early like 6 a.m, please kill me. 

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Fucking Weather.” You cursed, trying to wrap yourself more in your thin layer of coat. “Fucking Nick Fury asking me to come in this fucking weather

You worked at the Avengers’s intelligence, and you still could not believe that on your day off, the day that you just wanted to be crawled under your cushions, sipping to tea and reading a good book, you couldn’t do those things. Nick Fury said that he needed you immediately, and you had been unlucky enough to be your laundry day and you hadn’t see that you putted your best coat in the middle of the dirty clothes.

“Wow, wow!” You gasped as you bumped into a massive chest; you felt hands on your shoulder as someone secured you, sparing you from falling to the cold ground.

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t see you there.” You raised your head only to find Captain America blushing and running his eyes through your body, searching for any bruises.

“So, I’m invisible? Are you saying that I’m not as important as you?” His eyes widened as he shook his head violently, making you bite a grin back; Trying to keep your best impression of as angry, sad person. “Are you telling me that the simple Y/N doesn’t deserve even been seen by the important Steve Rogers?!”

“God, no! Never!” You smirked and hugged your best friend, also, your ultimate crush.

“I’m kidding, Captain. Gosh, why are you so stressed out?” You giggled as he squeaked in surprise and outrage

“You were the one almost punching me, right now!”

“Sh, Rogers! Didn’t your mother taught you that is rude to scream at a lady?” You teased, knowing full well that he would be a perfect gentleman and shut the fuck up. Your heart was bagging hard against your chest by his warmth and by how close you were to his body.

“Lady? I see none.” He said in a sassy tone.


Your hands slipped slowly away from him, and taking a step back, you smiled trying to hide how that had hurt you. Of course fucking Captain America wouldn’t even see you as a woman. You knew that, but damn… It would still hurt! Especially when he would come to you to talk about other women and how to act around them or ask them out, since the times had changed.

Wanda and Natasha were always trying to get you to confess to him, but you knew that he was too much of a gent to say a ‘no’ to you, and you didn’t want him to feel like he needed to go on a date with you.

“Oh… huh… Fury called me so… I’ll go now.” He knew he had said something wrong and that it had hurted you, since you would always tell him that when you were younger, you hated be seen as “one of the guys”. It was just a punch in your already low self-steam.

“Y/N… I-I’m sorry! I-I’m didn’t meant to-”

“It’s okay! I know I’m not ladylike and pretty like the others, I know that. You don’t have to worry, I’m used to people telling me this kind of stuff” You laughed trying to ignore how you felt like crap

“No! Y-you’re-”

“I need to go, Steve.” Steve was surprised by your sad tone and that you called him by his name, you never do that. It would always be “Captain” “Cap” “Rogers” “Hottie” “Sweetie”; But never “Steve”.

“Shit!” He cursed, seeing you following your way with your hands inside your pockets and with your eyes on your boots. “Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”

“That is a dirty mouth, Captain.” Bucky played as he got close to his friend “Nick is calling you to his office” Steve nodded and started to walk “Hey, you know what’s wrong with Y/N? She looked pretty sad when I met her at Fury’s office. She didn’t even tell me to go to hell when I told her I could make her forget you.” Steve huffed, sending Buck a cold glance

“Away from her, James.” Bucky smirked at his friend jealously

“Are you finally admitting you’re in love with her since you saw her last year delivering the Intel of Prague’s mission?” Steve choked while walking, being followed by The Winter Soldier

“I-I have no idea of what you are talking about!”

“Oh you don’t? So you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out on a romantic date that might end in a happy ending, would you?” He provoked, seeing Steve’s shoulders tense as he ended the sentence

“Okay, I like her! But she doesn’t… See me that way. Y/N can only see me as friend.” He sighed, and I just hurted her feelings and feel like a fucking scumbag, he thought while entering Nick’s office.

You were sitting in one of his chairs, away from everyone and with your arms crossed

“You should apologize.” Wanda whispered next to his ear, making him send her a worried gaze “And tell her what you feel, she’s been hurt enough. Don’t fuck everything even more.” She went to the sit next to you and Natasha glanced coldly at Steve, as if she knew exactly that he was the cause for you to be sad.

“Good everyone is finally here. Well, I just wanted to say that because of Y/N, we are finally able to finish the Prague’s mission. We’ve been working on it for years by now, and ever since she joined our team, we made huge advances. She found the last thing we needed on the last Intel we got. Because of that, we’ll make a make a celebration party tonight!” You rolled your eyes in anger

“You made me wake up early on my day off to warn me of a party?! Couldn’t you just send me a fucking email?” Bucky laughed at your words, if Steve didn’t like you, he would be totally all over you.

“Would you open it?” Fury looked at her with challenge all over his face, she sighed and closed her eyes

“You got the point.”

“Also, if you don’t appear, you’re fired.”

“NOW THAT IS JUST PLAY DIRTY, FURY!” He chuckled and nodded while you huffed and got up, walking towards the exit

“Don’t you want to know the information about the party?”

“Send me an email, like how you should have done in the first place.” You didn’t look into anyone’s eyes, cursing – mentally – Fury for throwing a party right when your self-steam was lying and crying on the ground.

You were late, and that worried Steve since you were never late, no matter what was the occasion. Hell, he thought that even if it were for your death, you would be in time!

“Don’t worry, Cap. She’ll come.” Natasha tried to calm him, hiding her grin when she imagined his reaction when you appeared. 

But she couldn’t when Steve spitted his drink when the elevator doors opened, revealing you with a killing dress and a killing make up.

“Is that Y/N?” Sam asked in surprise, of course everyone thought you were pretty, but Natasha made your make up and chose your dress and told you that the party would start two hours later than the actual time, so everyone would be amazed by her work.

Wanda smiled at her partner of crime by your side and said next to your ear

“Why won’t you get us some drinks?” You nodded, unaware of everyone’s attention on you, since you were too busy trying not to fall of your high heels.

You asked for two drinks on the bar, bowing over it, trying to release the pain of your feet.

“Look pal, if you don’t go there right now, I will.” Bucky said to his friend, his eyes on you. Steve took a deep breath and drank all of his drink, trying to gain courage, he looked at you and…

“I can’t.” Bucky groaned and gave a look to Natasha, she rolled her eyes and something grabbed her attention, making a smirk appear on her lips

“Oh, look at that. Isn’t that John from her department going to th-” And the Captain was marching right to you, she knew that Steve hated that guy since he heard him saying that he wanted to – in his own words – ‘fuck you until you couldn’t walk’. “Stupid.” She chuckled before taking a sip of her drink

“You’re looking amazing, Y/N.” Steve whispered at your ear, causing a shiver to walk down your spine and your breath turn sharp. He took the place at your side, winking at stupid John as he did.

“Oh, now you can see me as a lady?” You wanted to sound playful, but it ended looking too sad and bitter, so you giggled thinking it would minimize the damage, but hell, you didn’t have to! He hurted you again, you were done with it!

“About that… I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to-”

“You know what, Cap? I might not be the prettiest woman to walk on earth, or not be the most feminine or ladylike, but I AM a fucking woman. And like everyone else, I have feelings. But know what you did? You stepped on them, again!” He formed a gap with his lips, surprised that you snapped, since you were usually the kind of person that let people know they made something wrong by giving incredibly cold and sharp glances.

“What do you mean with-”

“With ‘again’, you ask? Well, you hurt me every time you go bug me when I’m working to ask me how to talk with other women! When you go and- and… And stare me with those amazing eyes and just ask me “How do I call a woman to a date?” “If I bring flowers to a woman, will she feel flattered like the old days?” God! You could have just stabbed me in the heart with a fucking blazing knife that it would be less painful and-”

Steve, with all his courage, he cutted your speech grabbing you by the waist with one hand and pulling you closer, his other hand stood on your cheek as he kissed you, unable to say anything.

First, you didn’t move, since you were too shocked to even blink.

Second, you still couldn’t move, but you felt like fireworks were being shot inside your chest.

Steve pulled away blushing, looking a little bit sad that you didn’t kiss him back

“I-I’m sorry, I just-”

“Shut up.” And then you passed your arms around his neck and pulled him back, kissing him with your might while he let out a sigh of relief and rounded your waist, almost lifting you from the ground.

You thought he had amazingly soft lips and you couldn’t be happier, the cheerful screams made you two separate smiling at each other and looking around, only to see that everyone were clapping because of you two.

“Finally!” Sam screamed laughing, Wanda smiled widely at the scene; she was getting tired of hearing both of you saying - and thinking - that one didn’t like the other as the one did.

You blushed, hiding your face in Steve’s chest as he laughed, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s go outside.” He whispered and you just nodded, holding his hand and dragging him to the porch, away from all the music and talk, you slipped away from him to watch the city from the protection grid, kicking your shoes to the side and breathing deeply. He watched you for a moment, how you were glowing and amazing with that small smile on the face.

He got closer, carefully standing by your side. Both of you watching different lights. You watched the city’s light while he, he watched you.

“Why?” You asked, finally looking at him. Steve thought that he could watch your eyes for days and days without getting tired.

“I… I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot, actually.” You felt something warming your chest. “But I always thought you didn’t like me back… That you only see me as your friend” He shrugged his shoulders while you smiled at his blushing cheeks

“I also like you, Steve. I really do.” The Captain sighed when he heard those words “Now, Hug me so I can Get warm.” He chuckled at your stretched arms and hugged you, closing his eyes and stroking your back while kissing your forehead “Gosh, You’re like a heater!” You purred, rising your head to face a happy Steve. You felt like melting under his gentle but firm touch, like you were the most precious thing that he had ever held.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered, brushing his lips on your cheek and as you closed your eyes, he kissed you gently, making you sigh.

“You told me this earlier.” Steve made a soft kissing trail to your jaw, whispering next to your ear

“I said that you looked amazing, now I’m telling that you are beautiful, and going to keep saying it. You’re beautiful.” You sighed one more time, feeling like your legs were turning into jelly

“How long have you been feeling this way?” He hugged you harder

“Since the first time I saw you in your sweater pants delivering the Prague’s Intel.” You chuckled; It was truth, that was one of those days you just wasn’t feeling all right, so sweater pants were the best thing to wear.

“Then, why did you kept asking me how to call woman on a date?” You mumbled, hiding your face in his warm chest

“First, I asked Natasha, since she knew you better. But she just told me to ask you.” You frowned your brows and looked at him again


“Well, she actually almost screamed at my face “Just ask her!”. So I did, but well, I didn’t had the courage to call you after you tell me how to call someone on a date.” You choked with a laugh, he looked at you confused and damn, that was cute!

“Steve, if that wasn’t the cutest thing ever, I would call you dumb.” You chuckled, hugging his waist “She meant for you to ask me on a date, not to ask me how to call me on a date.” He made a gap with his mouth and you got back to laugh loudly at his blushed cheek

“Well, she wasn’t very specific in her words.” You bit back a grin and stood on your toes to kiss him again, pulling this bottom lip with your teeth, hearing him moan slightly, you smirked at his darkened eyes, whispering over his lips:

“Do I need to be specific on mine?”

Should I make my first smut?

wings // peter parker

request from anon: hi! i was wondering if u can do an imagine where Nat & Tony knows that Peter likes the reader who is also Nat’s goddaughter and they make them bond by buying them both chicken wings 🤣 also the reader is like a mini version of Nat 🤗

word count: about 2k

a/n: whoa things got so busy!!! haven’t been active in like a week but i’ll see if i can write more this weekend!! school is kinda killing me but i’m doin my best <3 also this is an au where nat and tony would be on better terms. hope you guys like this adorable request (and i hope i wrote it well for whoever requested) uneditedddd <3333



“He’s not even trying to hide it. What a kid.” Tony mutters as he watches. It’s a sad sight, really. You and Peter are in the weight room, but there isn’t very much lifting going on. He’s leaned against the wall, hitting on you in a way only a fifteen year old boy can: incredibly unsubtle and awkward in manner. And although you’re flattered, you simply cannot take a hint and have no idea what he’s getting at.

“What’s worse is that she’s completely clueless,” Natasha says back. “I thought I taught her better than this. Is this really my legacy?” She takes a disappointed sip of coffee. You and Peter are so lost in your own world that you hardly notice Tony and Natasha ogling. They’re sitting outside of the room by the breakfast bar, but the walls are both thin and made of glass.

You get into position to deadlift a weight, your focus unswayed. You just hope Peter just won’t start talking and distract you. You’d rather not deal with another injury right now. As you slowly lift it from the ground, Peter is silent, watching you. Thank God.

As soon as you finish, he gushes, “Wow, Y/N, that was so cool! You’re really, really good at that. You’re so good at everything.”

You turn to look at him, serious as ever. “Thanks, Peter. But my form really needs work. If I keep stiff legging, it won’t go well with my back. And I need to be lifting heavier, two-fifty pounds sucks.” At one point, you start talking to yourself more than you’re talking to him, but he nods along anyway.

“You look pretty tired, you should refuel,” he says, eagerly offering you some of his protein shake.

You politely shake your head. “Let me guess, that’s one of Stark’s protein shakes.”

“Uh…yeah. Why does it matter?” He asks, confused.

“It’s full of crap. For a genius that is excellent with technology, he cannot, for the life of him, figure out the culinary art. Nat’s are way better.”

“What? No, hers taste like soggy cardboard! How can you even take a sip without gagging?” Peter exclaims.

“That ‘cardboard’ is made of vitamins. And important nutrients. Why drink a protein shake when there isn’t even any protein in it?”

Both Natasha and Tony look extremely offended at this. Later on, you take a few sips of water and use a towel to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Want to get, like, pancakes?” Peter asks, nervously playing with the hem of his muscle tee.

“Sorry. I already ate. Deadlifting on an empty stomach kills me. And I can’t have pancakes if I’m not on a cheat day.” Yes, you’re craving pancakes terribly right now. But if there’s one thing Nat taught you well, it was self-control.

“Oh.” His faces falls slightly.

“I have practice with Cap in an hour, so I’d better get going. See you later?” You give him a rare smile. Upon seeing you smile, he’s immediately back to grinning. It’s admittedly pretty cute.

Tony sets his head in his hands. “You realize we have to do something, right?” His voice is muffled by his hands.

Natasha glances over, eyebrows raised quizzically. “Like what? We can’t just rule this one a lost cause?”

“No. You want two heartbroken, sad teens on the team? I sure don’t.”

She sips the last of her coffee, tossing the cup into the trash. “I think you secretly care about Parker too much to let him go through his life unsheltered, but okay,” she mumbled.

“And you don’t overprotect Y/N?” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Tony, she’s my goddaughter.”

“And Peter’s my…intern…kind of.”

“See?” Natasha gave him a look. He gave her a look back.

“So? You’re not related to her, and I’m not related to him. There’s hardly a difference. Anyway, we need a plan.” Tony changed the subject quickly.

“A plan, right.”

A few hours later, Natasha and Tony carefully set up a sort of ‘trap’. As you walked past Peter in the living room to go meet with Clint to do some archery, he’d say hi. And that’s where they’d ambush you.

At around five, you enter the living room as expected, walking past Peter. He glances up immediately. “Hi, Y/N!” As soon as he says it, the doors instantly slam shut and lock themselves. Peter instantly flips out of his seat and you both stand back to back in fighting stances.

But instead of facing a threat of any kind, you hear a voice above you. “Hi kids,” Tony greets.

You both relax and side eye each other. “Did he just call us ‘kids’? He never does that, why is he doing that?” Peter asks, a little freaked out. You can only shrug.

“We’re going out today,” Tony begins, ignoring Peter’s comments.

“We are?” You ask without restraint. There’s a short period of silence, and you can just imagine Tony fuming.

“Yes,” he says, clearly through gritted teeth. “It’ll be a family dinner. Me, Natasha, and you kids.”

“He’s doing it again!” Peter whisper shouts to you.

You cross your arms. “What kind of family dinner is it without the whole team? And it’s kind of weird, because it implies a brother-sister bond between me and Peter.” Peter does not look enthused at this idea.

“Okay, you know what? If it matters so much to you, punk, then it’s not a family dinner. It’s just a dinner.” Tony can’t stand you sometimes, but you’re okay with that. You know that he does care, deep down. Very, very deep down.

“Why are we getting dinner -” You start to question, but Peter cuts you off.

“Sweet, where are we going?” Peter asks, sitting back down on the couch.

“Y/N, it wouldn’t kill you to be more like him sometimes,” Tony mumbles, but then there’s an audible slapping sound. “Fine. Fine! Y/N’s fantastic just the way she is.” The sarcasm drips from his tone.

“Thanks, Stark.” You can’t help but grin, taking a seat beside Peter.

“Yeah…don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Stark.”

He sighs. “Anyway. We’re going to get buffalo wings.” You instantly open your mouth, but he gets there before you do. “Yes, Y/N, I’m getting there. Natasha wanted to try this place that serves fake meat. Their wings are supposed to be good.”

“Hm. Okay. Can you open the doors now? I’m late, and I know Clint won’t care, but I have a schedule,” you stand up again.

The doors slide open. “See you for dinner, Y/N,” Peter waves as you start leaving.

“Yeah, you too.”

Hours later, everyone is dressed and ready. Neither Natasha nor Tony was able to get you to wear anything other than a sweater and jeans. But it turns out to be okay, because Peter comes out in a similar outfit. Jeans and his school sweatshirt, simple.

“They’re both dressed like they’re going to a family dinner,” Natasha leans over, lowly talking to Tony.

“Uh…that’s kind of what I told them to get ready for.”

“Great going, Stark.”

By the time you get to the restaurant, you and Peter are hungry. Before either of you can even take your seats, Tony and Natasha fill up one side of the booth. You give Peter a polite smile and step aside to let him in first. He grins back and slides in. You take your seat next to him.

You don’t know how to feel about eating fake meat. The last time you did, you got food poisoning and couldn’t train for almost a week. You’d rather not have that happen again, but this place seems okay to you so far. The only reason you’re really here is because it’s clear that Nat wanted you to come. But there’s something strange about it all, especially with Tony and Nat. Taking you and Peter out, getting dinner…it all feels a little off to you. As though you’re missing something. You can’t shake it off.

After what feels like an eternity, the wings finally arrive. You quickly grab a plate and load it up with food. When you look at Peter, you see him doing the same thing and can’t help but grin a little. He laughs in response, pushing up his sleeves to start eating. You stare for a few seconds. Have his forearms always been so…muscled? When he glances at you, you quickly look away.

You think you might be blushing. Come on, Y/N, have a little control, you chastise yourself in your head. You pick up a wing and take a bite, not knowing what to expect. Oh god, this is the best thing you’ve ever had in awhile. You suddenly understand where Peter is coming from when he says Nat’s shakes taste terrible. It’s a beautiful combination of tender tofu, tangy barbeque sauce, and mouth-burning hot sauce. You thought you hated barbeque sauce!

You eye Tony as he gingerly picks up the single wing on his plate, skeptical. He glances up at you, and you nod enthusiastically to encourage him. Slowly, he leans into the tofu wing, like he’s going to kiss it. It’s a strange sight, really. He eventually takes a bite. As soon as he does, he looks a little dead inside. He slowly closes his eyes, drawing his eyebrows together. “Why, God? Why?”

Upon seeing this, you burst into laughter, your face slowly reddening from laughing so hard. You don’t outwardly express much emotion around anyone but Nat, but Tony’s done it for you. Gasping for air, you try to explain what happened to Peter only to end up giggling again.

Then you see everyone staring at you, and you quickly dial it down. Were you being too much? You purse your lips, taking another bite of your wing as you try to hide your face with your hair.

Peter’s lips are parted as he watches you. Breathily, he says, “Could you do that again?” His hands shake a little as he takes another bite. You turn to look at him, eyes widened slightly.

“Natasha and I are going to go get real dinner. Have fun, kids,” Tony quickly stands, turning to give Natasha a look. She nods slightly, getting up. You look at her, not knowing where to stay or join them.

Nat’s lips curve into a small smile and she winks before turning away with Tony. You stare after her and then turn to look at Peter. Why are you so nervous? Are your hands supposed to be sweating? You can’t focus on anything else, and you don’t know why. On the exterior, you appear normal, except for the fact that you’re shamelessly staring at him. He catches you and his cheeks turn the unnatural red color of the sauce covering the wings.

It’s almost as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just you and Peter, in this booth, a few feet away from each other. Everything is muffled in comparison. Were just too busy all the time to notice how much he genuinely adored you? You catch his shy gaze and find yourself leaning in against your own will. Your heart pounds faster than it does when you do your high-intensity cardio.

He tilts his head to the side to meet your lips, but it never happens. As your lips brush his, your phone starts ringing. You open your eyes and look at him. He shakes his head and smiles. “Take it. It’s okay.” You smile apologetically back at him and pick up.

“Cap, I was kind of…in the middle of something. Yeah. Later. Bye.” You finally turn back to Peter, cheeks rosy. Slowly, you reach out to take his hand. He accepts yours gratefully and interlaces his fingers with you, barbeque sauce and all.


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Hang Out- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

Hey guys! So this one ended kind of short, but I really like how it went so I didn’t want to force more! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warning: None

Anon request: idk what the other friends w benefits request is but could you do one where youre friends w benefits w andre and one day he shows up unannounced while you were in your pjs with a face mask on and getting ready to watch your fav show or something so youre like uh… sorry not tonight but he doesnt actually want sex he was just feeling sad and didnt want to be alone or something and then its fluffy and cute?


              You were not expecting the knock on the door. So you were not expecting to need to be decent to open said door.

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anonymous asked:

Cap already apologized to tony? I don't understand the hate cap got from civil war he did what he thought was right just as tony did 👀not to mention his motivation for half the movie was to stop a bunch of super soldiers getting set free that pretty legit Like I get the parent thing is messed up but tony did try to murder his best friend which is also pretty messed up so tony isn't innocent in this scenario and then cap was the bigger man and reached out to tony and gave him a phone so

Ohhhh boy, alright, here we go.

First of all, his “apology” was bullshit.  You know when somebody hurts you, and they say “sorry you got hurt” but not “I’m sorry I hurt you”? THAT is Cap’s letter to Tony, in a nutshell.  Let’s go through the whole text:

I’m glad you’re back at the compound, I don’t like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself. We all need family. The Avengers are yours, maybe more so than mine. [The Avengers are clearly not “Tony’s”, since most of them sided with Cap]. I’ve been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere – even in the Army. [Talking about himself and his own problems to try to get sympathy in a letter that should be an APOLOGY] My faith is in people, I guess. Individuals. [But not the democratically elected governments of those individuals?  What about Charlie Spencer, who was killed in Sokovia and whose mother, Miriam, wanted someone to be held accountable?  What about the thousands and thousands of civil servants and gov’t officials who worked on the Accords over the span of 2 years and the 150+ countries who approved them?] And I’m happy to say for the most part, they haven’t let me down. Which is why I can’t let them down either. [He refused to even consider the Accords which, again, were wanted by most people] Locks can be replaced, but – maybe they shouldn’t. [This doesn’t even make sense in this context.  Steve’s actions didn’t break any locks. The Accords still got passed, just without his approval, which means nothing in a legal context] I know I hurt you Tony. I guess I thought – by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but… I can see now I was really sparing myself. I’m sorry. [This is the one good point in this letter, but then it is followed by…] Hopefully one day you can understand. [One day you can understand???? Understand WHAT? That Steve selfishly and hypocritically kept the BIGGEST SECRET of Tony’s life from him? For more than a year??] I wish we agreed on the Accords, I really do. I know you were only doing what you believe in [this makes it seem like this is all Tony’s fault. Steve was only doing what he believed in too - that doesn’t make him right], and that’s all any of us can do, it’s all any of us should.  [No, because sometimes, there’s this thing called compromise, and obviously, Steve has never heard of it]. So no matter what, I promise if you — if you need us. If you need me, I’ll be there.

But moving on.  Steve’s position about the Accords in CACW is so problematic, but, since you didn’t really mention the Accords, I assume you understand that.  But I’ll talk about it a little more (because it infuriates me).

Steve does not understand modern-day politics.  That is through no fault of his own - there’s a whole lot of nuance, and he did sleep through 70 years of it.  5 years is not enough to catch up on almost a century of developments in regulation, globalization, and international diplomacy.  Tony, on the other hand, DOES understand modern-day politics.  He has juggled the American government and the military in every single Iron Man movie (Iron Man 2 especially), and he clearly understood and read the Accords in CACW.  Tony may not trust the American government or Ross (just like Steve), but he DOES trust the international community and the UN (which, for some reason, Steve does not?).

Steve thinks that the Avengers - a predominantly American based, PRIVATE militant organization - should be able to go into any foreign country they want to, to do anything they want, because the Avengers judge it to be right.  That is an extremely imperialist point of view, and it is downright disrespectful to other nations.  So 150+ nations agreed that they wanted the Avengers to work for them, to serve the WORLD, not just America, and Steve just…doesn’t agree with that.  And, I’m sorry, but Steve’s whole excuse about “people have agendas”? Yeah. Of course people have agendas. But, call me an optimist, usually people who work at the UN have agendas which benefit their own people.  If 150+ countries agreed on the Accords at the UN, you can bet that their agenda was PROTECTING THEIR OWN PEOPLE.

But anyway. I’m digressing.

The biggest problem with Steve’s defense of Bucky in CACW is that it is completely flawed.

He finds Bucky in Bucharest - where he has just been living his life - and forces him into the spotlight.  I don’t know if Bucky would have come quietly if Steve hadn’t been there and escalated the situation, but it’s certainly possible.  Then, even though Steve says that a kill-order was put out against Bucky, the soldiers take him in WITHOUT KILLING HIM.  Sure, the conditions he’s held in aren’t great, but, at the time, he was a suspected terrorist.  By the time Bucky and Steve arrive at the airport with the rest of Team Cap, THEY BOTH KNOW about the other winter soldier threats.  Tony comes and TALKS TO THEM, gives them a chance to come in.  And here’s the part that really matters.

Steve does not - and has never - trusted Tony.

If this threat was really as dire as Steve believed, then why didn’t he tell Tony?  Why didn’t he TRUST Tony enough to ask him for help?  Clearly Steve thought that Tony was in cahoots with Ross or something, which shows how little Steve knows about Tony’s character.  As evidenced by Tony’s later actions in the movie, he was completely willing to fuck Ross and come to Cap’s aid in the face of such a threat.  Why didn’t Steve know this?  Because he does not trust Tony.  Not since Ultron (which was not solely Tony’s fault.  For some reason, Steve doesn’t blame Wanda (who put the thoughts into Tony’s head), or Bruce (who had just as much to do with Ultron as Tony) for that incident).

This is also why Steve did not trust Tony enough to tell him about his parents.  Tony is a reasonable man.  Imagine if Steve had set Tony aside one day - FAR AWAY FROM BUCKY, AND THE VIDEO TAPE - and told him gently, as a friend, what had happened to Howard and Maria.  Tony would have been upset - he would have been sad, and angry, and maybe even violent - but his friend would have been there to calm him down and get him help and support.  Bucky would have been safe, Tony would have the help he needed, and Steve would have acted like a good friend to both of them.

Instead, Tony was given this information at the worst possible time.  He not only had to find out that his parents were murdered - he had to WATCH.  With the killer (mind control or not) less than 5 feet away.  Do you know how traumatizing that must have been?  Of COURSE Tony lashed out.  He’s a man with severe PTSD, a guilt complex, and anxiety and depression.  OF COURSE he fucking attacked Bucky.  Who would be thinking in their right mind in that moment??? But instead of just trying to defend Bucky and calm Tony down, Steve ACTIVELY tried to harm Tony - culminating in him slamming his shield down on Tony’s arc reactor, his MOST VULNERABLE PLACE (which undoubtedly caused even more trauma) and then LEFT HIM ALONE IN SIBERIA.

I’m not saying that Tony was perfect in CACW.  He should have actively distanced himself from Ross as much as possible, especially in front of hte other Avengers.  He should have communicated with the Avengers more, and he shouldn’t have brought Peter to Germany.

But Steve’s entire reasoning in that movie was objectively wrong and harmful.  And the fact that he still does not understand that (as evidenced by his “apology letter”) is very concerning.


- Why am I your teacher?

Because it was decided by fate when I first met you, Teacher. I meet people I don’t know every day while doing quick-delivery. They all have nothing to do with me and I have no interest in them either. But you, Teacher, said that you’d like to hear my performance more. You observed what kind of a kid I am and asked how I was living. You also performed with me. That day my soul was born again..





Apart from that awesome encounter :D I got to see a lot of cool cosplays and events and truly thank you to my friend for being kind enough to take me and paying for me :3 ALSO I SAW A YONDU FANART AND LITTERALLY SCREAMED “OMG MY BAAAAEEEE!” EVERYONE LOOKED AT ME WEIRD AGAIN XD AND JUST CONTINUED TO MY FRIEND “LIKE SORRY GUYS I HAVE TO BUY THIS CAUSE MY POSSI NEEDS HIS FACE IN MY ROOM!” AND MY OTHER FRIEND WAS LIKE “oOOOH I GET YOU WANNA SMASH HIM!!” XD AND SO YEEEEAHHH I GOT IT!!!