i need that on a t shirt real bad

prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff

prompt list: click here

a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x

SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN

It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.

She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.

But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.

Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.

She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.

“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.

“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”

“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.

So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.

The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.

It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.

She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.

Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.

When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.

“Who’s there?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.

“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.

“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.

Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.

“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.

On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.

“Yeah, and are you?”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.

She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.

“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.

“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.

“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.

“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.

“Tony?”

The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.

“Yes, dear?”

She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.

“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.

The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.

He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.

“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.

“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.

“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”

And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.

She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.

They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.

He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.

But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.

The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.

“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.


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anonymous asked:

People think Liam is a bad person? Why...? The only flaws I can think of that he has are maybe being a bit impulsive, emotional, and maybe needing more real-world experience outside of movies, but those are hardly terrible flaws??? If liking him despite those flaws makes me a 'Liam apologist' then *hands out Liam apologist 2kalways T-shirts.*

He butts heads with your squad occasionally (though the relationships always develop and resolve) and people claim he’s inconsistent because he has feelings and moods that change, and he’s all the things above too. Similarly to other ME characters, but Liam doesn’t get the same consideration.

And hmmm I wonder why…

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i am gonna be real for a minute the “sniffing glue won’t keep families together” shirt really ought to be on mordred but i was in the heat of the moment searching desperately for someone who needed to wear a bad tshirt and for a bad tshirt to slap on them

anonymous asked:

47 with jimon 😊( you dont have to do this if you dont have time ) You are amazing and I love your blog

47. “No one needs to know.”

There’s a lot of ways Simon thought his and Jace’s first kiss would go.

Because, let’s be real, although Simon had never actually expected it to happen, his brain loves betraying him and fantasizing about these kind of things regardless. And for some reason, he always expected it to be rough. Simon thrown against a wall after a particularly bad mission, Jace yelling at him, coming closer and closer until he would finally kiss him. Or Simon, for the first time in his life, unable to actually form any words, would grab Jace’s t-shirt in frustration and haul him into a kiss.

He never thought it would be like this: Jace’s hand on his cheek, gently lifting up his face. Jace’s eyes, showing a hint of hesitation probably for the first time in his life. Jace’s other hand, slowly coming to rest on Simon’s hip. Jace’s lips, coming closer, closer, closer, until they finally softly pressed against Simon’s.

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Dirty Little Secret || Luke OS (smut)


Pairing: Y/N | Luke
Smut: yes | no
Request: YES | you’re dating one of the guys (ashton maybe?) and Luke has a crush on you. Smut please?
Words:
3300+


It was always the same.
Since the first day Ashton had brought her to their place, Luke knew she was trouble. He could still remember how she looked that day. It was a Friday and Luke had just gotten back from class, ready to have a quiet night binge watching his favorite show with a beer and another bowl of badly cooked pasta. He wasn’t that much of a party animal, only enjoying a few social drinks every now and then. Ashton on the other hand, was always up for a night out. He would always try and get him out of the shoe box they called their apartment and sometimes, just sometimes, Luke would agree, thinking a few beers couldn’t be that bad, only to end up in the loudest club at 4am wishing he was in bed already. 

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lets talk about how I got my Bleed The Pigs merch in the mail along with an inspirational “Find GOD in your Life” DVD someone slipped in there because they thought that I needed to be saved. lmfao so I slutted up my t-shirt, it’s a dress now and I’m keeping the DVD because it’s actually pretty good. 

Shoutout to afrogrrrlxvx <3 because real recognize real and bad bitch recognize bad bitch. 

nothing-99  asked:

I have a few ideas for shamy stories but unfortunately I'm a terrible writer so here are my ideas :D( I'm from Germany.) : -shamy together sightseeing -shamy watching the northern lights -Shamy celebrating their child's birthday -Sheldon watching Amy fall asleep -Amy taking care of a sick Sheldon after he comes home from his train journey -Sheldon trying to convince Amy to dress up as (something I don't know) for comic con -Sheldon and Amy dancing at Leonard's and Penny's wedding

*drugged up Sheldon voice*  I’m baaaaccck.  Not that I was really that gone, but I rested my brain a little and here is a new story for you.

Hi.  Thanks for the prompts.  You gave me a lot of options, so I picked Sheldon watching Amy fall asleep.  I hope you enjoy.

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She glances up and freezes, pinning me with intelligent, discerning eyes—the bluest of blue that seem to see right through me. It’s as unnerving as the first time I met her. She just stares, shocked I think, and I don’t know if this is a good response or a bad response.

“Miss Steele. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Mr. Grey,” she whispers, breathy and flustered. Ah… a good response. 

“I was in the area. I need to stock up on a few things. It’s a pleasure to see you again, Miss Steele.” A real pleasure. She’s dressed in tight T-shirt and jeans, not the shapeless shit she was wearing earlier this week. She’s all long legs, small waist, and perfect tits. She continues to gape, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and tip her chin up to close her mouth. I’ve flown from Seattle just to see you, and the way you look right now, it was worth the journey.

Au Finn and Rae Get To Know Each Other (Finn's POV)

This was fun to write simply because some of the bits that I was writing from Finn’s POV made me want to laugh!

I have developed a little list of people who wanted to be tagged in this. I have also added anyone who showed any interest so if you do/don’t want to be tagged please do tell me! 

lolflash kneekeyta murderyoursoul rinncincin tinakegg 

bitchy-broken - Hi Dawn! You didn’t make me paranoid! In fact I’m glad you agreed with what I was thinking when I read it over after posting it! I am very glad you liked it xx 

Here are the previous installments….enjoy!

http://mmfdfanrinn.tumblr.com/post/96022872656/au-finn-sees-rae-for-the-first-time

http://mmfdfanrinn.tumblr.com/post/96037653746/au-rae-sees-finn-for-the-first-time

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Meet Ryan

Why I’m Here:  I’m here because I believe hope is real. Because I believe help is necessary. Because I believe that every bad night deserves the morning. Because people need other people. Because you and I are loved way beyond our own perception. Because I believe TWLOHA is a safe place to go when you don’t know where else to turn to. Because our lives shouldn’t be defined by our struggles, but who we are because of them.

Stuff I Like:  Hot sauce, hot fries, music, friends, Colorado sunsets, mountains, YouTube, longboarding, the beach, band t-shirts, Marvel movies/comics, road trips, camping, the movie theater, vinyl, my dog Daisy, my cats, my parents, my brothers, concerts, Netflix. 

I would most likely stuff the office fridge with:  Hot sauce (maybe not in the fridge), pudding, green chili, cheese sticks, vitamin water, pizza. 

If my music is on, I’m listening to: Switchfoot, Jon Foreman, twenty one pilots, Walk the Moon, Bastille, Colony House, Billy Joel, The Civil Wars, T-Swizzle (AKA-  Taylor Swift), Echosmith, Paper Route, Imagine Dragons, NEEDTOBREATHE, Noah Gundersen, Kings of Leon, Hozier, Paramore, Relient K, Rhett and Link, Ed Sheeran, Florence and The Machine, Foster the People, fun., Misterwives, Jason Mraz, or some good old Sinatra. 

Outside of the office, I’m most likely: Taking a walk, playing guitar/ukulele, in bed, watching youtube videos, on the couch, at the beach, Chipotle, at a concert, wishing I was at a concert.

If you had a free plane ticket, where would you go?  New Zealand.

If you could guest star on any TV show, what would it be and why?  Probably the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, because I love him.  Or Key and Peele, because they are hilarious. 

If you had one superpower, what would it be and why?  Time manipulation, because I am always late. 

anonymous asked:

Bug bites! and soothing and Darcy/Steve or Darcy/Bucky...I really hate bug bites, btws.

“Which do you want? Calamine or aloe?” Darcy holds up two bottles. Steve’s a little more familiar with the calamine, and he holds out his hand for the pink bottle. “Oh don’t be ridiculous, Steve, you got bit everywhere, even you can’t reach your back. Why didn’t you have the doctors do this?”

“It didn’t seem so bad a  couple of hours ago,” Steve says, “I didn’t think I really needed anything, should have healed up real quick.”

“Was that after the mutant bugs ate your shirt and started in on your skin?” Darcy blinks as she looks over the sheer expanse of Steve’s back and every one of the raised red marks, “Lie down on your stomach.”

Steve does, lies down on on her tile floor, pulling his white t shirt over his head, and Darcy takes a breath and just a moment to appreciate that Steve came here for this, when he could have gone anywhere. Anyone in the tower would gladly get their hands on Steve. “Jesus,” Darcy exhales, because his back looks torn up, “You’ve been scratching up a storm, haven’t you? That’s why it won’t heal, you just keep reopening the scabs.”

His skin his hot, his skin is paler than she thought, she wants to touch his skin with something more than just clinical appreciation. She sets to work, dotting every bite with the pale pink lotion. But there’s something bubbling inside of her and when he sighs when her fingers graze over an unbitten part of his shoulder, she has to ask, “So come to me? It can’t be my totally swank tile floor. Everyone has that.”

Some muscle or another tightens and relaxes, “If I say you were the first person that came to mind when I thought of who I wanted to touch me, would that be appropriate?”

Darcy lays her hand flat on his back, “Totally appropriate. How about I finish this part up and then we can talk before you turn over?”

“Probably a very good idea,” and Darcy can see his smile from here.

Strangers 29

Have an update! Soul Eater college AU. Beginning and previous chapters can be read here, new update can be read here or below. 

Chapter Summary: Still on vacation at Kid’s house, Maka heads into town to get coverage for her sunburn. Hot tub shenanigans, Black Star antics, and girl bonding time ahead.


Eternal gratitude to my betas professor-makabendandcurlkhaleesimaka​ and especially marshofsleep​ on this one for listening to my medication induced ramblings and taking on the brunt of my fever writing. 


Summer Came Like Cinnamon

June 2nd

Maka tries to roll over onto her stomach because her back is killing her; she curses being so fair-skinned. She had put sunscreen on, too! She figures it probably rinsed off when Soul had unceremoniously thrown her in the water, the jerk, and now he’s commandeered her hand, keeping her from getting in a more comfortable position.

How had this hand-holding started? It’s a mystery, but her arm is asleep and his hand is sweaty.

She pries their interlocked fingers apart delicately, hoping not to wake him up – or wake anyone else up for that matter. She gets her hand away and rolls over with a satisfied sigh. Soul grumbles in his sleep, but doesn’t stir. He’s face down and undoubtedly drooling, his hair plastered to his face.

She dozes off until she feels him stirring next to her; she opens her eyes cautiously to see him sitting up and trying to flatten his hair.

Soul’s bed head is not to be trifled with.

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