puts hands on face and hides under a rock

imagine tony hiding his face in steve’s neck when he’s sick or tired or sad. just coming and dropping his face there without saying anything, pressing into steve’s skin and twisting his hands in steve’s shirt and breathing shakily.

and steve says softly, ‘oh, darling,’ and puts his arms around tony and holds him close. he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, not yet, just holds tony there and pets the back of his neck with a gentle finger and rocks him a little bit. one hand sneaks under tony’s t-shirt to find the warm soft skin, and steve draws light comforting little patterns there with his fingertips.

it doesn’t really matter if tony’s here because he’s sad or sick, or just tired of everything. what matters is that steve’s there. he’s always going to be there, as long as tony needs him.

he kisses tony’s hair, and tony curls in even closer to the heat of steve’s body. ‘i’ve got you,’ steve says. ‘i’ve got you.’

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The Incident

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1,532

Warnings: i think there’s one curse word. Secondhand embarrassment.

Summary: ( Hey I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader bumps into Peter and she gets coffee on her shirt so she has to wear his sweatshirt to school to cover it up? Or something along the lines of that? And maybe ned and Michelle could think that they’re together or something, idk. (oh, and the reader has a HUGE crush on Peter) requested by @dkcoendjehwbd

A/N: I did it! finally posted when i said i would, sort of. It’s 12 something in the morning and I’m tired as hell, but I did it! If this seems choppy, I’m sorry. I forgot how to write fluff.  And this is not proofread. Also, I didn’t add Ned and Michelle. I hope that’s okay! Enjoy!

Spring was your favorite time of year for one reason: the weather. Like today, for example. It was one of the first times this year where you felt like you could comfortably wear a tank top without wanting five other layers keeping you warm.

You happily walked down the street, enjoying the sun on your skin on your way to get some coffee before heading to school, when you saw a familiar mop of brown hair entering the same coffee shop you were heading to.  Oh boy. This is fine. Just act normal, Y/N. You started to panic for a second before you told yourself, you will not freak out just because your crush is going to the same coffee shop as you today.

Shaking it off and make your way into the coffee shop, breathing in the smell delicious coffee as you got in line. You looked at the line in front of you and were happy to find that there were only two people in front of you, one of which included Peter.

You fidgeted as you stood behind Peter, who was currently bopping his head to the beat of the music coming from his headphones, watching in adoration as he started to move his whole body with the music only he could hear. And with the added bonus of him wearing the Midtown sweater today, and him dancing, it made your heart squeeze painfully at the sight.

As much as you had been trying to deny it, you had been seriously crushing on him for the past year, but never got the courage to say anything to him. And you were blissfully unaware that he felt the same about you.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Peter stepping up to order, or the barista asking you what you wanted. You came back when the person behind you tapped you on the shoulder. You looked in front of you and saw that you were next in line with an annoyed barista. Your face flushed bright red as you mumble an apology to the person behind you. You rushed up to the counter and quickly gave your order, apologizing as you do so.

After a couple minutes, you had your coffee in your hands, and, still embarrassed, you kept your head down as you walked towards the door, unaware that Peter was still in the shop. Unaware of him until you walked right into him managing to spill your coffee onto your tank top with a shout of surprise. Oh god, why me. You thought, gasping from the heat of the coffee on your skin. You quickly looked up and saw that it was Peter that you bumped into. That fact making you want to hide under a rock. And never come out.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You hear Peter exclaim as he spins around, mortified, staring at your soaked shirt.

With a bright red face, you quickly reassure him, “No! No, it was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m the one that should be apologizing.” You glare down at your shirt, tugging on your shirt with one hand while you went over and put your empty cup in the trash.

“Hey, can you get me some napkins? I gotta try to get this dried out before I get to school.” You ask, starting to freak out because realized what just happened.

“Oh, yeah! Of course! I’ll be right back.” Peter says, rushing off.

As you watch him jog to the napkin dispensary your thoughts start to become increasingly louder and more panicked Did I seriously just spill my coffee, on my shirt, in front of Peter?! Oh my god. You feel your face burning with embarrassment as he comes running back with what looks like enough napkins to fill an entire dispensary. Despite the embarrassment still clutching at your heart, you can’t help but let out a snort of amusement.

“I think I went a little over board with this, but here you go.” Peter hands you the napkins and nervously stands there, feeling like he could be doing something more than just getting you napkins.

“Thank you, Peter.” You mumbled, distracted by the stain on your shirt. Not noticing Peter’s shocked expression. His crush knows his name. His crush knows his name. He purses his lips in an attempt not to smile with that information.

“It’s no use.” You sigh, defeated. You looked at your watch and knew you didn’t have enough time to go back home to change. Damnit.

“Thanks for the help, Peter. Sorry again for bumping into you.” You look down and bit your lip, your good day ruined. “Well, this is gonna annoy me all day” you mutter. Oh well.

You look up and smiling softly at Peter, “Well, I’m gonna go, got school to go to and all that.” And with and awkward head bop, you quickly move to leave and still get to school on time.

You’re just starting to walk down the sidewalk, when you hear Peter call your name.  Eyebrows raised in surprise, you turn around and see peter jogging towards you, sweatshirt off and in his hands.

“H-hey.” Peter stuttered, losing his confidence as he stared into your beautiful eyes. You blush under his intense gaze, “Hi. Is everything okay?” You ask, confused as to why he’d still want to talk to you.

“Um… Y-yeah, I thought you could borrow my sweater for the day?  I figured you didn’t really walk around all day with a big coffee stain on the front of your shirt.” He muses, a little confidence making its way back. Which is the reason he says these words, “Plus I’d be going through the day knowing you’re wearing my sweater.” The second those words make it out of his mouth, he wants to take them back. Why would I say that? Oh my god, she’s going to hate me oh my god. I’m so stupid. WHY. Peter’s mind starts to plague him with thoughts of you hating him. I blew it.

Meanwhile, your mind goes blank for a second because of that comment. Did he really just say that? You try to get a good response together, but end up just making an embarrassing high pitched noise.

You clear your throat and try again, “What?”

You look at Peter’s bright red face as he tries to say something, “It’s just that… Um… you’re very pretty?” he gulps, “AndI’vehadacrushonyouforawhilenowpleasedon’thateme.” He says in one breath, looking down at his feet, internally screaming.

You swear you’re getting whip lash from everything he just revealed, your breathing speeding up.

What?!” You shriek, oh shit that was out loud. You stare at Peter with wide eyes, “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

You can see Peter’s chest move rapidly as he whispers, “I like you.” He grimaces at you as he waits for your response.

You feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven, and the smile that takes over your face is proof of that.

“Well, that is great news, my friend. Because I like you too!” You watch as Peter deflates with happiness, a smiles gracing his adorable face.

“But… Are you sure about the sweater? I can just suffer through the day without it.” You think about the embarrassment you’ve already gone through in the last 15 minutes… “On second thought, maybe it’s best of I use it for today.” You chuckle.

“Oh, um… Yeah. Here you go.” Handing you his sweater, he shuffles awkwardly, shy in the aftermath of you telling him you like him, he’s not sure what to do.

“Thanks, Pete.” You say as you pull you backpack off to put the sweater on. You inhale as you put it on, dying at the fact that you are putting on Peter Parker’s clothes.  After getting everything situated, you smirk at Peter,  throwing your hands out in a ‘ta-da!’ fashion, “Everything as you hoped it’d be?” Peter blushed, “Shut up.”

You laughed and turned around to walk to school, already prepared for the fact that you’d be late. You look over your shoulder and see that peter was still in the same spot. You called out, “You coming? We got school to get to!” You see Peter shake his head and walk up to where he was in step with you, smile still on his face.

After a, slightly awkward, silence, you decide to address something, “ So, Peter… what are you doing  tonight? Would you be interested in trying out this new Thai place by my place?” slightly shocked at the confidence you had, you stared at the ground in front of you, a confused expression on your face.

You could feel Peter’s eyes burning a hole in your head as he processed what you said. “Yeah! I’d love to, Y/N. We’ll work out the details later?”

Your eyes darted to his, and you bit your lip, in an attempt to stay calm, “Awesome. That sounds good to me.”

With that settled, you both relaxed and headed to school, talking about anything that came to mind.

Today wasn’t as ruined as originally you thought.  

TAGLIST: @thatspiderbaby @captaincalliemae @baka-chanismyname @babyfairybaekhyun @trickyholland @digicharr @mamanewta5 @artsysad

anonymous asked:

Junkrat and S/O going on a date at the beach.

(Did someone say  b e a c h  e p i s o d e)

-Jamie didn’t prepare for this beforehand, just decided that “it’s a good beach day”

- They arrive so much later than expected because he wanted to get lots of good snacks (mostly junk food)

-He lays the towel in the shade. No umbrella, just a single towel and your snacks- He likes feeling warm, dry sand on his toes, but he loves the sand thats squishy and damp the most.


- No I’m serious he could crab hunt for hours. He likes finding a bunch of little crabs and gently putting them in your hands and taking pictures and seeing how many are hiding under big rocks. This boy loves small crabs.

- Wears stupid swim trunks

- SUN FRECKLES (mostly on his shoulders, upper arms and face)

- Doesn’t want to swim (and honestly he kind of can’t with his prosthetics), but will sit on the dock with you or sit on the shore with his head turned away from the water and let waves splash onto his back; he says it feels nice. He also thinks it’s funny

- wet sand fights

- you will be picking sand out of his hair for weeks

- Likes to sculpt and draw with you in the sand

- Sometimes the beach makes him sappy, usually at sunset. He gets all gushy for a few minutes and then kisses you a lot

- Probably nails you in the face with wet sand 0.2 seconds later, completely ruining the mood

- Goes home with you feeling satisfied but very tired

- Will allow (beg) you to help clean him up, there’s so much sand everywhere and it would take forever to get it all out alone

- Will wash your hair for you as thanks

Good Morning, Son

Oh no! It’s long! But it was fun! It’s a fic about Saitama’s possible family.

I encourage you to listen to “Still Fighting It” by Ben Folds after reading this. I didn’t realize until I was creating the title that the song really hits some of the points I was going for. That’s right, I almost made myself cry just now. WHAT THE HECK.

Also, realization after writing this: I subconsciously was inspired by Rose Quartz from Steven Universe. Didn’t even realize it until I was looking at SU stuff after writing and was like OH DANG.

If this were an episode, it would be called, “THE WORLD’S BEST PARENTS.”

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anonymous asked:

Hyy! Happy new year :) can you write about a shy Joshua trying to confess his feelings towards you, Ft. Other members ruining the whole cute moment in the end? Thank you 😊

Joshua had been planning it for a long time, confessing and all that. He had planned where he would do it, how he would do it, and how he would ensure that everything went according to his plan. The only things he didn’t know were when he’d do it, and especially where he’d get the courage to put his feelings into words when you would actually be there hearing them. It was one thing to tell Vernon (or any other member, really) how much he loved you, but a whole other thing to say it to your face.

Now he had finally gotten to some point in his plan, though, as you two were alone on a bench at the dorm’s balcony, laughing quietly at a memory you had brought up. Joshua’s eyes were soft as he observed you intently, his heart pumping warmth into his body at the way your nose was scrunching a little and the beautiful sounds of your hearty laughter.

“I can’t believe that happened,” he said amusedly, his smile widening as you agreed with him. You had both of your hands on your sides on the bench and Joshua’s eyes fell to the one closer to him.

Slowly, almost unnoticeably, he moved his hand from his side to rest on top of yours. You blinked and your bubbly laughter ceased as you looked at the hands. Joshua didn’t even flinch, surprisingly enough, and you smiled brightly at him.

“Warming me up?” you asked with a chuckle, moving your fingers underneath his so that he understood that you were talking about the hands, which he actually would have realized even without such a gesture.

His cheeks were a soft shade of pink and he was glad it was dark outside and that the balcony was very dimly lit in general. He let out a sound that signaled a positive answer and he tightened his hold on your hand.

“I…” Joshua began, almost blurting out his feelings, only to be distracted by the way you looked into his brown eyes with big, curious ones of your own. “…think your hand is a bit cold.”

You snorted and he bit his lip in frustration.

“It is, compared to yours at least. Yours is so warm it’s hard to believe the weather is as cold as it is,” you said and scooted closer to Joshua in search of more warmth. He smelled good – he always did – and you turned your hand around underneath his to interlace your fingers. Joshua was quiet, doing his best not to fully show you the way his heart was beating in his chest.

“I don’t think you wanted to talk about my hand’s coldness, though,” you mumbled and moved your other hand to play with Joshua’s fingers, eyes intently trained on the hands between you two. Joshua swallowed and he could’ve sworn his throat had never felt as dry as it did in that moment. You were fiddling with his fingers, you were incredibly close to him, and most of all, you knew he had something else to say, and it was all those put together that had him bursting with the need to tell you how he felt.

“Y/N,” he started softly and you moved your eyes back to his, expectant for him to continue. “I—“

“Ah, here you guys are! Oh my God, you’re holding hands! Guys, Joshua finally told Y/N that he loves her!”

Joshua had never wanted to both strangle Soonyoung and hide under a rock as much as he did at that moment, and he freed his hand from yours to hide his face behind them. You were blushing furiously just like Joshua was and neither of you could utter a word. Soonyoung looked at the scene before himself and after some fast connecting of the dots, he was about to just run back to the dorm, only to see that the other members were already there, storming to the balcony one by one.

“About time!” Dokyeom exclaimed and patted Joshua’s back with a bright smile, and he nodded weakly. While the members chattered around and congratulated you two, Woozi was scrutinizing you and Joshua before clearing his throat.

“Guys, I don’t think Joshua told her yet,” Woozi stated flatly and immediately brought the noise level down. Everyone froze, but as soon as they looked at you and Joshua, they realized that that was indeed the case.

“Oh wow,” Dino let out, breaking the silence momentarily. The members left the balcony in silence, leaving behind you and Joshua, him with his face still covered with his hands and you fiddling with yours.

Joshua let his hands fall to his lap and let out a short laugh as he turned to look at you.

“I really do love you,” he said, a wide smile on his lips and not a single doubt about whether or not he should say the words. The truth was out and as embarrassed as he was, he was also extremely relieved. You giggled a little and tapped your hot cheeks, trying to ease the blush at least a little bit.

“I love you too,” you said quietly, shyly moving your eyes to Joshua’s that were practically shining with joy, much like yours were. He took one of your hands from your cheek and held it gently in his.

“Even after that fiasco?” he asked with a laughter, holding your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world, and you squeezed it.

“Especially after that,” you grinned and leaned against his shoulder, a content sigh escaping your lips.

“I’m assuming the long hugs for hello and goodbye were connected to this?” Joshua asked, his smile audible in his voice. You nodded with a giggle. “Lucky for you, now you can hug me whenever you please.”

You raised your eyebrow and turned to look up at him playfully. “Come on, I could’ve done that earlier, too.”

His laugh and the soft kiss on your forehead were enough to tell you that you were correct.

- Kay

(I hope this is what you meant or that you like it anyway ;; ♥)

anonymous asked:

so i see a lot on tumblr about 21 pilots (mostly you) (always u) and i hadn't ever heard of them before so can you tell me a bit about their sound and the members and maybe some of ur fave songs and idk just the basics to becoming a fan??? thank you x

ok so basically there are two members: 

tyler joseph (singer/piano/guitar/everything pretty much except drums) and josh dun (drums/sometimes he sings i think) tyler is getting married really soon and josh was dating debby ryan but i think they broke up but i could be wrong.

fans are usually known as the skeleton clique bc tyler wears a skeleton hoodie a lot and at shows and in their guns for hands music video they use ski masks to hide their faces. also their ode to sleep music video talks about how they got started i recommend it a lot. also this is their logo:

its really hard to put them under a single genre bc they have songs like holding onto you (rap?), car radio (alt. rock/indie i guess), house of gold(idk its cute and indie/pop maybe idk), and isle of flightless birds (???? i literally dont know). so basically repeating myself they really arent any genre specifically. 

i dont not like any of their songs but rn some of my favs that i havent mentioned yet are kitchen sink, migraine(especially this version), johnny boy, fake you out, and screen (i could literally sit here and list every song but nah).

Fool's Gold (Chapter One)

Title: Fool’s Gold (Chapter One)

Pairing: Hollstein, Laferry, Zeta Society

Word Count: 8,626

Summary: Carmilla HSAU, or the one where they supervise a day care.

[A/N: carmilla hsau will be co-written with felixdawkins. Track #carmilla hsau for updates on the au and #hsau updates for chapter posts.

Can also be read on AO3.]


“We could, you know.” Carmilla looks up at her and Laura fiddles with the fabric of her jeans, “Be friends,” Carmilla stills and Laura presses on, “Would that be so terrible?”

Carmilla stares at her for a moment, “I don’t know.”

She drops Laura’s gaze and leans into the castle, picking up a stray pencil to start drawing lines on the side of the tower, an intricate cobblestone pattern being etched into the sand. Laura bites her tongue to prevent herself from spilling any unnecessary words out of her mouth, recognizing for the first time ever that some people require patience. Carmilla continues her ministrations - the inner clogs of her mind practically screaming out to Laura - but Laura remains silent, allowing Carmilla to take her time before continuing.


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