The Fact That Nancy Can't See That Her Son Needs Help Get Me So Angry! Like I Know That Must Be Difficult

Crying screaming throwing up 😭😭 KISS YOU FOOLS!

Would you be willing to do hide from the prompt list with Steve?

your wish is my command ♥ sorry, it's a bit angsty cause i'm feeling down today

[HIDE; Allowing the smaller friend to hide in the bigger friend’s jacket, arms closed around them and the smaller one’s face tucked close. ]

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You lean against the wall, hugging yourself in hopes of warding off the cold. And God, it is cold. Your breath creates little white clouds, but the cold isn't as bothersome as the anxiety that's been squeezing your throat minutes ago.

"What are you doing here?" asks Steve, a step away from joining you. He rubs both hands together, seeking some kind of warmth. "It's freezing out here."

Steve is a good friend — the best. It's always been hard for you to talk, especially about your own feelings, and with Steve sometimes it feels like you don't even have to. He seems to be able to read your thoughts, to always know when to give you space, when to make sure you're not alone.

You hope that's not true, though. That he's not able to read your thoughts, that is. You don't want him to know a few in particular, the ones you have when you say something that makes him laugh, truly laugh, the kind that has him throwing his head back and making the most wonderful sound in the world. Or when Steve squeezes you into a hug and his scent seems to linger on you for the rest of the day. Or when…

Well, better stop there.

The sound of your name makes you turn your head to look at him. "Hmm?" you ask.

"Are you cold?"

You rub your own arms. Except for your hands, you're not feeling that cold, but it was definitely warmer inside the house. Too warm, somehow. Suffocating.

"I'm not taking your jacket," you say, already all too familiar with Steve's kindness and the way his ridiculously nice brain works. He gives so much to others that someone needs to remind him that he is also a person with needs like everyone else.

"But-"

"No."

Steve takes your hands between his and blows hot air into them. "You look like you're cold."

You're not — well, at least you don't feel like you are. It feels like you're burning hot right now, this close to him.

He doesn't let go of your hands. Instead, his fingers close around your wrists and he gently pulls you closer.

"Come here," he whispers, and you let him wrap your hands around his own waist, under his jacket, fluffy and warm and incredibly cozy. You enjoy the feeling of his chin resting on top of your head, of his hands rubbing your back slowly. "Better?" he asks.

You let your eyes close for a moment, hugging him a little tighter.

"You're my favorite person," you whisper against his chest, kind of hoping he won't hear.

Of course, he does.

"Oh, I think I'm going to need this in writing," Steve says, and you can pretty much hear the smile in his voice. "Just wait until I rub that in Eddie's face."

He feels your laughter in his chest, as if it were inside his heart. Maybe it is.

After a moment, he whispers against your hair, "You're my favorite person too."

Nobody deserve.

• “i hate steve rogers” • "bucky barnes is a villain” • "black widow doesn’t deserve her own movie” • "tony is the bad guy in CW”

Roger is so precious! His voice is just awesome!

17 years old Roger Taylor singing I Feel Good in 1966 🤩

I'm in love with his voice!

this is so beautiful dsfjkfdls

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TO STAY | BAKUGOU KATSUKI 

pairings: Bakugou x g/n!reader

summary: If the doctor says you need skin-to-skin contact, then you need skin-to-skin contact.

from the writer: this was supposed to be a cute warm-u-up kinda thing

genre: injury fluff, hurt/comfort (?)

wc: 1k

notes & warnings: reader has cold based quirk, skin-to-skin contact, reader gets injured, not exactly romance but… yeah

“(Hero Name)!” Your eyes draw attention to the voice, and your body starts to move on instinct to the call of your name until you see the smile of an officer. “Thank you for your help. We really couldn’t have done it without you.” You nod in appreciation, still kneeling on the ground littering in the ruins of a building that was, thankfully, empty for the most part.

You blink slowly, exhaustion overcoming you. Your torso folds over your legs to cover your forearms, hidden from the eyes of other pro-heroes that had arrived on the scene to help keep the crowds back and clean up, and yet, there is one that defies them all as the fall of their footsteps ring in your ears, getting closer until you see hints of orange among black. “Hey,” You look up at him. “Why the fuck are you still keeling on the ground like a fucking pill bug?”

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These are the most precious pictures that I ever have seen

© @clashpistols

Suddenly remembered of Preacher, a good serie with a good season one. How it is now?

I want a romance like that 🥺 so cute. Marc is such a big baby 🤭

Magic Kisses

Steven Grant x GN!Reader x Marc Spector

Summary: When Marc and Steven fall and hurt themselves, you know exactly what will make them feel better.

Word Count: 1,434

Warnings: Mentions of cuts and bruises from minor injuries, a bit of suggestive language, kissing, lots of fluff. Also no pronouns are used for the reader, but the reader is implied to have longer hair.

a/n: This is based before they’re aware of Jake. That’s why he doesn’t make an apearance this time. But even without him, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Marc cursed loudly as you cleaned the large cut on his hand with disinfectant. “That hurts you know!” He hissed trying to rip his hand out of your grasp. You rolled your eyes, firmly holding it in place as he whined at you like a child. This was probably the fifth time he’d done so.

“Oh hush, you big baby. I’m almost done,” you teased, the corners of your lips twitching as they threatened to smile. He huffed at you and rolled his eyes just as you had. “That’s what you said ten minutes ago,” he mumbled in a grumpy sounding voice, though you could hear that he was also slightly teasing.

Now you smiled and laughed out loud. “Marc, baby, I’ve only been cleaning you up for five minutes at most.” He grumbled but didn’t disagree. “Besides, it’s not my fault you and Steven got into a fight with the sidewalk.”

You laughed at his gaped open mouth at your apparent audacity to say such a thing. “First of all, how dare you,” Steven said now getting in on the conversation, “I didn’t have anything to do with that. It was Marc’s fault we fell. He was too busy staring at your-” “Shut up, Steven,” Marc forcefully butted in, a faint blush settling into his cheeks.

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Edit: I cried while a class. It's a class where I don't understand nothing that the teacher says, I become stressed and anxious. But I think that I'm better now. Besides that I did some organization in the topics of my presentation and some others little things.

Theoretically day 2 of productivity

I don't remember when I did post the last day of productivity (I think that I will start to putting the date in this), but I can assegure that I was so much productivity these days. Just Saturday morning I was in a reunion with some colleagues and we did some work and that's it.

Today I'm being a lot more productive. Here is 12:25pm and I already had biology's class and did some addiction to a portfolio that my teacher asked. At 1:00pm I will have another class and after that I hope to re-read an article and make some notes to my presentation.