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the hair tie || jj x reader

summary: one morning on the HMS Pogue you notice something new on JJ’s wrist and ask him why it’s there. 

warnings: a few mentions of abuse

requested: noooooo - but they’re open! 

One day he started wearing a hair tie on his wrist. 

You noticed it when you were on the HMS Pogue one October morning. They all decided to watch the sunrise on the boat. John B liked to start fishing early and loved dragging the rest of the pogues along. Pope would bring some kind of study material to read on the boat ride through the marsh. Kie normally put headphones in her ears wanting to drown out Sarah’s tired groans and JJ’s snores. You had a coffee in one hand and were running your fingers through JJ’s hair with the other. The morning air sent a shiver down your spine and was crisp against your face. Most mornings JJ was ready to fish with John B, but his dad had been in a worse mood lately. Which meant a lot of long nights filled with anxiety or walking to the Chateau at 3am. 

You moved your hand to play with the hair at the base of his neck. It never failed to put him to sleep and keep him asleep and it was the least you could do. You always wished you could do more. Always wishing you could take away the pain - emotional and physical. 

You sipped some of your coffee and looked down at the boy sleeping on your legs. His head was laying over his arms as he sat on the floor of the boat. You couldn’t remember how he ended up in this position as your brain was fuzzy this early. But it allowed for the perfect position to drink your coffee and make sure he stayed asleep as long as possible. 

You noticed a small black hair tie wrapped around his wrist just under his sweatshirt. Sure, his hair was long, but never long enough to keep a hair tie around his wrist. Meanwhile, your hair was the longest it had ever been, just past the shoulders, but you always wanted your hair up for one reason or another. 

You gently nudged JJ awake so he could catch the beginning of the sunrise. He came to sit next to you and pulled you into his arms. The sky was every different color orange and pink you could think of. It was a sight that never got old. 

“J,” your voice quiet, your fingers traced his new black bracelet, “Since when have you used a hair tie?” a chuckle escaped your lips.

A small smile graced his face and he sighed, his grasp around you pulling you a little closer, “Well, do you remember that night at The Wreck a few weeks ago?” he paused for a second, not really needing a response, moreso sitting in the memory that was insignificant to you, but clearly big to him. “You asked Kie and Sarah if they had something you could tie your hair up with and they didn’t have anything.” The memory came back to you. You remembered fussing about how you hated the feeling of your hair down during meals. “You said it was ‘unsanitary’,” he laughed. God, how you loved that smile. “In that moment I wished I could have helped you or been the one to magically pull a hair tie from my pocket.” his eyebrows scrunched together in sadness. “But I couldn’t do that for you." 

"J,” He pulled your legs on top of his, running his hand over your shins. “You don’t-”

“I know I can’t give you as much as a Kook could,“ he paused, his eyes glistened with the tears that were forming, "But I don’t want you to ever stop needing me,” he looked directly into your eyes. 

You had never seen him in this way before. All at once you felt like you could see the pain of his life come to the surface and the desperation to make sure you never left was clear. He didn’t have to say anything else. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. 

The hair tie. It was something so insignificant that it didn’t even occur to you how big it was to him. He wanted to make sure the next time you were without, he was able to provide. Never in your life had you met someone like JJ. Never would you want to be without JJ. 

"And here I thought it was your way of telling me you were shooting for a man bun.” you smiled against his lips which elicited a laugh from him. He held you tighter and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

And in that moment, you realized that even for the simplest things, you would always want and need JJ Maybank. 

fix you | p.p

summary: after fighting mysterio, peter comes back to you in need of a little fixing up; both physically and mentally. stark!reader.

wc: a short, sweet, little bit teary-eyed 900

masterlist | insp.

when your phone rang and you saw peters name pop up along with his contact picture, you didn’t even hesitate to grab your phone as quick as you could, scaring sam in the process as you threw down your uno cards.

“hello?”

“hey, uh… can i get a ride?”

his voice was shaky, his breathing quick, and with no more than thirty seconds into the phone call, you could tell that something was wrong. the way that your stomach twisted with every word that left his mouth just confirmed your thoughts. 

“where are you? i’ll come get you.” 

at this point, you were looking at happy, who was already going to get the jet ready for takeoff. 

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I’ve been playing Sims a lot lately so I made an avengers game and it consists of three households

Household 1:

Tony

Pepper

Morgan

Peter

Harley

Rhodey

Natasha

Clint

Household 2:

Steve

Sam

Bucky

T'Challa

Shuri

Carol

Maria

Monica

Household 3:

Thor

Bruce

Loki

Valkyrie

Okoye

Scott

Hope

Cassie

I’ll keep you guys updated.

hi, I love your writing!! Okay si fluff concept: with promts 96,35 and 5 :))))

Safe- JJ Maybank

Summary- After a long day JJ seeks comfort in you once he realizes he can't sleep by himself.

Word count: 792

Warning: mentions of mental and physical abuse. Tears :(

5:  “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

35: “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

96: Here, take my blanket.”

Y/n/n: your nickname

Y/n: your name

Your eyes flew open at the sound of your window lock popping open, a thumping sound echoed. Grabbing the closest thing you could grab, your hands clutched your bedside table lamp, ready to hit the intruder.

"Y/n! Y/n, it's me!" A familiar voice spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows together. Flicking the light on, your heart dropped at the sight of JJ Maybank. "Did you seriously just climb through my window? On the second floor?"

Placing your light back on the table, you walked towards the boy who had his head hung low. Walking up to him, you gently held the bottom of his chin, making you look at him. Your mouth slightly falling open at the sight of a gash above his eyebrow.

"He did this, didn't he?" You questioned, already knowing how his father had a past of being abusive to the boy. He didn't speak, nodding his head. "I can't sleep, can I stay here?" He quickly asked, obviously scared to go back home.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Come on let's get you cleaned up." You held his hand in yours, leading him to your bathroom. He sat on the ledge of the tub, watching you dip a face rag in warm, soapy water.

A soft sob erupted from JJ's mouth, making you turn your head to look at him to see his hands hiding his face. You got on your knees in front of him, holding both of his shoulders.

"Hey, hey JJ I'm right here. You're safe, he can't hurt you." You mumbled, pulling him into your chest. "He didn't- didn't stop throwing insult after insult. Every god damn day is insults and fighting." You squeezed your eyes shut as you held him close to you.

You whispered soft, supporting words, rocking back and forth trying to calm him down. "It's okay, I got you." You whispered, pressing a kiss to his for forehead. "You make me feel safe." He whispered, sniffing. You didn't let go until you the felt hot tears on your chest disappear.

Pulling away, you held his chin again, "I'm sorry if this hurts." You apologized quickly. You gently swiped the rag across his wound, washing off dried blood and anything else.

He took in small details as you cleaned his wound. How dialated your pupils were as you focused on him. How your eyelashes just barely touched the bottom of your eyebrow. He never noticed just how beautiful your eyes were. He couldn't help but softly grin at how your to tongue was ever so slightly sticking out.

He flinched, flinging his body away from your hand. "I know, I know, I'm sorry." After you cleaned his cut, you washed the rest of his face, letting him melt into your touch.

Grabbing a special cream for cuts, you gently dabbed a splotch on, watching his face contort in pain at the stinging sensation. Unwrapping a pokemon band aid, you lifted it up, only to have him push your hand back down to inspect the band aid. "Fuck yeah, it's Charmander." He laughed, breaking the glum feeling in the room.

"Perfect match for you, Maybank." You grinned, sealing the band aid down on his cut. "And there you go. Good as new." JJ jumped up from his spot, wrapping you in a tight hug. His arms found their way around your neck, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"You know you're always welcomed here." You mumbled into his chest, earning a kiss on your head. "Let's try to get some rest." He released you a you led him back to your bed.

You took your spot closest to the wall, patting the seat next to you for JJ to join. He climbed in next to you, his arm resting underneath your head as he pulled you close to him.

Your arm rested on his chest, drawing soft shapes on his shirt knowing that was something that calmed him down when he needs it. His body shuttered, reaching over you to close the window he unlocked. "Here, take my blanket."

You passed him the blanket that was pooled at your feet. Pulling the blanket up, you covered both your bodies. "You make me warmer than that." He mumbled, intertwining his legs with yours.

You tilted your head up to see him looking down at you with a smile. "You're the best y/n/n." You pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, snuggling your face onto his chest. You watched as his eyelids fluttered shut, hearing the shallow breaths coming out of his mouth. JJ was finally able to sleep, feeling safe and secure knowing you were in his arms now, and you were gonna be in his arms when he's awake.

You rested your ear on his pectoral, listening to the soothing beat of his heart. Grinning to yourself, you whispered, "goodnight JJ." Before allowing yourself to fall asleep in the arms of JJ Maybank.

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Warning!! Major Spoilers for Infinity War ahead!!!

Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter Reader

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Can’t explain how much I love this

So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

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