#lokiqueenofasgard

[matthewtkachuk]

The panic attacks are real right now. The tears are rolling. Ugh. I’m so proud of you though! Look at you go being all cool and stuff! Xx -K 🖤

oh baby :( wish i could give you a big big hug

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Yeah! I was supposed to actually visit Germany for the first time this summer but then the world went to crap. Hoping to visit soon!

Tell me if you visited and what you experienced! Ya know, if the world still exists past 2020 lmao

[imagines-r-s]

a little reminder

requested: yes by @lokiqueenofasgard​

taglist: @drewsephsmiles​

[Can someone write me a JJ x read where he’s just gassing up everything she does and he’s like “yo, you need a hype man? Cause I’ll be your hype man.” And it’s just really fluffy and cute? Cause I need that rn.]

i hope you like it, i kinda switched it up just a little

a/n: in case no one has told you today, you are beautiful and you are loved. hope you all enjoy

warnings: talk of insecurity, i think that’s it?

There were moments in the day where you felt absolutely gorgeous and on top of the world not in a cocky sort of way-but just in general. Then, there were other days where you felt at the bottom of it all, the negative thoughts running through your head bringing you down. Sometimes it was after someone made a comment about you and other times it came without warning. 

You had a bad habit of comparing yourself to your friends. Kiara and Sarah, who both were as beautiful as they came, perfect hair, perfect skin, and perfect body. You were sure they had their own insecurities, as everyone did, but they never made it seem like it. 

As you were getting ready for the plans you had with the pogues, you couldn’t help but look at yourself in the mirror, focusing on the way the bikini looked on your body. Noticing all the small imperfections, more seemed to pop up the more you looked at yourself. Everything was so noticeable and it hurt to look at yourself, but you couldn’t peel your eyes away from the mirror. 

Being too focused on the mirror, you hadn’t even realized that JJ Maybank, your best friend, had come through your front door and was on his way towards your room. You and JJ had known each other all your lives, having lived right next to each other your whole life, it was normal for him to just waltz into your house, especially considering how Luke was. 

“Look at you, babes, looking as beautiful as ever,” JJ’s voice echoed through your room breaking you from your thoughts, “I feel like you only ever wear that bikini because it’s my favorite color.”

You tried to ignore the blush that spread across your face at his statement, “yes, of course. I make all of my decisions based on what you’ll think.” You said, your arms unintentionally wrapping around your torso to hide whatever you could. “Why do you always do that?” 

“Do what?”

“Like, wrap your arms around your body and like-like try to hide it, I don’t know.”

“Oh, uh,” you stared down at the ground, letting out an uneasy laugh, “I don’t know, just habit, I guess.” JJ stayed silent for a while as you went to your dresser and pulled out your denim shorts and oversized shirt to put on over your bikini. 

“Are we going to start walking to the chateau or are you going to sit there all day, Maybank?” you looked at him waiting for his answer. “Oh shit, sorry I was thinking.”

“What about?”

“Do you think you’re beautiful? Like genuinely, if someone asked your opinion on yourself, would you force out what response they want to hear, or are you going to be honest?”

“I mean, in all honesty, I think I am, but only every once in a while. And, I’d probably bullshit an answer, you know.”

“Why don’t you think you’re beautiful? You’re literally so beautiful, you do realize that right?” JJ furrowed his brow, waiting for your answer. “I mean I guess so, but have you seen other girls? Literally, I-”

“Yes, I’ve seen those other girls, but have you looked in a mirror?” JJ’s heart broke when he heard you comparing yourself to other girls and denying what he was saying, “Here’s what I’ll do, you need a hype man, and I’m here. I’m going to tell you your beautiful as many times as you need me to until you believe it.” 

Before you could respond, you were already close to the chateau, “well, look who finally decided to show up,” John B said from the patio. “Someone just took forever to get ready, that’s all,” JJ replied without missing a beat, causing you to hit him upside the head. 

Eventually, everyone made it onto the boat and you were on your way. Once the boat had settled, everyone started getting ready to jump off the boat, except for you. It didn’t take long for JJ to notice that you were staying behind, so he simply sat next to you. “Aren’t you going to go in?” you asked the boy beside you. “I’m not going if you aren’t, beautiful.” You simply rolled your eyes in response to your best friend, “you know, you look amazing in that swimsuit, and I really would like to see it again at some point today, y/n/n.” 

You silently debated, you assumed he was just saying that, but you decided why not and got ready to jump into the water, spending the rest of the night with your friends. As the night went on, the sky grew darker, allowing the stars to be seen. Sarah started pointing out the constellations as all of you watched in awe, but while you were looking at the stars you felt a pair of eyes on you. “J, it’s rude to stare, you know.”

“Sorry, you just look stunning.”

“JJ, stop. Omg.”

“Awe, are you flustered, babes?” You simply flicked his forehead causing him to groan. You started to feel your eyes grow tired, tired from the thoughts running through your head, and everything else you did today. JJ took notice of your tiredness, telling you that if you wanted you could lay on his lap. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, the noise of your friends’ conversation slowly dimming. 

JJ focused on your face for a moment, confused simply by the fact that you didn’t see yourself in the way that he did. He thought that you were absolutely stunning. You reminded him of sunflowers, the bright color of yellow matching that of your personality, and the beauty of the flower matching that of everything else about you. He knew it was cheesy, he knew if he ever told anyone that they would call him out on how whipped he was for you, but he didn’t care when it came to you. 

“How long have they been together?” Sarah asked John B, curious as she saw how JJ looked at you and protected you throughout the day. “Oh, they’re not together,” John B responded when he saw where she was pointing to. “Wait, seriously,” Sarah was in awe when John B simply nodded, either you two were just extremely oblivious or you were just plain dumb.

When the boat came to a stop at the dock of the chateau, JJ tried to wake you up as gently as he could, leading you towards the dock. “Here, pretty girl. Jump up,” JJ said, pointing towards his back, ready to give her a piggyback ride on the way back to the chateau. Once he got into the chateau, he set you down in the spare bedroom, telling you to come and get him when you had changed. 

Once you had gotten changed into one of JJ’s shirts, you went out to the living room to get him to come back to the room the two of you had shared way too many times. “Goodnight, beautiful,” he said, kissing your forehead, before walking to the other side of the bed to lay down. Maybe JJ’s plan wasn’t that bad.

Throughout the next few days, JJ kept reminding you how beautiful you were, no matter the occasion or how bad you thought you looked at that moment. The bad thoughts in your head didn’t necessarily go away, but you were starting to feel better with yourself and how you looked. 

When you were told that there was a boneyard party this Friday, Sarah made the executive decision that she would go out to the Mainland to go shopping on Thursday, have a sleepover, and then, get ready at her house Friday. You were excited, saying as you hadn’t gone shopping in forever. 

When you got the text that Sarah and Kie were outside to pick you up, you quickly grabbed your bad, yelling goodbye to your mom, and running out the door. “Get in loser we’re going shopping.” 

The three of you got your ferry ticket to head to the Mainland and you were on your way. Sarah and Kie took the time to look through clothing items that would have made you feel awful for wearing. The colorful crop tops would show a lot of stomach, the shorts would show your thighs and stretch marks, the shirts made your arms look weird. “y/n, you have to try this on, it would look amazing on you,” Sarah said as she held a denim dress that buttoned up in the middle, that would look amazing with a simple black shirt under it. 

“Sarah, I don’t know, it’s cute, but just not my style,” you smiled sadly. “But it would look amazing on you, y/n. Plus, I know JJ wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you,” Kie added. You simply shot her a look, “I’ll try it on, but if I don’t like it, I’m buying more oversized shirts and jeans.”

Hesitantly, you asked one of the employees to open a fitting room for you. When you got into the dressing room, you hesitantly stripped out of your jeans and shirt, grabbing the black crop for under the dress, then putting on the denim dress. Looking in the mirror, the dress didn’t look right, it didn’t look bad and you knew it, but everything in your head was telling you that it didn’t look good in any way. 

“y/n, you good in there? Whenever you’re dressed we want to see,” you heard Sarah say from outside of the dressing room. You didn’t want to step out, but you knew they would be disappointed if they didn’t see it. “Oh my god. y/n, you have to buy that. And if you won’t I will for you, you look hot as hell,” Kie said, making you smile. 

Sarah and Kie both convinced you to buy the dress and shirt, saying something about wearing it to the boneyard, it was still a casual outfit, so they had a point. As you bought it, your mind immediately went to the one person who’s opinion you wanted to hear. 

When the three of you got back to Sarah’s, you all decided to start watching Criminal Minds, again. “So, y/n, what is up with you and JJ?” 

“Like the JJ on the show or Maybank?”

“Maybank.”

“Oh, uh, nothing. I don’t know what you mean, to be honest, we’re just friends.” 

“It sure seems like more than that,” Sarah added. 

“Oh no, if something happened I wouldn’t complain, but I also don’t want to mess with the dynamic that me and him have had for so long, you know?”

“Ooh, she admits it,” Kie says, giving Sarah a high five. “He’s literally in love with you, I don’t understand you two,” to which you simply denied what they said, going back to watching Criminal Minds. By the time all of you went to bed, your mind was racing. Was he actually in love with you? Why hadn’t he said anything? 

Friday night came around a lot quicker than you figured it would, anxiously tapping your foot in the back of Sarah’s car, you just watched all the trees pass by until you were parking to head to the party. All of you walked towards the bonfire where the boys usually hung out, in an attempt to find them. 

When you made it to the bonfire, you noticed how John B and Pope were there moving to open a space for Kie and Sarah, while you stood waiting for JJ. “Last time we saw him, he was getting drinks, so you might check over there and I’m sure you’ll find him,” Pope said, to which you politely thanked him. 

Making your way towards the keg, you caught the attention of people you didn’t want to talk to. “Who knew a pogue could actually clean up well,” a random kook, that you recognized as Quinn said. “Woah, who knew a kook could wear something other than a basic ass polo and random striped shorts?” you retorted. 

“I would watch your mouth, pogue,” Quinn said. 

“Oh, and what are you going to do about it?” The familiar voice of the boy you were looking for said, causing you to smile. “Hey, J, he’s not worth our time. Let’s go for a walk,” you pulled on his wrist to which he simply hesitated for a moment before following you. 

The two of you ended up walking near the beach, “are you ok? I heard what he said to you?” JJ asked concerned that Quinn might have hurt you. “Yeah, it’s funny what happens when you actually start believing people when they say you’re beautiful,” you said, causing him to stop walking and smirk at you. 

“Man, who could have possibly told you that?”

“Hmm, I don’t recall actually, but it just stuck with me,” the both of you laughed. 

“I just wanted to say you look absolutely gorgeous tonight and I’m glad what I’m doing is helping, but I plan on reminding you until we’re like 80 or something.”

“J,” he simply hummed in response,” did Kie mean it when she said you were in love with me?” JJ simply stood there, clearly debating what to do, he was starting to get flustered. “Is it a problem if it’s true? I’m not trying to mess anything up with you.”

A rush of confidence ran through you as you wrapped your arms around his neck,” well, it’s not a problem since I am too.” JJ smiled before his lips met yours softly, he pulled away only for you to kiss him again, “I love you so so much, pretty girl. I’ll be reminding you of that too, baby.”

“I’m sure you will, J. I’m sure you will.”

[outerbankslut]

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” with JJ please if you're taking requests from the list?

Flustered... JJ Maybank

Summary • Prompts—“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

Warnings • Nothing lmao

Word Count • 0.3k (Blurb)

Masterlist

(GIF by @jos-march)

JJ HAD NEVER felt like this before. But it all came around him hitting him like a truck as he made his way towards you. With girls he had spoken to before it was informal, and it was like he didn’t really care what they thought of him, but this was different, you were different. It was like you were a whole stadium of people watching him and he didn’t want to screw it up in front of their scrutinising stares.

And JJ, well, he’d never really asked anyone out. Maybe once when he was in 5th grade to the girl he sat next to in math class. But he was young then. He didn’t know how to talk to girls. But now he talked to girls all the time, so why did he feel like his heart was leaping out of his chest when your gaze met his. He tried to smile your way but it came out more of a grimace when his stomach flipped and twisted and turned on itself.

But you didn’t really notice. You just saw how he was coming your way and couldn’t help but smile nervously.

“Hey, JJ.” You said from behind the counter, your apron loosened slightly since it was near the end of your shift.

“Y/N, hi, I’m I was just wondering if you wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” He crossed his fingers tightly beneath your eye view as you quickly handed a coffee to go to the woman waiting.

You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as you turned to look at the clock on the wall behind you. Simultaneously concealing your cheeks heating from him up as well as you biting your lip to stop your urge to grin widely and to contain the small squeal that was building up in your chest.

“Yeah that would be—that would be great. I finish in 10 minutes, is that alright for you?”

Stupid question. You told yourself as you tapped your hands awkwardly.

JJ let out a relieved laugh expelling a breath of nerves and butterflies from himself as he felt the corner of his lips turn outwards and he ran a hand through his hair nodding.

“Yeah, yeah that’d be great.”

Note • This was just fluff and also is really bad cause I can’t be asked to edit it so please if it doesn’t make sense I’m sorry lmao. It’s short so it’s fine.

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[crash-cinematic-universe]

Beauty Lies in the Pockets of a Silver Jacket

pairing: peter maximoff/fem!reader

summary/request:  Hey love! So first of all, the Kit fluff that you wrote, I absolutely adored! I was wondering if you could write a Peter Maximoff fluff x reader where either he finds you wearing his Pink Floyd shirt or dyed your hair silver because you “thought his style was cool” or something like that? If not it’s okay 🖤 (PS: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH 🖤)  *AND* Okay but I also came up with another idea for peter x reader and I hope that’s okay, but what if, your watching a scary movie and you jump into his arms and can hear his heart beating abnormally fast or something like that? Sorry I’m just in a Maximoff fluff kinda mood. 🥺🖤 - @lokiqueenofasgard

warnings: smut, mostly. peter is kinda submissive

notes: ahah, 2k words. also two fics out in one day? i am. doin great

___

            ‘Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder’ is a phrase that any mildly insecure person has heard at least once before, although the true meaning behind it has been lost. It no longer means ‘beauty doesn't exist on its own but is created by observers’, instead being used to say ‘there has to be *someone* out there who thinks you’re beautiful’. Peter Maximoff has heard this phrase more times than he can count from almost any man or woman he’s come into contact with; he usually hears this after his romantic advances are rejected on the grounds of his physical appearance and sense of style. That is, every man or woman  except you. That’s because, in your eyes, Peter Django Maximoff is the hottest motherfucker on Earth. 

          Everything about Peter is attractive, at least in your eyes. His style, his personality, his physical appearance and the way he carries himself-- it’s all incredibly appealing. Peter doesn’t know you think that, however, and if he did he would most likely wholeheartedly disagree. That’s why you’ve devised a master plan; Halloween is coming up, and you decided to go as your silver companion. Then he would see that he was, in fact, very beautiful. You’d also get to embody the signature look that Peter had created for himself. It was a win-win.

            You collected the whole get up: you stole his Pink Floyd shirt, managed to find some worn-down jeans in the back of your closet, and you nabbed Peter’s goggles while he was out for a run. However, acquiring Peter’s signature silver jacket has proved to be much harder than you originally anticipated. No matter how hard you try, you can never sneak off with his jacket. He’s always wearing it, and during the rare occurrences he isn’t wearing it you never find an opportunity to grab it. Halloween was less than a week away, and without that damn jacket, you couldn’t be Peter. You had one last real chance to nab Peter’s jacket; your weekly movie night.

          Unfortunately for you, the movie Peter had selected Poltergeist; the thriller film is one of Peter’s favorites, almost guaranteeing that he would remain awake for the duration of it. If he never fell asleep, you’d have to get the jacket off of him in a different way. To make matters worse, Poltergeist scares the living shit out of you. With Halloween only two days away, your window of opportunity is closing. However, you convince yourself that another chance will present itself-- you might as well enjoy the movie, right?

          When you showed up at the Maximoff household, your mind was elsewhere. With every passing moment you looked for an opportunity to take his jacket. However, you quickly gave up once the movie began, deciding to snuggle up next to Peter in an attempt to soothe your anxiety.

          Then, as if the director was trying to give you a heart attack, someone jumps at the camera, a loud noise echoing through the room. Your muscles tense, your fight or flight triggering as you scramble into Peter’s arms. You fall into Peter’s lap, quickly gripping his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck. He laughs nervously, wrapping his arms haphazardly around you. Your ear is pressed to his skin, and there’s only one sound that you can focus on. Peter’s sporadic, rapidly beating heart. You look up at Peter’s flushed face, an odd expression of panic written all over his features. 

          You quickly pull back, shifting in Peter’s lap in order to get a better read of his features. His lip is caught between his teeth, this eyes darting away from yours. He’s rigid and tense and it looks almost as if he’s in pain.

          “What’s wrong, Maximoff?” You question, leaning forward a bit where you sat. Peter’s muscles tensed as he sucked in a harsh breath.

          “Uh, n-nothing, don’t worry about it.” He assured, his face conveying the complete opposite. He’s deliberately avoiding your eyes, but eventually you catch his gaze with your own.

          His pupils are blown to the point where the inky blackness was almost completely covering his brown irises, an underlying lust behind his corneas. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that all your movement in Peter’s lap managed to get him aroused. Peter’s cheeks burn a scarlet red, his arms coming up to hide his flustered face.

          “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to--” His voice is a rushed whimper, embarrassment evident in his words. You reach up and grab his arms, pulling them down from his face revealing his watery eyes and fearful gaze. 

          “Peter,” You leant down closer to his face, his breath hitching. You speak softly, raising your hands to brush Peter’s face gently. “I’m not angry.”

          “Y-You’re not?”

          “No, I’m not.” You smirk before shifting again in Peter’s lap, this time turning your body so that your chest is pressed against his. You intentionally grind down on his crotch causing Peter to bite down on his lip, hard. Your voice is lowered to a purr as you continue. “In fact, I think it’s kinda hot.”

          Peter's eyes widen slightly, but he shows no signs of discomfort or disinterest. In fact, his hips jerk forward at your statement. He reaches up and pulls your lips to his. The tension in the room quickly switches to need as the kiss grows more heated, Peter's hands gripping your hips as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip. You gasp slightly at the sensation and Peter takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hands move from his shoulders to his hair, your long fingers tangling in the silver strands. This isn’t exactly how you pictured the night going, but hey, you weren’t exactly complaining. 

          Peter melted like putty in your hands, with every jerk of your hips he fell deeper and deeper in a submissive state that he didn’t realize he possessed. He was on top of the world when he was settled below you, his raging boner aching in his tight jeans as he craved some form of relief. Your hands fell from his hair before slipping into his metallic jacket, quickly pushing the material off Peter’s shoulders and onto the floor. Surprisingly, the jacket didn’t cross your mind as your hands wandered under Peter’s worn-down AC/DC t-shirt. 

          Peter hesitantly pulls away from you, separating your lips with a dark blush on his face. The second Peter seemed unsure you stopped your movements, instead opting to make sure he was okay.

          “Are you okay, Peter? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or pushed too hard--” Peter is quick to cut you off.

          “N-No, it wasn’t that. I, uh, I just don’t want you to be… disappointed.” Peter’s face darkened a bit as he glanced down at his twiddling fingers.

          “Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?” You reassuringly ran your fingers over Peter’s knuckles. He whimpered a bit at your touch and it you realized Peter was still painfully hard.

          “I’m not very… extraordinary under my clothes.” Peter says quietly, his insecurities soon becoming relevant. “I’m not particularly attractive, but I guess you already know that.” You frowned. Did Peter truly believe he wasn’t attractive? Did he really think his physical appearance would drive you away?

          “Peter, can I tell you a secret?” You ask, and Peter looks confused but slowly nods his head. “I think you’re the most attractive man I have ever seen. In fact, I think you’re so extraordinary that I decided to be you for Halloween.”

          “Me?” Peter asked in disbelief.

          “You.” You slowly crawl back into Peter’s lap, checking periodically to ensure that he wasn’t uncomfortable with your actions. He leaned into your touch, a breathy whimper escaping his throat. “Peter, will you let me show you how beautiful you are?” he nods eagerly before you reconnect your lips. Your hands absentmindedly caress Peter’s skin, your fingers toying with the hem of his t-shirt. You pull away from just a moment in order to pull Peter from the couch to his bed, quickly finding yourself on top of him again. You made the decision to take your shirt off before Peter’s, pulling the fabric over your head and exposing your body to Peter. 

          “Holy shit, you’re ethereal,” Peter marveled before running his hands over your skin. The throbbing between his legs became almost painful, and he began pleading before he truly processed what he was doing.

          “P-Please Y/n, t-touch me-- fuck-- please.” Peter practically sobbed as you hastily removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. You slipped your hand into Peter’s pants as you sucked dark hickies onto his collar, his hips bucking into your touch. You pull away, earning a groan from Peter until he realizes that you were unclasping your bra, letting the fabric fall from your shoulders. The air is hot and heavy, arousal and raw need hanging in the room as you guide Peter’s hands to your chest. He fondles your breasts, watching has you grind against his thigh as you do so. 

          You hastily pull off his jeans before beginning to palm his erection through his boxers, Peter’s appreciative moans filling the room with every stroke of your hand. Peter flipped you over, now hovering above you before he pressed wet kisses on your jaw. The sudden dominance was surprising but not unwelcome, the dull ache between your legs amplified by his behavior. His lips trailed down to your chest before Peter bit gently on your nipple, pinching the other with his free hand. The mixture of pain and pleasure shooting throughout your body. You couldn’t help but let a few moans leave your lips, spurring Peter on. He soon found himself between your thighs, pulling your jeans off as fast as possible. He delves into your heat, two of his slender fingers burying themselves inside of you as he wraps his lips around your clit.

          “Oh-- fuck, P-Peter, j-just like that,” You stuttered. He waited for a moment, listening to your whimpers and mewls before he began to vibrate his fingers and tongue, smirking as you released a borderline pornographic moan. You tangled your fingers in his hair, your thighs wrapped around his head as he licked repetitive stripes through your wetness. It wasn’t much longer before your grip on his hair tightened, finally reaching your climax and releasing onto Peter’s fingers. He lapped up your juices, the taste lingering on his tongue as he pulled away. 

          By the time Peter reconnected your lips you found yourself straddling his hips once again, tugging down his boxers. You were quick to line Peter up with your entrance, the reality of the situation setting in as you lowered yourself onto his dick. The two of you moaned in sync, the feeling of Peter’s throbbing cock buried inside of you making your eyes roll back in your head. You soon began to move, finding you rhythm as you ran your hands over Peter’s body.

          “Holy shit, Peter, you f-feel so good,” You sped up a bit, and Peter began thrusting his hips with the rhythm of your movements. Peter begins to hit spots so deep inside you, you didn’t know they existed; Peter’s tip hit your cervix repeatedly. You threw your head back, burying your nails into Peter’s chest. 

          “Fuck, you’re t-tight, so fuckin’ good,” Peter moaned as he pounded into you from below. The blissed-out man began to vibrate his dick inside of you, and you practically screamed as you came around him, hard. You clenched around him so tightly that he was almost forced out of you, your spasms milking him of his own orgasm as he coated your walls with ropes of his hot cum. You weakly pulled yourself off of him, collapsing beside Peter on his bed. 

          “Well, uh… I didn’t expect that.” You laugh weakly, your chest heaving. Peter smiles before wrapping his arms around your waist. He’s hot like a space heater, warmth radiating off of him like a bonfire. 

          “Unexpected doesn’t mean bad, right?” Peter asks, an underlying worry in his voice. You kissed him on the tip of his nose making his face scrunch up. Your pointer finger absentmindedly traced his features.

          “No, not bad at all.” Peter sighs in relief, settling his head in the crook of your neck. After a few minutes of quiet chatter, Peter’s eyes flutter shut and he pulls you close, drifting off to sleep. It’s not long before you drift off as well, the silver jacket you wanted so desperately lying forgotten on the floor.

[witchyspell]

Tending to JJ’s Wounds | HC

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

summary/request: Okay so another one I had was JJ x reader where he gets hurt and she amazes him with the fact that she knows how to stitch him up and stuff and she says something along the lines of her mom was a nurse and taught her how? It actually could be either JJ or John B. requested by @lokiqueenofasgard

warnings: mentions of abuse, blood and injury, the word shit i think??, vague allusions to an absent or deceased parent, fluff

A/N: i thought headcanons would be pretty fitting, i hope you don’t mind. let me know if you find them too detailed, i kinda went overboard lmao. more jj content coming soon!

[full credit to the owner of this gif!]

it wasn’t uncommon for jj to crash at john b’s place with fresh cuts and bruises on his face

in fact, it happened more often than not

sometimes he would have gotten into a fight at a kegger

other times his dad would have thrown a punch at him over god knows what

the latter was unfortunately the most reoccurring scenario

he would normally brush it off, make a stupid joke out of it, and abruptly change the subject

but one day, jj stormed through the door with a bloody nose and a swollen lip, his face practically black and blue

“oh my god, jj-”

“i don’t want to hear it, y/n.”

“b-”

“i said i don’t want to hear it!”

his voice broke and he suddenly fell to the floor, not being able to contain his sobs any longer

immediately rushing over to him, you held him and stroked his hair as he cried into your arms

“let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” you cooed, when he had calmed down

he propped himself on the couch as you gently dragged a wet rag against his wounds, careful not to hurt him

a deep gash ran along his cheekbone that definitely required stitches, making you wince

“you’re gonna need stitches, jj.”

“shit...it’s that bad?”

“you’ll be fine, i promise.”

you ran towards john b’s bathroom and found the suture kit you purposely left there in case of emergencies

jj groaned in pain from the living room and you hurried by his side, the box in your hands

you sterilized your tools and tucked his soft hair behind his ear

“now, i obviously don’t have anesthesia so this’ll hurt...and sting.”

his eyes widened but he cleared his throat, acting unbothered

“i can take it.”

“i’d tell you to squeeze my hand but i’m afraid i’m going to be needing it.”

he chuckled at your comment and let out a breath

“i’m ready.”

you warmly and reassuringly smiled at him and got to work

(um i’m not going to go into much any detail about the stitching bc i’ve never stitched anyone up or gotten stitches so forgive me)

jj was fairly quiet, only slightly gripping the edge of the couch until you pierced the skin of his cheek with the needle

a pained scream left his lips and he clamped his eyes shut, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on the couch

“sorry...you okay? i’ll be as gentle and careful as i can, try not to move your head.”

“just get it over with.”

you continued sewing him up as his groans and yells were being muffled by the palm of his hand

seeing him in such intense pain absolutely broke your heart and you were now fortunately closing the wound shut

“ta-da!”

jj’s whole body relaxed but his face was still twisted in pain

“it still hurts like hell.”

“that’s to be expected. i’ll have to check on it regularly to make sure it it doesn’t get infected.”

you stood up and fetched him a tall glass of water that he chugged at an impressive rate

he put the empty glass on the table and as he looked at you, you noticed his cheeks were stained with tears

“i really hate hurting you.”

“don’t worry ‘bout it. how’d you learn to do that anyway?”

you gulped, a spew of memories coming back to you

“uh, my mom- she was a nurse.”

a look of realization dawned upon jj’s face and he took your hand in his

“i’m sorry, i wouldn’t have brought it up if i knew-”

“it’s fine,” you brushed it off, still worried about his injuries. “you still feel okay?”

you carefully rubbed his skin with the damp rag you previously used, wiping off the dried blood on his nose and lip

“i think i know what would make me feel better.”

jj had a smug look on his face and you halted your motions

“and what might that be?”

he leaned in and lightly traced the outline of your lips with his tumb

“is this okay?”

“more than okay.”

jj laughed and gently placed his lips against yours, a smile still adorning his soft ones

the kiss deepened as he pulled you closer to him, your arms loose around his neck

he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours before whispering into your ear

“i’m feeling much better already.”

[cognacdelights]

Void Maybank’s 1K Night Out 🍻

I’m a little bit late to my own party but... I finally hit 1,000 followers the other day so I’ve decided that I’m having a night out on the town and you’re all coming with me to celebrate. On the real, thank you so much for all the love and support from everybody, I never expected little old me to gain even 100 followers, never mind a thousand when I posted my first OBX imagine.

PRE DRINKS AT MINE

In true university/college student fashion we’re going to get as drunk as possible before the taxi arrives, so we don’t have to spend as much money on drinks at the club. Pick your pre-drinks drinking game:

• RING OF FIRE ― Cast Your Mutuals. Send me things to cast my mutuals as.

• BEER PONG ― Fuck, Marry, Kill. Do your worst, I dare you.

• IRISH SNAP ― Would You Rather Questions. The juicier the better.

PITCHERS AT SPOONS

Now that the taxi has dropped us off in town, there is only one way to start a night out here in the UK and it’s with two pitchers for £12 at Whetherspoons (or as we have affectionately named it - Spoons). It’s cheap, service is quick and they play certified bangers to get you in the dancing mood all night. Pick your Spoons pitcher: 

• GINBERRY FIZZ ― Recommendations. Send in your fic recs, music recs, tv show/movie recs or ask me for mine. 

• MOSCOW MULE ― Discuss Your Theories With Me. You can literally discuss your theories with me about anything; from OBX season two, to conspiracy theories. I will discuss them all. 

• PURPLE RAIN ― Send Me Your Celebrity Crushes. Send in your beloved celebrity crushes and I will tell you what I think about them.

TO THE CLUB

Now that we are the perfect amount of tipsy to enjoy our night, but still sober enough to get passed the bouncers, it’s time to head to the club. Make sure you’ve got your ID ready (or memorised the details of your fake/borrowed one). Pick one of my favourite clubs:

• ACAPULCO ― Ships. Send me a description of yourself and I’ll ship you with a celebrity. 

• CAMEL CLUB ― Personalised OBX Blurbs. Send me your name (or y/n if you don’t want to send your name), a little description of yourself, a scenario and an OBX character and I will write a MINI blurb for you. 

• MAVERICK’S ― Mini Playlist. I’ll put together a mini playlist for you based on the vibes you/your blog give me. 

WHERE TO NEXT?

The clock has struck 6AM and after a long night of dancing, it’s officially kicking out time. Just because the sun is up and the clubs are closed, that doesn’t mean our night is over... Pick where you’re going next:

• HOME WITH THE DJ ― Interesting/Embarrassing Stories. I’ll tell you one of the many interesting and/or embarrassing stories from my twenty one years on this planet. 

• THE AFTER PARTY ― A Line/Paragraph From One Of My Works. I’ll give you a line/paragraph from either one of my published or many drafted works (will include some from Wattpad for more variety). 

• MCDONALDS ― Ask Me Whatever. Plain and simple, you have one night only to ask me any questions on any topic and I’ll answer them all truthfully. Don’t be shy. 

Tagging a few of my favourites to kick this off (I’m doing this from memory please don’t get offended if you’re not tagged): @pogue-writings @spilledtee @ptersparkers @storiesbymads @heypopemain @jjouterbanks @jjtheangel @mermaidssonshipss @kookkyra @queenk00k @anonymous0writer @kiarascarreras @jiaraendgame @milamaybank @poguelifesurfshop @wtfstarkey @starlightstarkey @harrysbbby @shawnssongs @lokiqueenofasgard @pit-zuh @o-b-x @rudyypankow @kikifromtheblock @summerintheobx @sexualparkour @bricksatanakinswindow @outerbankslut @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @outrbanks @diverdcwn @jellyfishbeansontoast @outerbongs @maybankiara @jjsredhat @maybanktho @rudysdiaries

[kolsmikaelson]

hi just wanted to pop in and say i appreciate all you authors so much even if others try and bring you down,, in always here if anyone ever needs help with anything

tagging some authors/people i appreciate that i can think of: @vinceduhn @lokiqueenofasgard @jackiesquinn @gravygravygravy @chrlsgillespie @kempe

i know i’m forgetting people but if i remember i’ll add you!!

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

✨ Personal shout out ✨

I've posted some of my photos on this account, have mentioned that I'm a photographer for about me's to get a ship, but now I finally made an instragm account so I can feel like a "professional" photographer and I would really love it if even one of you followed it since this is honestly really nerve wrecking for me but also a baby step for me to get out of my comfort zone and do more of what I love to do.

Here it is!

Weirdly it won't let use capital letters so I might change it or try again (I also think the username is too long but that's just me overthinking)

And yes, my first name is actually JessicaAnn if you didn't know that.

So yeah 👉👈 tagging some of lovely people I know so I won't chicken out and delete this post and don't follow if you don't want 😇

@scandalousfemale @lokiqueenofasgard @jjsbxtch @latenitewolves @harrysbbby @softstarkey @drew-starkey @the-nightmare-before-bucky @summerintheobx @ilovejjmaybank @mrsmaybankhere @storiesbymads @jiaraendgame @kiarascarreras

[eberles]

You still doing tumblr crushes?? BC I NEED TO SHOUT SOME LOVELYS OUT. YOU obviously.. @bricksatanakinswindow @pogue-writings @diverdcwn @lokiqueenofasgard @spilledtee @sunny-pogue @sortagaysortahigh @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @jellyfishbeansontoast @jjtheangel All of these bbys are angels and I love them and if anyone comes for them I will RAGE. 😌✨♥️

ILYSM 🥺🥰💗

@bricksatanakinswindow @pogue-writings @diverdcwn @lokiqueenofasgard @spilledtee @sunnypogue @sortagaysortahigh @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @jellyfishbeansontoast @jjtheangel 💗✨

[lokiqueenofasgrd]

Here’s all of my accounts just in case you wanted to see them:

@justatinyavacadoatlaw - Marvel

@fortheloveofenochoconner - MPHFPC

@i-have-heard-it-both-ways - Psych

@flash-flash-the-100-yard-dash -Flash + DC

@alwaysbethesmartestguyintheroom - NYSM + NYSM2

@icaughtfireintherain - The Hunger Games

@mamaiminlovewithademonhunter - SPN

@147lbsofpaleskinandfragilebone - Teen Wolf

@bemybudd-yguard - The Bodyguard

@eggsy-schmeggsy - The Kingsmen (or anything Taron related!)

@stevestolemyheartiwantitback - Stranger Things

@stanleybarberstolemyheart - Stanley Barber

@myheartbelongstojjmaybank - OBX (but mostly JJ!)

I know this set up is kinda weird but I did it as a way to organize my writing. Most of my comments and things will come from @lokiqueenofasgard as it is my main. I hope you can forgive me or at least bear with me. Love you all.

[matthewtkachuk]

Congrats bb!! 💖 can I get the OBX ship thingy? I’m 5’0, socially anxious, I listen to mostly pop punk, I’m a film major, I love the water, I’m definitely the mom friend, I sleep a lot and I’m kinda clumsy. I’m very artsy and love to read. So proud of you love 💖 Xx -K🖤

thank you babe!!!!!! so like for some reason whenever i think of you i think of that photoset you posted where you looked like a skater girl, and that comment someone had made about jj deserving a skater gf so i 100 ship you with bb jj.

hanging with the pogues was always sure to be a good time, which is why you were so bummed out that your ride to the chateau fell through this morning. not that you were a kook, but your house on the cut was on the boundary of the two and the walk would probably kill you. you could probably call john b or someone to come pick you up, but you didn’t want to feel like a bother. 

contemplating your options at the front door, your eyes fall on your beat up vans and an idea pops into your brain. quickly slipping them on and stuffing your phone in your pocket, you grabbed your skateboard from its place at the back of the closet and set off towards the chateau. it was a million times quicker than walking, and you enjoyed the light breeze through your hair. 

rolling up to john b’s, you caught them exiting the house excitedly talking about heading out on the water in the hms. “hey kaity, i didn’t know you could skateboard,” kie called out cheerfully, wrapping her arms around you in a hug before letting you put your board on the porch. 

“well, my ride fell through and i didn’t feel like walking, so,” you explained, locking eyes with jj who had been uncharacteristically silent. you raised an eyebrow at him, but he just smiled and ran towards you, lifting you up and kissing you. “that was kinda really hot,” he muttered in your ear, causing you to giggle and smack his chest lightly. 

“come on guys, quit macking. let’s get on the boat,” john b yelled, causing the two of you to break apart and head towards the hms.

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Okay okay okay! So I read your from Germany! I’m actually from the US but my family is from Germany! (My grandma came over during ww2) I always get really excited when I see someone from Germany! My best friend is actually from Jever Germany! Ahhh so cool!! 🖤

Aww that’s so cool! I’d love to have family in another country but sadly I don’t  :( But my best friend lives close to New York so that’s all I’m gonna get lmao

And Jever is a really cool town, I’ve been there before!

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

I thought of @lokiqueenofasgard right away 💗

i wish i had like regular anons that come and tell me abt their day and have little emojis that they sign off with so i know it’s them that’s so fucking cute

[outerbankslut]

🔪400 Spooky Celebration🔪

Thankyou guys so much for 400 I don’t even understand how that many people can bear to follow me lmao but thankyou all omg 🥺 this is halloween themed since it’s spooky month and I’ll probably do it for like the next few days (so dw if you’re late or anything) and I already know imma take forever with these but anyway here we go (also obviously you can send stuff if you’ve not been tagged, this is for everyone but I would not be able to tag everyone, I’ve only got one functioning brain cell at the moment so)

Spreading Some Love

🕸 First Impressions.

🕷 Compliments. I’ll give you a compliment or two or three or four.

👻 Tumblr crush. Send in any blog you love on here, anonymously or not and share the love.

Games

🍫 Fuck, marry, kill.

🍬 Cast your moots.

🍭 Would you rather.

Music Recs

🦇 I’ll give you a song rec based on a colour you send.

🧛‍♂️ I’ll shuffle my playlist and give you the first song I get.

⚰️ I’ll make a playlist based on your name.

Moodboards

🍁 I’ll make you a moodboard based on a description of yourself.

🍂 I’ll make you a moodboard based on a ship from a show.

🥀 I’ll make a moodboard based on a concept you send like a character in Halloween or other things like that.

Spooky Blurbs (I know I havnt finished my blurbs from the last one so sorry but I will at some point but I just feel in the spooky mood) I’m writing for outer banks, Harry Potter, teen wolf and Julie and the phantoms right now.

🦉 List One

🪓 List Two

💀 List Three

Random

🕯 Ask me questions from this list if you’d like.

🎃 Send me anything. Fill me with your thoughts. Rant, tell me a secret, tell me any ideas you have for fics or art or anything. Anything you wanna send and I’ll listen and respond and we can just chat :)

Tagging some moots I love and appreciate (but obviously please don’t feel like you have to send anything in if you don’t want to ily anyway) also I’m sorry if I havent tagged you, i might not have tagged you cause I didn’t wanna be annoying but I most definitely love you and I’m just extremely forgetful sometimes.

@https-luna @stfukie @jellyfishbeansontoast @crxstalreeds @sortagaysortahigh @rae131415 @bricksatanakinswindow @popeheywards @pankowrudeth @mdlyncline @outrebanx @thegreatestofheck @jjsredhat @ilovejjmaybank @rafecameron @diverdcwn @cognacdelights @rekrappeter @sguymon21 @alternativehp @heypopemain @royalmerchant @jiaraendgame @lokiqueenofasgard @angellissy @starlightstarkey @starksweasley @jmaybanks @maybankiara @butgilinsky @dreamypope @voidmalfoy @joshy-obx @futuretaxcheat @pit-zuh @x-lulu @pink-meringues @r0s3mm @drewswannabegirl @drewstarkey @honeyycheek

[crash-cinematic-universe]

Domestic Peter Maximoff Headcanons

requested by: @andy-needs-a-nap

notes: peter is just... he’s just.... i love him

taglist: @lokiqueenofasgard​ 

It’s no secret that Peter had an... odd relationship with his father

as much as he hates to admit it, his shaky relationship with his dad fucked up his self esteem and made his childhood hard

Peter’s mother was a wonderful person and a great mom, but she had horrible taste in me

she’d bring a new boyfriend around every few months, some good, some bad, and some downright awful

it’s safe to say that before he joined the X-Men he didn’t have many positive male role models

this only motivated Peter to be the world’s best dad

he never pictured himself living the domestic life

white picket fence, big house with a big yard, a few dogs-- he never imagined getting to live in that type of place

but then he met you and suddenly domestic life seemed like realistic idea

you and Peter hit it off immediately

fast forward a couple years and you two were married

Peter had always loved kids

“Y/n, they understand me in a way no adult ever could,”

you adopted your first kid, a boy named Patrick

Peter was immediately in Dad ModeTM

once Patrick got a bit older, he and Peter would play catch in the yard

Peter would give him rides on his shoulders

he’d never go too fast, but he would absolutely use his mutation to impress and entertain your son

Patrick would steal Peter’s jacket and goggles and run around your house shouting “ZOOM!”

once Patrick reached the age of 6, you got a dog

a greyhound named Pirate

Patrick came up with the name

Every night after Patrick goes to sleep, Peter gets to curl up next to you

“This is my favorite part of the day,”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Getting to lay here with you every night... makes me feel safe. I’m so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”