wrong chair

Historical Story Prompts
  • Saw you needed help getting out of your carriage
  • You accidentally flung your dancing shoe across the ballroom and hit me in the back…or was it an accident?
  • Let me help you get your bonnet unstuck out of that tree
  • Scandalous ankles and/or unbound hair
  • You were signaling someone else with your fan to meet in the gardens and I thought you were looking at me…well this is awkward
  • Don’t mind me dumping water on you milord but your wig had caught fire, I think you got too close to the candles
  • really why does this party need 5-hour candles, can I hang out with you all my friends are already drunk and there are four more hours left
  • You caught me without gloves! I’m practically naked!
  • Sorry wrong sedan chair

One of my Sims in Sim City 4 made a lawn chair float away with balloons and he’s been flying away for LITERALLY 5 SIM YEARS AND WON’T LEAVE MY SCREEN YET

🎶🎶 rocket mannnnn, burnin’ out his fuse up here alone 🎶🎶

Scratch - Part 1 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N:  I’ve been wanted to write this for the longest time, and the movie Friends with Benefits was on so I took it as a sign that it was time to write it. I already have the next few parts written and ready to post, so if y’all like it you won’t have to wait long for the next part.

Warnings: light smut I guess

“Can I just be brutally honest for the next few minutes,” I ask Steve leaning back in the chair opposite of his desk.

“When aren’t you,” Steve laughs not looking up from the reports he was looking over.

“I miss sex,” I say. Steve clears his throat and sets down the papers before looking up at me with a raised brow. “I’m serious,” I say. “Being an Avenger is great and everything, but you have no idea how much it has interfered with my sex life.”

“And why are you telling me this,” Steve asks.

“Because you are my best friend,” I smile. “And I know you can relate.”

“Why is that,” he asks.

“Because as your best friend I know that you haven’t gotten a good lay in a much longer time than me.”

“Well that’s just how this line of work is,” Steve sighs. “There is no time for a relationship.”

“I don’t need a relationship Steve,” I frown. “I just need a really good lay every once in a while. You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never wished there didn’t have to be an emotional connection for you to get one out of your system.”

“Like a booty call,” Steve asks.

“I’m surprised you know what that is,” I raise an eyebrow, “but no, not really a booty call, but something similar. Something like friends with benefits.”

“The benefits being sex?”

“Yes exactly,” I grin. “You said so yourself, in this line of work there is no time for relationships, all I want is a friend who would do me a favor every once in a while, and by favor I mean sex.”

“Do you really think you can find some one to fit the bill?”

“I have someone in mind that will be perfect for the position,” I smile standing up and walking around to Steve’s side of the desk.

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Not On My Watch

gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns

Title: Not On My Watch

Characters: DiNozzo, McGee, Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 901

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

This was requested by @jez-zolnierz: being a probie, DiNozzo always mocking you and Gibbs treats you like his own daughter and always protecting you, even from DiNozzo jokes :) 

Since you were the new “Probie” on the team, you knew there would be some slight teasing.  It was nothing you couldn’t handle, but some days it could wear you a little thin.  You had been subjected to jokes and pranks all day.  Gibbs could tell you were near your breaking point.

“Okay McGoo, one last prank,” Tony mused, rubbing his hands together.  “This one is gonna be the best.”  Tony dug into his desk drawer, pulling out a screwdriver.  The agent leapt up from his chair, walking behind your desk.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing,” McGee said, narrowing his eyes at his partner.  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea Tony.  [Y/N] has been through enough of our pranks today, don’t you think?  I think we should drop the pranks altogether.  She’s been here for almost a year now.”

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Bruises (A Peter Pevensie Fanfiction)

WARNING: This story contains implied abuse. 

Also, these lovely gifs belong to @griffin-helps not me :)

The bruises on my wrists were the first thing he noticed. 

I was one of the maids for the wing where his study was located. It was very rare that I ever saw him, being it the household mistress always reminded us to clean quickly and make sure to be out before any of their majesties should decide to visit the room.

But there were always mistakes. 

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submitted by @sgarrett49 hope you enjoy!!!

You’d just finished your panel with Misha and headed backstage, leaving him on stage with Jensen. Settling into the seat next to Briana, you sighed and leaned your head on the back of the chair.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“You know what’s wrong, Bri. It’s what’s always wrong!”

You and Briana had become very close since you’d become a season regular. You found she was easy to talk to and the two of you had a lot in common. She quickly became a best friend and confidant, someone you knew you could talk to about anything and everything you needed and it wouldn’t go any further. She had the same confidence in you and before you knew it, your deepest, darkest secrets started pouring out. She was great about giving helpful advice but you were never good at taking it.

You rested your left arm across your knees and propped your right elbow up on top, resting your chin on your right fist. Looking up at the TV screen that was streaming the current panel, you smiled to yourself. Jensen was picking on Misha again, telling the fans an embarrassing story that had happened a few days ago. You shook your head and looked over to Briana, who was sporting a knowing smile.

“Jensen’s just so…I don’t know Bri, I think I love him. I think he’s trying to tell me something by the way he acts around me but I just…I don’t know.”

Briana’s smile had went from understanding to face-splitting, just as you were about to ask her what her problem was, you seen it, Jensen was smiling at the camera, knowing you would be backstage watching.

“Y/N…I love you too.” Your eyes were glued to the TV screen and your face was burning red, you’d forgotten about the microphone that was hanging from your right hand. The microphone the crew was supposed to turn off as soon as you were backstage.

Jensen held a finger up to the audience and tucked behind the curtains, coming into your view. You buried your face in your hands, groaning into your palms and hoping this was all a dream. Before you could physically pinch yourself, a large, strong hand was gripping your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat. You looked up into Jensen’s bright, smiling eyes before he pulled you in for a searing, knee weakening kiss. When you pulled away he brushed his knuckles down your jaw, smiling.

“I was hoping you noticed the way I’ve been acting. I’m not one to just spill my feelings…like you.” He broke into a fit of laughter before you gently punched his shoulder. “Watch it, Ackles. I can always take it back.” His laughter trailed off, replaced with a slightly panicked expression.

“You wouldn’t dare. You said love, Y/N. You can’t just take those things back. Let’s make this a little more formal. I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N. Will you give me a chance to show you?” His fingers linked through your own as his eyes bore into yours. You fought to keep the tears at bay as you answered his question.

“Yes, Jensen. I want to be yours.”

skyfiredragon2000  asked:

Hi I love your blog! And I was wondering if I could get some more random headcannons About the 104# squad?

Hello! I’m so glad that you enjoy the blog! And you can certainly have some more random headcanons

  • It’s super rare for either Marco, Bertholdt, or Christa to swear. When it happens, the culprit freaks out and everyone else thinks it’s the cutest/funniest thing in the world. Some how, no one questions it when Armin curses.
  • Connie is like everyone’s little brother.
  • Many of the 104th trainees would go to Armin when they needed someone to talk to.
  • Marco was voted to give the best hugs because he meant every single one, Reiner was second for similar reasons, and Bertholdt came in third because he’s so tall.
  • Reiner thinks he is hilarious, and only Annie and Ymir think he isn’t.
  • Whenever someone was in the infirmary, the rest of the squad would take turns keeping them company and telling them made up stories. Together, they created a large cast of characters and a pretty interesting, intricate plot. Armin kept notes on it all. 
  • Annie resents how tall both Reiner and Bertholdt are. She thinks about this more than she’ll ever admit, and often curses them for being so vertically inclined. However, she does secretly like it because they envelop her on the rare occasion that she hugs them or falls asleep cuddling them
  • One time, Jean got Connie to lick a pole in the middle of winter (but to be fair, Connie was kind of asking for it.) The punishment he received for that was worth it.
  • Ymir generally sits in chairs the wrong way. Take that as you well. She’ll also sit on desks/tables instead of chairs if she can. 
  • Marco sings in the shower. No one minds.
  • Reiner liked to passively flirt with his fellow cadets as a way to keep them from getting too serious.
  • It was nearly impossible for only one member of the 104th division to get sick at a time. They’re too close for that. 
  • Sasha doesn’t like wearing shoes, but knows she has to because it’s socially unacceptable not to as well as dangerous not to in the Survey Corps.
  • Marco doesn’t understand dirty jokes. Neither does Connie. 
  • Christa is not as innocent as everyone thinks, and has a decently dirty mind. She’s just not very prone to share that with others. Ymir just about dies whenever Christa deems it necessary to share one of her thoughts with her. 
  • Mikasa and Marco were surprisingly close during training. They found each other’s presence very comforting.    
  • Shadis says he didn’t pick favorites, but if he had to choose, he would’ve picked Reiner from the 104th

Request: “Can you do one where Ethan is jealous about how much time his girlfriend (reader) spends with mark not knowing they were cousins and they fight and mark becomes defensive and gets angry with Ethan and explains everything and he goes back to the reader and apologizes”

Pairing: Ethan X Fem!reader



Ethan had been acting weird lately. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, he would just have these random childish outbursts. He would often ignore you, and sometimes just randomly stomp out of the room like a 4 year old. You knew he had been very stressed lately with him moving and all, so you just decided to let it take it’s course. He would get better eventually.

Although, you weren’t in the mood on this particular day. You had been editing videos for Mark all day and you were absolutely exhausted. You just wanted to relax and have some cousin time with Mark. He was your best friend, after all.

“Y/n! Lets go!” Mark yelled from downstairs. You got up from your chair in the office, making sure to save the video you had been working on. “I’m leaving with Mark, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You commented, walking over to where Ethan sat in his chair. He didn’t look up from the screen, completely ignoring you.

You went to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he quickly pulled his head away. You stood there shocked for a moment. Ethan never dismissed your kisses like that. 

“I’ll be in the car!” Mark yelled from downstairs. You heard the door close, meaning you and Ethan were the only ones left in the office. “Did I do something?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He kept a straight face, continuing his editing.

You had enough. “Dammit Ethan, I’m talking to you!” You nearly shouted, grabbing the back of his chair and swiveling him around to face you. He sighed, taking his headphones off and setting them on the desk next to him.  

“Why do you keep ignoring me like this?” You asked. He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair.

“Why does it matter? You’re getting plenty of attention from Mark.” He rolled his eyes.

“Is that seriously what this is about?” You asked. He was acting like a complete child because I was hanging out with Mark, my cousin and best friend since I could remember?

“Yes! What else would it be about? All you’ve done for the past two months is hang out with Mark and I’m sick and tired of it!” He said, standing up in his chair. 

“What’s wrong with me hanging out with Mark? You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want!”

“Yeah, you can do whatever you want besides flirt with other guys!” He shot back, bringing his hands to fists. You knew he would never hurt you, that’s just something he did when he was angry.

“You think I’m flirting with Mark?” You asked, mentally vomiting at the thought.

“Yes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fucking him too with the amount of time you spend together!” Your eyes widened in shock. Does he really think that little of you? You shook your head and pushed past him, quickly making your way down the stairs. You passed by Mark along the way. Oh god, I hope he didn’t hear all of that. 



I stood at the bottom of the stairs in shock at what I was hearing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fucking him too with the amount of time you spend together!” Ethan yelled. There was a small silence before Y/N ran down the stairs past me. 

Good job, Eth. You really fucked up.

I slowly walked up the stairs, seeing Ethan sitting in his chair with his head in his hands. 

“I’m not sleeping with your girlfriend.” I spoke up from the top of the stairs. He looked up and turned to face me. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I did, and you shouldn’t yell at Y/n like that.” I said, leaning against the wall.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the boss of my relationship!” He shot back, glaring at me.

“I’m not, but at least I have common sense!” I said, taking a step forward. I didn’t want to get into a screaming fight with him but I needed to get my point across. 

“Would you honestly not be upset if your girlfriend left you every night to go hang out with one of your best friends?! Would you not be just a little bit suspicious that something might be going on between them?!” He stood up and walked towards me.

“Ethan you’re such a fucking idiot!” I rolled my eyes. “Y/n is my cousin.”

He relaxed, unclenching his fists and furrowing his eyebrows. “What?” He asked in a quiet voice.

“She’s my cousin, and we’re very close if you can’t tell.” I repeated. He ran a hand through his hair again and bit his lip slightly. “Fuck.” He whispered. He ran his hands down his face for a moment before pushing past me.



You sat in the passenger seat in Marks car, patiently waiting for him to come outside. You hoped he wasn’t in there making things worse. You contemplated going in there to get him, but you really didn’t want to face Ethan.

You leaned your head against the back of the seat, closing your eyes as you waited for your cousin. The passenger door opened a few minutes later, causing your eyes to shoot open as you came to face Ethan.

“Y/n.” He said, looking at you with sad eyes. “I don’t want to hear it, Ethan.” You said, leaning your head back and closing your eyes again.

“You didn’t tell me he was your cousin.” He said. You opened your eyes to face him again.

“I was going to, but then you acted like a total asshole so I didn’t think it was necessary.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest again.

“I’m sorry. I was just jealous because you were spending all of your time with him instead of me. You can see how sketchy that looked, right?“ He kept eye contact while he spoke, something he hasn’t done for a while. 

"That didn’t give you the right to ignore me." 

He bit his lip slightly, running a hand through his hair yet again. Nervous habit. "I know, I acted stupid and I handled the situation horribly. I’m sorry. Mark’s just so much better looking than me and I-” He let out a breath. “It just seemed more likely that you’d choose him over me.”

You softened, not knowing what to say next. You knew his self confidence wasn’t the best and you should’ve told him that Mark was your cousin, it just never came up. You honestly didn’t think it mattered. You reached over and grabbed his hand, holding it softly. He looked up at you and you gave a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it just never came up.” You apologized. “I love you and only you, Eth. Nothing’s going to change that.”

He smiled slightly and brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I’m sorry I acted like a child.” He said, squeezing your hand slightly. You smiled and placed your lips to his. He returned the kiss instantly. It lasted shorter than you had wanted it to, but it was nice. 

“I love you.” You whispered after you pulled away. “I love you too.” He whispered back. 

“How about I hang out with you tonight.” You suggested. 

“I’d love that.” He smiled.

“Alright, you two made up. Can I go home now?” Mark interrupted.


A/N: That took longer than I expected to write, sorry !

I rly hope you enjoyed it @fuckkoffcourtney

Requests are open :))

Say You Won't Let Go (Inspired) - SIMON

Simon X Reader

Description: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur inspired

Requested?: yes by anon : Hello would you be able to write an imagine with Simon based on say you won’t let go- James Arthur thank you

Notes: uh, it’s VERY based on the song. A lot of the lines are actually in the song so credit to him. I guess there’s a warning about like body positivity but not really. It’s also very dialogue heavy, which I normally try to avoid.

“Y/N! Stop! Come here!” Simon said waving you over to his chair, obviously annoyed. You had been stood in front of your mirror for at least 5 minutes in leggings and a t-shirt, looking at your body, mentally critiquing yourself in every way. Small, warm tears started to roll down your cheeks after a while so you tried to cover them and wipe them away. Obviously not well enough. Simon had been sat in his chair editing but once he noticed you patting your tears away, was that he had been also looking at your body.

“What?” You said, walking over to him and sitting in his spare gaming chair.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” He said continuing to edit.

“That’s just it, I’m not gorgeous. I look Freya, Emily, Katie, Kay and Sarah and see slim and pretty girls. And I’m just not, I’m small but not a good small. The kind of small where all my weight goes to my stomach. Or my thighs. Not to my boobs or bum. I haven’t got the gorgeous looks of them, I haven’t got the skinny legs, I haven’t got the flat stomach, I don-” you said before being interrupted by Simons hands on your outer thigh.

“Y/N! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You’re so beautiful. I don’t think you understand how much I love you and your body. I don’t find those girls attractive. I also haven’t been in love with them for 7 years!” He said, taking his hand away from your thigh and making strong gestures, his cheeks getting slightly flushed and his eyes set firmly on you. Tears threatens to spill over your eyes but you looked away quickly and blinked until they went away.

“Y/N, do you remember when we came back to mine after your first party?” He chuckled, also triggering a slight giggle from you.

“And I took you home, quietly taking you up stairs, making sure not to wake your parents. Then, when you were throwing up, I held your hair back and rubbed your back until you felt better. Do you remember that?” He asked, you nodded and looked back at him with a small smile, knowing what was to come next.

“And then you asked if I wanted to stay? And I told you that you needed rest. But really, I would have loved to have stayed.”

“Why didn’t you?” You asked.

“Because, Y/N, I loved you too much. Too much to stay but not sleep next to you. Or kiss you in the morning when we woke up with hangovers.” He said, looking rather embarrassed. You quickly got up and sat on his lap, legs draped over the arm of his chair and one hand combing through his hair.

“You didn’t know that though. Not then. Because I tried so hard not to show it. Not to show that I needed you. Not to show my sadness when you got another boyfriend.” He said, avoiding your gaze, starting to edit again.

“Simon, stop now, you’re making me embarrassed!” You said outing your hands to your cheeks to hide the redness.

“No, I have to do this! Because otherwise you’ll never believe you’re beautiful.” He said talking your hands and kissing you briefly before continuing.

“Y/N, if you want to, I would love to stay with you until we’re grey and old. But you need to promise me that you won’t let go. You won’t leave me because you don’t think you’re good enough. Because you are good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re perfect, more than I could ever ask for!” He said, making tears brim, once again, in your eyes.

“Of course I will never leave. Not ever.” You said kissing his nose and then his forehead.

“Okay, in that case, I’ll make you breakfast in bed. I’ll bring you coffee and then kiss your head. Then I’ll take the kids to school. And thank my lucky stars for the day I met you.” He said, pulling you into his chest.

“Simon, please!” you said as hot tears rolled down your cheeks and splattered on his shirt.

“No, Y/N. You need to hear this. You look so beautiful, as ever. No other girl has a ever made me feel like this. I’m so in love with you and I hope you realise that now. Beautiful, your love is more than worth its weight in gold.” He said kissing your nose and wiping away your tears.

“We have come so far, darling. You’re always here for me when I need you most. And I want to live with you forever and ever.” He said, holding you tighter in his arms.

“And, one day, we will get married. And I will love you until my lungs give out!” He said, his own tears landing heavily on the top of your head.

“You made and still do make me feel so wanted and enough” he said, his voice hitching slightly with a sharp intake of breath from trying to hide his tears for so long.

“Simon, I love you so much, with my whole heart! So, of course, I will never let you go. Thank you so much, honey.” You said grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him into a deep kiss. He kissed you back, gently, letting his hands fall to your waist and holding you there firmly.

“I love you most, Y/N” he said pulling away and smiling.

A/N: let me know what you think. I think is slightly different to normal???????

Childhood Chasers

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompts:

#51 - “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

#56 - “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”

#78 - “Stop biting that fucking lip!”

A/N - Jax and Wendy never got together in this :)

Originally posted by uncollectively

“What’s up with you? You’ve been quiet all day.” You ask, pulling yourself up and moving to sit next to Jax on his couch. You were at his house, as most nights go, talking about everything and anything that you could think of.

You and Jax were really close. Your parents were really good friends with his, so you’d been inseparable since you were kids, him being a couple years older than you. You told each other everything, bickering like a married couple and laughing at inappropriate shit like a pair of teenagers.

Little did he know, you felt more for him than just friendship; a whole lot more. However, you refuse to ruin your friendship in the event that he didn’t reciprocate, so you just sit back and watch him go from chick to chick, hoping that one day he might realise you’re the one for him. Fat chance.

You snap back to reality, still waiting on Jax’s reply. He’s barely spoke today. Not at the clubhouse, not on the drive over here, not while you’ve been at his house. He’s probably uttered about six words all day, at a push.

“Earth to Jax.” You joke, snapping your fingers in front of his face. He stops pulling at his bottom lip with his thumb and fore finger, a habit he does when he’s anxious. He turns to you, smiling half heartedly and sinking back into the cushions.

“I’m fine, darlin’. Just got a lot on my mind.” He sounds tired, conflicted, your mood instantly saddened at the thought of his upset. You turn to face him, pulling your knees up on to the chair.

“What’s wrong? Is it something to do with the club? Your mom?“ You try to judge his facial expressions, seeing if he reacts to any of your suggestions. “Is that croweater still pissing you off? Cause seriously-”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”

You blink. Did you just hear that right? You stare at the man in front of you, his eyes completely fixed on you as he waits for your response. You forget how to even speak, your brain feeling jumbled and your mouth feeling numb.

“What?” You reply, breathlessly. It’s the only thing you can manage to say, the only word you can seem to come up with as you repeat his speech over and over in your brain. He’s in love with you? He’s been in love with you for ten years?

He sits up, his posture straight and his face serious as he looks in your eyes, his proximity making you feel more self conscious due to the new revelation. “I love you, (Y/N), and I’ve loved you forever.”

“I’ve loved you since we got chased by that old man because we smashed his window with our soccer ball. I’ve loved you since you fell off your bike and I had to carry you home, and I made you laugh by telling you jokes and pulling funny faces.“ You laugh at the memory, your eyes glazing over with tears as he pours his heart out to you, bringing up memories you didn’t even think he’d remember.

“I’ve loved you since you went with Steven Allen to our school prom, and I watched you dance with him in that beautiful sky blue dress, and I hated myself for not asking you first. I still hate myself for it now.” Your throat feels tight, Jax gently grabbing your hands and holding them both in his own.

“Jax…” You whisper, biting your bottom lip and smiling, laughing through your tears. A smile appears on his face too, his whole demeanor seeming more relaxed.

“Stop biting that fucking lip! I’m trying to be all honest and it’s hard when you’re so fucking perfect.” His tone is teasing, a warmth covering your cheeks as you look down at your lap, trying to hide your shyness. He lifts your chin, pulling up your gaze to meet his again, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours.

He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, the tension between the two of you spiralling around the room. You forget to breathe as you look at him, his gaze flickering down to your lips as you wait for him to make the next move.

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” He questions, his face inching closer and closer to yours. You know he’s not just asking about the kiss. He wants to know if you feel the same, if you love and adore him as much as he does you.

Instead of talking, you place your hand on his cheek, his hand resting on your wrist as he nestles into your palm. Your heart is pumping rapidly, blood rushing through your ears as you take control. Your vision catches sight of the small cut just above his lip, as you close the miniscule gap, placing your lips upon his soft, plump ones.

You try to express all that you cannot say throughout the kiss, hoping that actions can speak louder than words. Your lips fit with his like a puzzle piece, expertly working together like you’d been doing it for years. It gets more fierce as it goes on, your fingertips slipping into his hair as his settle on your waist, gripping and squeezing at the skin.

His tongue slips into your mouth, the two of you feeling insatiable as you try to make up for lost time, the taste of him creating a deep hunger that you didn’t know you had. He pulls back, sucking sexily on your bottom lip, a moan escaping involuntarily from the back of your throat.

The noise drives him crazy, his mouth pushing harder onto yours as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands sliding down to your ass and tenderly squeezing, your core tingling at the feeling.

Begrudgingly, you pull away, not wanting to move too quickly and ruin anything. He places one more deep kiss on your lips, before resting his forehead against yours, the two of you grinning at each other.

“I love you, Jackson.” The words roll off your tongue so easily, drifting freely off into the air. “I can’t believe I can finally say that aloud.”

He cradles your face in his hands, observing you lovingly, the look he’s giving you making you feel so warm and cosy inside.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing it, baby.” He responds, kissing the tip of your nose.

A/N - Thank you so much for all the requests! I have quite a lot to do so be patient with me! I hope you liked this! Jax aka Charlie Hunnam is my literal love of life😂😭😭 he’s an actual angellll

Random HC #21 (Continuation of #4 - #20)


‘I’m used to this’ these four words hit Sportacus unlike anything he’s ever heard before. It feels like someone just stabbed a knife right through his heart and he’s so shocked, he nearly lets go of the other man, who’s trying to look anywhere but at the hero now. “…What…” Sportacus is surprised about his own hoarse voice, but he couldn’t care less right now “…What do you mean… You’re used to it? Used to WHAT?”
“…Hallucinations…” the word is barely more than a whisper and Robbie crosses his arms in front of his still bare chest, his eyes fixed at the white wall behind Sportacus. “…You… Are you saying that…this wasn’t the first time you…”
“Usually, they aren’t that bad, okay!” the villain is still too weak to sound convincingly annoyed and stubborn, but he frowns “I can handle them just fine! I can differ between reality and hallucination!”
“But… This time it was different… Wasn’t it?…” asks Sportacus carefully, his hand on Robbie’s shoulder slowly moves down his arm and he feels the goosebumps on his skin, despite he’s still hot to touch because of his fever. Robbie’s eyes shortly flicker to the hero’s travelling hand and for some reason, he calms down a bit and the forced edge disappears from his voice and leaves it openly weak “…Yes… Usually, there are certain hints that show me that what I see or hear or feel is not real… Like…an object in a wrong color. My favorite chair was yellow once… I’m not sure why it’s like that… Maybe, my mind offers me a chance to escape these nightmares to help me… I really don’t know. However, this time…there was no such obvious hint. It was…real real this time. If it had not been for your promise before…I wouldn’t have been able to snap out of it again, I guess. Probably…because of the fever…” he swallows hard but lets the hero’s hand gently unfold his arms again, so he can take one of his cold ones and squeeze it gently “…Sportacus…”
“…Can I…have the top of the pajama?… I feel cold…” he raises his gaze and looks into the other’s gentle, blue eyes again. “Of course! I’m sorry, I totally forgot! Here, let me just…” Sportacus blushes a little and carefully eases Robbie back into the pillows, before he jumps up from the bed and flips over it, to retrieve the clothes from the small table, where he put it, after lifting the unconscious villain from the ground over fours hours ago. He shudders again at the memory of this, but turns around to look at Robbie on the bed again, the top now in his hands. He wants to help him put it on, but he can’t push himself to move “…Since when are you…experiencing these hallucinations?…”
Robbie sighs lowly, he knew that the hero won’t quit asking questions about this topic now. But at least, he put his mind off of taking him to a doctor with this…for the moment… “…Since I was a kid. I can’t remember not having them.”
“How often?”
“…Small ones…about three or four times a week. Usually at night. That’s why I don’t sleep well… But there are times when I can go weeks without having even one, as well. The past week for example…” a weak smiles washes over his lips, when he notices Sportacus frown at this “…I know what you’re thinking. That was probably because I didn’t sleep. And you’re right, I guess… Whatever. Sometimes…I get stronger ones… Three, up to five times a year, I’d say… They last longer. It’s a little bit harder to identify them… And when I manage to get back into reality, I’m exhausted and tend to fall sick easily… But none of these has ever been as horrible and…clear as the one tonight…” his voice trails off and he just looks at the hero, who hasn’t moved a single muscle during his explanation. Now Sportacus slowly shakes his head “…Why didn’t you tell me sooner about this? I would’ve tried to help you, Robbie!”
“You really have other things to do than helping your ENEMY! Besides…” the villain, still sitting, propped up by the pillows in his back, looks down at his own, nervously flexing hands “…there’s nothing you could’ve done…or you could do… I’m fine.”
“I would’ve been there for you, Robbie!” contradicts the hero firmly “Like I try to be now! But you have to LET me!”
“You really shouldn’t worry so much, Sportaflop. I can take care of myself,” Robbie’s voice is soft, not angry or annoyed, just still audibly exhausted. “I don’t understand why my crystal never went off, when you had such an attack before! It did when you collapsed and it did not stop when your heart started beating again,” murmurs Sportacus more to himself when he now slides a hand on Robbie’s back to lift him away from the pillows a bit to help him put on the pajama top “…I’ve never before felt such a power coming from it…”
“Maybe it’s broken. Wouldn’t be the first thing, I destroy with my mere presence…” Robbie smiles wryly, feeling the fabric, now covering his chest with his fingers, while Sportacus gently tugs at the sleeves of the pajama, because they’re a little too short for the villain’s arms. When he hears these words that are clearly more than a light joke, he searches Robbie’s eyes and explains lowly but intensely “You did not break it. And you’re not destroying anything with your presence, Robbie. Stop pulling yourself down like that.”
“You can’t pretend it’s not correct, though,” Robbie’s smile grows sad “Most things that I touch, break sooner or later… Even my own inventions… ESPECIALLY my own inventions…”
“No. Don’t even try it, Sportaflop! This is nothing to argue about!”
“But you…”
“Quit it!” snaps Robbie now more desperate than anything else and gasps shortly for breath in the next second, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, fighting back a sudden sickness. “Okay. Sorry!” Sportacus notices the other’s clenched fists at once and quickly, gently eases him back down completely, before resting one hand on his chest and the other against his hot cheek “Shush. Easy. Take a deep breath…”
“…I didn’t…want your help…” rasps Robbie lowly and opens his eyes again to look at the hero. “…What?…”
“…I don’t…have much control over myself during these hallucinations or nightmares or whatever they are… But I never wanted anybody to see me like this. Especially not you… Maybe that’s why your crystal didn’t go off… Not until tonight…because this time, I begged you to come and help me… And until tonight, I haven’t been in any real trouble or danger because of this, anyway…”
“But my crystal doesn’t care whether a person WANTS help or not. It shows me the person that NEEDS help, no matter what! And it even goes off when somebody has an ORDINARY nightmare! What you got, is much, much worse, Robbie!” Sportacus shakes his head again “No, there has to be a different explanation for this…” he searches Robbie’s gaze once more and notices the new sweat, building on his forehead “…But we can think about this later on, if you feel more up to it… For now, try to relax and sleep some more. Okay?”
“…I don’t…think I can sleep yet…”
“But you look exhausted.”
“…I am…” Robbie shivers and wraps his arms around himself “…But I also feel…sick…” he lowers his eyes again and mumbles “…I’m sorry, Sportacus… I’m nothing but trouble, Nine was right, after all…”
“Nine is an egoistic and narcissistic ASNI most of the time!” growls Sportacus suddenly completely uncharacteristic. Robbie winces and stares at him with huge eyes “He’s a WHAT?”
Sportacus returns his look for a moment still frowning, before he suddenly blushes heavily and chews his bottom lip, murmuring “…I’m sorry… Asni… That…was Icelandic and means…”
“Idiot!” corrects the hero quickly, blushing even worse, before it’s his turn to stare at the other in confusion “…You… Does that mean you…talk ICELANDIC?!”
“More understand than talk, actually…” now, Robbie blushes, as well “I was born there, but my parents then moved here, when I was four years old… I can’t remember why. But we…always talked both, English and Icelandic at home, since my mother was born in LazyTown… That’s why we moved back to her birth town when we left Iceland. And then we quitted talking Icelandic at all and I forgot how to actually communicate in this language, although I still understand it… And when I was young, it influenced me so much, I carried away this slight accent…” Robbie breathes in. Talking was exhausting, but though it somehow felt good to tell somebody all this. No… Not just anybody. The man, who has shown so much interest in his wellbeing and causes this strange feeling in his stomach for quite some time now…
Sportacus titles his head. He’s torn between asking Robbie more questions about his family, he frowned about, just several hours earlier, and what exactly he has been through because of Number Nine, his precursor. But when he realizes that Robbie’s trembling has become even worse and that his hands are on their way to hold his stomach again, he decides against both options. Instead, he just smiles softly, shortly squeezes Robbie’s hands and turns around to grab the bowl and the rag and walk over to his water supply to get a fresh bowl of it, along with another bottle to drink. “You’re…not leaving now, too, are you?!” whimpers Robbie suddenly lowly, when for a split second, it looks as if the hero would head for the door. Sportacus freezes in his move and looks back at the villain to ask what ‘too’ is meaning in this sentence, but when he meets the other’s terrified gaze, his heart breaks too much to say any more than “Of course not. I promised you something, remember?”
Robbie nods weakly, not really relaxed and Sportacus can sense his eyes fixed at his back, while he’s working. Only when he’s standing next to the bed again and puts everything on the table, the villain sighs audibly and flattens his hands again, that have been gripping the blankets tightly. The hero takes in every detail of the other’s behavior and prepares an imaginary checklist of what he is going to ask Robbie questions about, once he’s all fit again. What he will become! Sportacus won’t let anything else happen!…
“…Here, is this okay?…” his voice is soft and low when he carefully places the damp cloth on Robbie’s hot forehead. “…Hm…” the villain nods once, very weakly and exhales slowly through his mouth, closing his eyes “…Are you…coming?…” he weakly gestures at the empty space next to himself, blushing only slightly now “…I still feel cold…”
Sportacus smiles relieved, does another flip to get back on the other side of the bed and quickly slips under the cover, next to Robbie. He turns on his side, propping his head up in one hand, while he places his other carefully at Robbie’s stomach, to pick up the usual, gentle massage there. Robbie smiles weakly and murmurs “…I’m sorry, I’m blocking your bed… You’ll be tired in the morning… And the kids…”
“Robbie,” interrupts Sportacus him softly “Stop worrying. Stop blaming yourself. Breathe. Relax. I’m here. And I won’t leave you until you’re much, much better again. Do you understand?” A weak nod. “Good… Are you in pain again?…” A pause. “Robbie?”
“…A little maybe… It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. But it will be again, soon. But be completely honest with me, from now on, okay? Tell me at once, if you hurt worse or feel funny in any way, that could hint on another attack of your hallucinations. Do you promise?”
“…I promise…” Robbie knows that he stands no chance against the hero’s protective determination, but right now…he feels grateful for this “…Sportacus…”
“…Thank you…”
Sportacus smiles softly, then he quickly bows forward to place a very gentle, very short kiss on the villain’s cheek “You’re welcome, Robbie.”

This is College! // Ch. 1

Hey guys! Jumping onto this College!AU because I am always a complete sucker for them :~) This will be a multi-fic because I have so many college head canons and I think I already have a story line panned out :o) inspired by @mirsan‘s AU


Eighteen… Nineteen… Twenty…

Kagome walked through the halls of her new dorm as she searched for her home for the next ten months. Kagome took off a year of school to work at her family shrine; not quite ready to move away from home and also to save up to help pay her school fees, so she wouldn’t be completely drowning in loans. She was still unsure about sharing a room with a stranger. What if they were a complete slob? Or messy? Noisy?! The thought made her scrunch her nose.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and on her lock screen showed that one of four girls on her homescreen wallpaper texted her.


The message ended in a bunch of heart emojis and gal pal related ones. Kagome sighed deeply as she replied. Her three best friends all went away to a different college. Together. Out of their province while Kagome was stuck at the University of Tokyo. She knew that staying local would be cheaper and that she can work at her family shrine some weekends to earn some extra cash for herself. Still being away from her friends and being with a new group people she didn’t, or barely, knew left an unsettling taste in her mouth.

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The Moment of Caving In

Part 1 | Part 2

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 3042

Summary: It’s the summer before you start college and the last thing you need is a romantic attachment to someone you’ll be leaving behind.

A/N: Not sure how I feel about the text screenshots… I might format it differently next time. Let me know if you think the screenshots break up the story too much or make it difficult to read. Enjoy ^^

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“I’m gonna need some more fries,” Taehyung mentions as he stands up from his seat next to you. “Anyone else want any?”

“Nah, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to finish mine.” You laugh, looking down at your huge pile of french fries and nearly empty container of McNuggets.

Namjoon and Hoseok decline as well, and Taehyung heads around the corner inside of the McDonald’s and back to the counter.

“So, Y/N.” Namjoon shoots you a look and you know exactly where the conversation is headed. The topic was bound to come up at some point.


“How’s it feel to be single again?”

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WOW. WOOOOOW. My new good free show comes out on YouTube tonight at 8:30pm AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time)! I have a lot to do to get ready, but I wanted to check and make sure you all find a good chair today. When you watch my show, I want you to be COMFORTABLE. There is nothing worse than sitting on the wrong chair, except for sitting on something that’s not a chair, like a staple gun, or a meat grinder, or a block of ants. So I want you all in your BEST CHAIRS during my show, so you don’t hurt your stink-winkers. Have a solid, firm day, and I will see you TONIGHT!!!!

Pretty Like Her

Originally posted by septodragon

Peter Parker X Reader

By: The Daydreamer

Warnings: Bullying, Loss Of Self-Confidence, Low Self-Esteem

Word Count: 1, 361 Words

A/N:  Hey!  This fanfic was inspired by a girl at my school that was being rude to me and really hurting my feelings.  On that day I just felt like writing, and so that is where this came from.  It is a little different, but I really hope that you guys like it.   I willing to accept requests and my tag list is always open.  Thank you all so much and enjoy!


You walked into the facility casually, hiding everything you had just experienced.  You were picking up a late lunch at a local cafe when you spotted some girls from your school.  The girls had told you that you were fat, dumb, not fun to be around, all of this.  You had taken it silently and then caught a taxi back to Stark Tower.  When you got there, you went straight to your room.

When you had gotten into your room, you closed your door, stuck your food on your desk, buried your face in your pillow.  Tears began to slip down your face and soaked the pillow.  How could those girls say that kind of thing?  Were you really fat and dumb?  You now some people didn’t enjoy being around you when you nerded out, but it wasn’t that bad that no one wanted to be around you every.  You didn’t know that people were thinking that.

So you were different and needed a tutor when it came to math, but were you really fat and dumb?  Why didn’t you stand up for yourself?  You thought you were strong, but apparently not.   It turns out you were wimpy, so wimpy you couldn’t even stand up to two girls you went to school with.

“Y/N?  Is that you?”  Tony’s voice came through the door.

“Ya.  I am here.”  Your voice was slightly muffled from the pillow your head was still buried in.

“Are you okay?  Are you hungry?”  Tony knew you so well.  You usually didn’t shut yourself in your room alone.  If you did, you always ordered a pizza before you did.

“Thanks, Tony, but I got some late lunch before I came home.”  You rolled over on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

“Are you okay?”  Why did he care so much?  Why couldn’t you just spend some time alone?

“I’m fine.”  After a second of silence, the sound of Tony’s footsteps could be heard going into the distance.  You wiped the tears off your face and got up.  Walking to where you had thrown your bag and food, you retrieved your phone.  And with it, you sunk into the blankets on your bed with your phone.

As you opened your salad, you pulled up your pictures on your phone.  You began to flip through them, noticing how to some, you could look fat or dumb.  You had never seen it that way, but maybe they were right.  You suddenly didn’t feel like eating your food.

 You quickly composed yourself and wiped tears off your face.  You walked to the kitchen on your floor and stuck your salad in the fridge.  You turned around to Nat and Wanda standing near the doorway, looking at you.

“Hey, Wanda, Nat.  Pardon me, I have…homework.”  You started to walk out of the room, but Nat and Wanda grabbed you by each arm and pulled you to the table.

“We know something is up.  You are going to sit down and tell us what is wrong.”  Nat pointed to chair next to you.  You sat down begrudgingly but didn’t say anything.  Nat sat across from you and Wanda sat next to you.

“Spill.”  Wanda looked at you.  She wasn’t going to let you stay silent.

“It is nothing.  Just something a couple of girls from my school said something this afternoon. Nothing that you need to worry about.”  You attempted to stand up, but Wanda grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

“Who were they, what did they say, and have you told Peter?”  Nat questioned like this was an interrogation.  These questions struck you.  Would you tell Peter?  He was a great boyfriend, but you didn’t think he needed to get involved.  

“They weren’t anyone important, just some girls.  They said some mean things, but it is nothing I need to bother you or Peter about.”  You were silent for a second.  “Why do you care so much, anyway?”

“Because we are your friends and friends care about each other.  Tony noticed something was wrong and told us right away.”  Nat put a hand on yours.  “You should tell Peter.”

“It isn’t a big deal.  I’ve got it handled.  Now please, can I go do my homework?”  You stood up, and this time, they let you go.

You didn’t actually have homework, but you didn’t want to talk.  Instead, you went to your room and turned on a movie to distract yourself.  What those girls had said was still bouncing around in your mind.  The more you heard it, the more you started to believe what they said was true.  By the time you went to sleep, the voices of those girls had fully convinced you that weren’t worth it.

*  *  *  *  *

When the next morning came, you skipped breakfast.  Maybe you could lose some weight by not eating.  While you waited for training in the afternoon, you buried yourself in studying.  Maybe you could get better at school.  If you weren’t smart now, you could change, or you would never be smart.  You heard a knock on your door, which was propped open.  You looked up to Peter standing with a sandwich for you.

“Hey, cutie.  I noticed you missed breakfast, so I brought you lunch.”  He smiled and stepped into your room.

“Thanks, but I’m really not hungry.”  You turned back to your studies.

“Okay.  I will leave it here if you change your mind.”  He sat it on the desk before coming over and sitting next to you on the bed.  “What are you working on?”  He looked over your shoulder.  

“Just studying for the Algebra test next week.”

“Would you like some help?”  You looked over at Peter.  You were smart enough to do this on your own.

“No, I am fine.”  You went back to studying, somewhat ignoring him.

“Are you okay?  Wanda and Nat told me that you had some problems with girls at school.”  You had told Wanda and Nat to not tell Peter, but they had done that exact thing.  You shut your laptop and turned to face Peter.  If he already knew, then maybe he could help.

“Why do you love me?”  This question shocked him.


“Out of all of the girls at Midtown.  You could have anyone, including Liz Allen.  So why, out of all of them do you love me?”  Peter understood and taking your hand, gave an answer that made your heart melt.

“Y/N.  I love you because you are beautiful, strong, talented, protective, smart, loving, and careful.  You are the best person I know and you mean everything to me.”

“They called me fat and dumb.  Told me I was not fun to be around.”  You looked at your hand intertwined with Peter’s.  “They called me ugly.”

“Well, they don’t see your true beauty.”  This made you look at him.


“If they don’t see how truly beautiful you are, they don’t deserve to associate with them.”  And that is why you loved Peter.  He could fix any problem with sweet words and his heart-melting chocolate brown eyes.

“What about those girls that are absolutely gorgeous?  I must be ugly compared to them.”  You had to get all of your doubts out.  You knew Peter would make it better.

“You don’t need to be gorgeous like Liz Allen, or any of those other girls.”  He took your face in his hands.  “You don’t have to be pretty like her.  I like, no I love, you just the way you are.”  Then, he kissed your forehead and pulled you close toward him.  You snuggled into his embrace.

When he finally pulled away from you, he opened your computer.  “How about you and I eat a sandwich and study for that Algebra test?”  You smiled at him, getting up and grabbing the sandwich.

“I would like that a lot.”  You handed Peter half of the sandwich.  He accepted it, pulling you close to him.

“How about we prove those girls wrong?  Let’s show them how smart you are.”  He kissed your forehead before turning to the computer.  Taking a bit of his sandwich, he asked, “Where do we start?”