#idk where the stickers come from dont ask me

[mmmattnik]

4ggravate after being let lose in the local store

[satoruhour]

IDK IF U WILL SEE THIS OR ANYTHING BUT! is it ok if i request smth small and it starts off with gojo and the reader having a lil bit of banter by text, and the reader then says “satoru ur so pretty u should start a kissing booth for easy money” (as a joke ofc) and he was like “good idea” and went offline, making the reader freak out for the rest of the day until they came back to their apartment….. and found satoru set up a whole kissing booth in their living room

a/n: this is so cute!!! ty for the request anon <3 in this megumi is under satoru’s and reader’s care, tsumiki never went into a coma, and you’re married too / 1.3k

you loved satoru’s compliance. when you tell him that he should never cook again as a joke, he listens with a wide grin and a face that’s burnt on one side, sweeping the hard charcoal pieces of pancake into a pan. when you tell him you have two left feet, he simply laughs and just plops you onto his own, making you look like a fool waddling around.

a lovesick fool.

you’re left smiling into open space until a notification cuts you out of your daze, smile twisting into a questionable expression as your husband sends a picture of him posing in front of some boba tea shop, a promotional banner stating get spanked by one of our staff and get a free cup of boba tea!

[9:17am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: bet i’ll do it

[9:18am, delivered]: satoru. now. youll do it even if i dont bet you???!!?!!?!! 

[9:18am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: hmm… compelling argument, i’m afraid you’re correct

a few minutes pass and you are confident it’s him asking for a spank with a blinding smile on his face, probably pointing to one of the male staff because i have a wife at home, y’know? she’s so pretty and hot-headed and hot and—

[9:20am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: photo attached

boba acquired 😈😈😈😈

[9:21am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: oh yeah, one of the staff called me pretty. was a guy btw. had to flash him one of my peace signs and i just know he swooned

the raise of your eyebrows returned, though you stifle a chuckle.

[9:21am, delivered]: he did not swoon i promise you

and another picture comes in, his face all up in the camera with a comical pout on his face and your laughter comes out more freely this time, basically hearing the looks you’re getting from the commuters in the subway, though your eyes are only focused on satoru, on the curvature of his lips and the peek of his baby blues behind the sunglasses you bought for him.

[9:22am, delivered]: joking. you’re so pretty, you know that right

years ago you would’ve told yourself that it’ll only fuel his ego, but that was long before gojo satoru had decided you were everything and more; where he values everything you say, where you’re all he worships. one compliment from you could shut him up forever.

[9:23am, delivered]: you should totally start a kissing booth for like …. $4 a kiss or something

it’ll be easy money ngl and then we can share the gains 

[9:23am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: woah… good idea baby. alright then!

and gojo satoru goes offline immediately, leaving you left out in the cold, confused and perplexed when the satoru??? where the hell did you go??? texts fail to be read. it’s not often he does it, usually sending you a plethora of hearts or some stupid ugly sticker before the conversation ends. on the way to the school, you’re continually texting him, too, looking way more distracted than you would like to be in front of the students.

“sensei? any reason why you keep checking your phone?” yuji asks after lunch in the classroom, both arms tucked under his head.

“hm?” you answer but your eyes are still glued to the screen, the taunting ‘last seen at 9:23am’ taunting you endlessly and megumi looks like he has half a mind to just blurt it out, but he thinks it’s worth seeing your reaction later as he takes one more look at his adoptive father’s updates, sending picture after picture of his progress and he keeps the device tucked under to avoid any suspicion.

[14:09pm, my terrible father figure i guess]: do NOT !!!! SEND THIS TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE . i wll literally humiliate you in training later if you do

megumi sighs.

[14:10pm delivered]: don’t you already? also stop texting me loser she’ll find out 

the raven-haired boy later is left to comfort you later when you’re holding onto the phone a little too tightly, and by then you’ve already gone through every possible thought. satoru dying, satoru meeting a curse that’s higher than a special grade, satoru on a rampage to kill the higher-ups, satoru—

“you’re going to die worrying about gojo-sensei like that.” and you roll your eyes, hand fishing around in your bag for the keys to your shared home while your eyes never leave megumi. it’s been like this for as long as you can remember: you being the voice of reason, megumi taking your rambles like he always has, gojo usually just laughs.

“yeah? well? how could i not?” you fumble with your keys and pick out the right one, putting it in the keyhole easily from the many times you’ve done it and you swing open the door, “not when he’s the strongest who has to take care of so many things without any rest! what if he got distracted and took down infinity? what if he—”

and sometimes you hated gojo’s compliance (you’re lying to yourself).

upon opening the door, the living room was full of cardboard boxes and cut out shapes, paint over the floor and on his jujutsu uniform, an all-knowing, but still stunning grin that you wanted to slap off of him. the chaos of the cardboard led to one thing: a small counter completed with a tip jar, his free cup of boba tea and a large sign that said kissing booth: $4 for a smooch!

and a smaller sentence is parenthesis, ‘free for my baby.’ the statement almost, almost gets you but you manage to ask him in a monotonous voice, “what are you doing, gojo satoru?”

“hi…?” megumi smiles secretly to himself before closing the door for you, putting the keys in your outstretched hand and it’s sort of the routine the three of you fall into everyday now. alas, with tsumiki staying in her university’s dorms, it was a little lonely for megumi, but the two of you were enough entertainment for him.

“well i was just listening to you!” gojo gestured to the whole place, which will probably be a pain to clean up, “who can blame my silly little brain for wanting to do a project to make my wife happy?”

you cross your arms in retaliation, but in all honestly, you wanted nothing but to greet the sorcerer with an embrace, something you’ve been meaning to do since your worrisome attitude from the morning. reluctantly, you frown while you make your way to the makeshift counter, immediately leaning forward before satoru puts a finger on your lips with a teasing smile.

“ah! four dollars please!”

bonus

“i was really worried, y’know,” the words are muffled from the way you’re buried in his neck that night, inhaling the scent that you missed all day. it’s summer in japan at the moment, but you find yourself craving his skin more than ever, a hand going up to brush through his stark white hair.

“’m sorry, baby,” satoru pulls away from you, as with you, sending you a small smile before pecking your forehead, “i promise to tell you what i’m up to from now on.”

you lean forward to close the gap, and all the kisses you exchanged earlier were definitely not enough. softly, your arms wrap around his shoulders while a leg goes over his body, gojo sounding out a little surprised hum at your eagerness. smiling into the kiss, satoru only plants more kisses to your nose, your lids, to your eyebrows and your chin, and another gentle one to your lips.

“even if it’s arts and crafts or maybe attempting to make you some strawberry tarts.”

you slap his chest lightly, a faux shocked expression filling your features, “i thought we agreed no more strongest sorcerer in the kitchen?”

“of course, sweet girl,” satoru lands one last deep kiss to show you truly the extent of his love. but even then, he knew it wasn’t enough, so he hoped, at least his words were, “i only ever listen to your voice —  none else matters.”

i love him

[gofishygo]

mito mito mito hihi 😋

i’ve been having some thoughts n i felt like sharing w the class newayssss

so i was having bubble tea earlier and i started thinking,,,,what cod characters would like it? i feel like price def wouldn’t,,simon wouldn’t mind it but he does def think its too sweet and proper tea is superior and blah blah blah (i acc don’t know im kinda divided on that like i hc him as a sweet tooth but bubble tea,,,ehhh i feel like he wouldn’t like it all that much like he’d be all grumbly about it,,, idfk

johnny and gaz i think would like it lots ,,

i also think alex wouldn’t like it abd farah would (i js like hc farah as this secret softie ok leave me alone 😞)

but THAT got me thinking,,,, what other food preferences would they have ?? i think gaz would rlly like sushi (saw a fan art of him on a sushi date w the reader and i forgot who made it but ):$/:)/&!:!!!!! it was so cute) and i also think gaz would handle spicy food well ?? and he would like seafood in general methinks (tryna think of some select seafood items he wouldn’t like but im drawing a blank bc im vegetarian shusbssjnsuen)

idrk ab simon and johnny and price,,,,,,out of them 3, i feel like simon or johnny would have the biggest sweet tooth (they’re on like completely dif ends of the spectrum character wise but shh i js know it) but they all eat A SHIT TON like the food could be burned or too salty or smth but if they’ve js come back from a mission then they’re eating that shit UP. and asking for seconds. and thirds. they would still give u food feedback if it’s some other day tho

also johnny is extremely passionate about haggis. no i have never tried it yes i js know he is ok moving on

KONIGGGG hmmmm,,,, i have no fucking idea lmao i think? a lot of german cusine involves bread and stuff,,,so……………i think he’d have rlly bland meals idk

i’ve been rlly into keegan lately but i cant come up w anything for him aaaa

also gaz would be the only one who knows how to use chopsticks. the others would learn fast being in the military and all but gaz and chopstick skills js make sense???

ANYWAY im soso sry for rambling sm lmao this is a lot of words,,,,,and this isn’t a req by any means !!! js needed to hear ur thoughts bc food is js calling to me like “ok but would blank character like this” like. urgh. ok im done now i think but yeah food preferences for cod characters of ur choice

ALSO !!! THE IOS SHARK STICKERS REMIND ME OF U,,,,,look at them$:!!;&:!3 OK IM ACC DONE NOW BYE BEY MITO HIPE U DONT FALL ASLEPE READING ALL THAT

AHHH hi weebun !! ^^ i was literally having bubble tea with my sister like a few hours ago and when i checked the inbox n saw this i BOLTED !! sorry for never responding to this, i forgot inbox existed..,

notes: shittily wrote as this as a warmup/just general yap :> sorry for messiness and incoordination.., platonic, no warnings !! unless ur lactose intolerant idk

so you'll be jus chillin w the 141 on base and then say something like "boba is absolute gas shits better than normal tea" and of course, since the majority of the taskforce is british, you get absolutely fucking jumped for it. like- keep in mind, you say this price, the NUMBER ONE TEA AND BISCUTS DEFENDER, so you do end up getting toilet duty for a week with the explanation of 'uncordial behaviour.'

but after your deployment, you are the one to arrange where the 141 meet up. it's a little ritual you guys have developed to stay connected in between missions, one that makes your friendship seem a bit more real. sometimes the only thing that keeps your eyes open and heart pumping. and since you're an absolute fucking menace, you ask if you can meet around the heart of london- and then drag them all into the nearest bubble tea store you can.

-

price... doesn't end up liking it. takes a total of two sips, nearly chokes on the pearls, and then sets the cup down. he claims he's been around long enough to know that this- like many other foods, is probably some 'trendy millennial bullshit that'll disappear in a solid few', but that doesn't help ease the insane side eye that he gets from the cashier.

but to your surprise, ghost seems somewhat okay with it. his face doesnt really change (from what you can tell- his mouth is still hidden due to some face mask he put on), but he seems neutral, relaxed, even. he mutters something along the lines of how it isn't too bad, but it doesn't beat a cuppa- to which you chose to ignore, and how he'll probably just stick to having an earl grey in the mornings. but a few months later, you catch him at the same boba store, and you cant help but giggle to yourself.

soap fucking inhales the drink. its genuinely concerning, to say the very least. he seems to like.. unhinge his jaw like some kind of snake, and then inhales the whole drink in what you think is a millisecond. and since he's the only scotsman on the team- thinks the whole 'tea n biscuits' ritual his colleagues have is utter stupidity, so not only does he now FREQUENTLY drink boba because he likes it- he also drinks out of utter spite.

gaz is the only one with a seemingly respectable opinion about boba, unfortunately. he's had it before, multiple times- it appeals to his sweet tooth and is the occasional treat after long missions. but unlike you, gaz does not value peace, and seems to keep egging soap on in chugging unreasonable amounts of the drink. (and he doesnt mention it, as he does not want to face the same punishment as you did, but he thinks that bubble tea is sometimes, just sometimes better than his cuppa.)

masterlist (some of my other stuff is better promise)

[mangosrar]

never say never.

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

warnings: smut. angst idk????

an: not proof read. more parts coming soon 😛😛😛

"matt have you seen my car keys" she hollered at him as she scurried around the kitchen.

"where are you going?" he asked as he peaked his head aoundd the door.

"i have to go home" she tilted her head and watched as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on the small of her back, pulling her close.

"you dont have to go home, just move in with me" he brought his face closer to hers as her hands fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt that was now creased and exposing his chest.

"i cant matt you know this, i need my studio" she told him.

"ill build you a studio here, hell id build you a whole art gallery if it meant i got to live with you doll" he moved his face to her cheek and planted a soft kiss there.

7 months ago.

just as she was bending down to press a display sticker to one of the signs, she felt a hard slap to her ass, spinning around she was met with violet smirking, leaned back against nathan. the two of them looked picturesque together. she wore a shimmery champagne dress while he wore a black suit.

"you look great rue" violet gushed.

"thanks vee" she wore a white dress tonight. it was a little more showy than she wouldve liked, low cut and short, but she had bought it last minute and didnt have time to change her mind. violet loved it, of course, she lived for dressing sexy.

"you did all this rory?" nate asked. gesturing to the room around them as he spoke. the place was heaving, every single piece of art in there was either already sold, or bring inquired for, thr room was decorated 'diligently' as her boss byron described. never once had that man complimented her so she was taking whatever she could get.

"yeah, worked my little ass of and byron wont let me display one piece of my art in here" she huffed out a breath rolling her eyes.

"Douch bag knows yours would sell for more than hes ever made" violet uttered.

she didnt even get the chance to reply before one of the artists was tapping on her shoulder making her spin around. "someone would like to make an offer on one of my pieces downstairs."

"oh yes of course" she turned back around. "drink, mingle, have fun. ill find you guys in a bit"

after an hour of running up and down the stairs, about half the pieces were sold and the place was completely packed. the smell of liquor wafted through the air, mixing with the loud conversations.

"hey rory" voilet called from across the crowd. she gently made her way through the sea of people muttering soft 'excuse me's to everyone. when she finally made it to violet she had a wicked smile on her face that made her suspiciously squint her eyes.

"what?" she asked apprehensively.

"nate has a friend here that he wants you to meet. voilets words were saturated with intent, but rory couldnt place it. she tugged on her arm, walking them across the room.

she could see the back of nate, standing and talking to someone. as he turned to face them she saw who she was talking to.

the man was taller than nathan, and more built. his stare was intense. shockingly blue eyes and a strong stubbled jaw. he had dark hair that fanned out around his head perfectly. he wore a flawlessly tailored suit, designer by the looks of it. she could see tattoos peaking out from under his sleeves onto his hands, gripping a hilariously small looking glass.

"sorry to pull you away from your fun, but this is my childhood best friend, matthew sturniolo" nate reached over, patting his friend on the back. "matt this is aroura jovans" he introduced her by her full name, keeping it formal for the time being.

matt stared cooly down at her, extending his hand. "nice to meet you aroura"

despite hating the sound of her full name, hearing it on matts tongue made her swoon. she had never seen a man so handsome in her entire life.

finding her head, rory reached out, placing her hand over his, the size difference was stark and it made his cock jump. "nice to meet you too Matthew" she replied looking up at him. "you can call me rory"

he had picked up on the colour of her cheeks when they touched. this bookish little sweetheart was the last thing he expected to find when nate invited him here. to say he was intrigued was an understatement.

now.

he continued his trail of kissed down her neck. her hands came up to tug on his hair, earning a hum from matt.

"stay here with me" he muttered as he sucked dark circles into her skin. she sighed and leaned her head back, giving him better access. she wanted to give in so bad, she wanted to let him have his way with her right now.

"i cant matt, i have things to do" her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as she desperately tried to keep it together, but matts groping hands and his mouth were proving to be a real challenge.

"let me take care of you baby" and before she could even protest. he had hiked her up onto the kitchen counter and shoved his hand into her panties, his lip between his teeth, eyes watching her face intensely. his fingers traced up her folds making him let out a low groan as he left light circles on her clit, pulling a shaky whine from rorys mouth.

"look at that honey, youre soaked" she couldnt help but whine at his words. his fingers quickened and his touch became firmer, prompting her head to lull back as she gripped one hand on his shoulder and the other smacked down onto the counter behind her. her hips started rocking in rhythm with his hand. he knew just how to work her.

"it would be so mean of me to leave you like this doll" his voice was patronizing and cocky. matt once again brought his mouth to her neck and licked a stripe up her throat, pulling a lewd moan from her.

"dont stop matt ngh- pl-" and before she could even finish her sentence, he cut her off by yanking his hand away from her and plopping his fingers into his mouth.

she stared at him wide eyed, mouth hanging open and the feeling of her approaching high fizzling out.

matt gripped her hips and pulled her off the counter, standing her back on her own, now shaky legs before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out her keys. he placed them in her hand before pressing a firm kiss to her lips.

"have a great day baby ill see you for dinner" and with that he was off, sauntering back off into his office.

matt returning to a normal life once he met aroura never seemed like anything out of the ordinary, business was well, he was going to dinner parties, he had fake manners, all prepared for a complete disregard for his past life. he wondered if the straw would ever come and he would return to his late affairs, then again he wondered if that straw had already been pulled. he knew he couldnt hide from himself much longer. his biggest enemy was the man he saw in the mirror. he was filtered with anger and disgust for himself. each day, in and out, he knew what rory didnt. surely the truth would come out, it was just a matter of when. every time his phone rang and her face came up he was sure this was it, thinking of some excuse or lie he could tell before answering and of course each time he was wrong, after a few months of him fighting with himself he gave up. realising there was no way she would ever find out. but never say never.

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[yaspup9000]

By Popular demand, here’s some of my LPS Hot takes

Some of the later pets weren’t That bad. Like yea I do agree that the tv show based toys from like 2013-2016 weren’t that great and kinda fugly looking, but with some of the 2020 pets, why yes not as iconic as the 2000s lps that we know and love, I still believe some people were really harsh on some of these pets cuz like they did look really cute tho! My only problem with the pets was the fact they had names tbh 2. Not every g2 lps molds were perfect. Some really good examples of older lps molds being kinda ugly were the first Jack Russel and poodle molds. I’ve also mentioned about the skunk/Squrriel molds were pretty lazy since it’s just the same mold . They didn’t even try to make them different from each other. Like say what you will but at least with some of the newer pets between 2013-2020 they were at least trying to make the skunk and squirrel molds different from each other. also the opossum molds was not all that great tbh..

3. The worse thing that ever happened to lps was the Blythe loves lps toy line. No joke idk why they thought this was good. I mean if you guys loved the Blythe dolls that’s fine, to me I always found them off putting since well, they just didn’t fit personally. Like you’re the one who’s caring the pets or this is a world where it’s run by pets. There was never any mention about humans tbh. Again this is prob coming from bitter younger me lol. But in all seriousness though, never really liked Blythe dolls tbh

4. People need to Chill out about the some of the rerelease of lps. Yes I understand, I’m just as nervous and excited as the rest of you guys however I genuinely feel as if people are really making a mountain out of a hill over some prototypes and a blind bag. Like I understand that everyone’s burned out by bad decisions after bad decisions within the lps Franchise. And yes blind bags are overused and annoying however, Guys.. they’re not just gonna make only just blind bags, they’re gonna do other stuff for lps soon just be patient. Not to mention at the end of the day, they’re still just silly little pets for kids. Can you critique the toys? Of course! But just remember that it ain’t that deep. 5. They should bring back that one brown poodle mold

yes this one! its cute as hecc! and i wish they would bring this back 6. This cat isn't a "Wolf-Cat" Its a maine coon. This isn't even an opinion or anything, i just wanna let people know that its suppose to be a maine coon. also the actual "wolf-cat" is called Lykoi and idk how that breed of cat would look as an lps.

7. the main reason back in 2013 Lps was having a reboot was due to MLP having a reboot. that's just my theory tho.

8. I feel like a lot of people keep forgetting that 90s LPS exist. Like whenever people say "g1" they don't think about the kenner Lps toys, they were thinking about the 2000's lps that was popularized by hasbro. and tbh that kinda sucks.. cuz why yes the kenner toys were more into realism, i still geninually, like the kenner lps figures they were rad.

9. The sticker eyes lps were cute, I actually liked them 10. One pet peeve I had with LPS popular, is that technically, Brook should of been arrested or at least suspended since she did attack Savannah first. Not to mention, doesn't this school have like cameras or something!? i know this has been years since I've watched LPS popular but like, bruh, Why don't her parents believe her!

Umm.. I dont really have any other opinions nor thoughts at the moment. idk feel free to ask me anything lps related and I'll give my honest opinions.

[sleepyking]

Exactly one person said they wanted this so-

(Might find more eventually idk)

BILL/CIPHER/BILL CIPHER - EYE OF PROVIDENCE WIKI

ALEX/HIRSCH - FLANNEL GOOGLE SEARCH

GRAVITY FALLS - “NEVER HEARD OF IT”

MCGUCKET/FIDDLEFORD - COTTONEYE JOE

PINES - “A GOOD FAMILY TREE”

DISNEY - “RAT.GIF CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION”

BOOK OF BILL - “HIDE IT UNDER SHIRT DURING PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE”

EUCLID/SCALENE/SCRIMBLES - “LIFE FORM NOT FOUND”

EUCLYDIA - “DIMENSION NOT FOUND”

TANTRUM - BILL & TIME BABY CONVERSATION

TRIANGLE - “TRI HARDER”

WHO ARE YOU - “I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION”

PORTAL - “PORTAL.EXE HAS BEEN DELETED. I BET YOU COULD BUILD ONE”

DEATH - “LIFE’S GOTH COUSIN”

LIFE - “72% COMPLETE. NOW LOADING: DEATH”

CLONE - PAPERJAM DIPPER, SUBTITLE: HERE, HE’S YOUR PROBLEM NOW! JUST KEEP THIS GUY AWAY FROM LIQUIDS!

SHAPE/GREECE - ANCIENT GREECE ARTICLE

T J ECKLEBURG - “NEVER SAY THAT NAME AGAIN”

BYE GOLD - “BYE!’

YOURE INSANE - “SURE I AM WHATS YOUR POINT?”

AXOLOTL - “YOU ASK ALOTL QUESTIONS”

WEIRDMAGEDDON - NEWS ARTICLE

FORGET THE PAST - COLOR CIPHER: TWO DIMENSIONS, TO AND FRO. YOU ALWAYS NOW WHICH WAY TO GO. IF YOU’RE LOST DONT BE AFRIAD, IN EUCLYDIA YOU’VE GOT IT MADE. RUN TOO FAR TO RIGHT OF FAME, YOU’LL APPEAR ON LEFT AGAIN. JUMO TOO HIGH DONT CRY OR FRET, YOU’LL POP UP FROM THE GROUND, I BET. IN THIS SPACE THERE IS NO FEAR, LOVED ONES WILL BE EVER NEAR, ROLES AND RULES ALWAYS CLEAR. EUCLYDIA, WE HOLD YOU DEAR.”

RIDDLE - “WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME?”

BLIND EYE - EYE EXAM; “THEY’LL SEE, THEY’LL ALL SEE.” “EUCLYDIAN DEPARTMENT OF VISION SUPERVISION.”

THEYLL (ALL) SEE - “IS SEEING BELIEVING?”

BABY - PREGNANCY SCAN

QUESTION - ANSWER

ANSWER - QUESTION

HOLOGRAM - UNIVERSE

WELL WELL WELL BEING - “PATIENT FILE: BILL CIPHER. GREATEST LOVE: HIMSELF. GREATEST FEAR: HIMSELF.” “ART THERAPY NOTES: ALL HE DRAWS ARE RED AND BLUE TRIANGLES.” “PATIENT’S ODD PHOBIAS: 3D GLASSES, VENETIAN BLINDS, TV STATIC.”

REALITY - “IS AN ILLUSION”

NAITSUF - SOUL CONTRACT. “YOU KILLED US ALL. REMEMBER US.” “SOMEONE HELP. THE MURDER’S NAME IS BILL.”

VALLIS CINERIS - “WHY DID YOU DO IT?” STATIC!SCALENE AND STATIC!EUCLID HOLDING LITTLE BILLY

STANLEY PINES - BRASS KNUCKLES GOOGLE SEARCH. GOLD CHAINS FOR OLD MEN GOOGLE SEARCH. DOGS PLAYING POKER GOOGLE SEARCH. 8-BALL CANE GOOGLE SEARCH. MALE GIRDIE GOOGLE SEARCH. SHRINER FEX GOOGLE SEARCH. COLONEL SANDERS TIE. WHEEL OF FAME; “HOW HE BEAT ME” CHANGES.

DIPPER - LETTERS TO DIPPER FROM BILL, CHANGES

MABEL - STICKERS, GRADUALLY ADD; “LAB NOW FULLY MABELIZED”

WADDLES - PIG PLACEMENT WEBSITE

HELP ME/GOD/SAVE ME - VIDEO OF BILL STATUE

SEASON 3 - SEASON 2

SEASON 2 - SEASON 1

SEASON 1 - SEASON -1: ANTIGRAVITY FALLS

SEASON -2 - SEASON 1

SEASON -3 - SEASON 2

JOURNAL 3 - THE JOURNAL FOR ME

TOBY DETERMINED - RESTRAINING ORDER

DEER TEETH - “FOR YOU, KID!”

PACIFICA - LETTER FROM PACIFICA

RIDDLE - “WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME?”

YES - “WHATS MCGUCKET’S FAVORITE SODA?”

MOUNTAIN DONT - “WHATS A MEDIEVAL HOMONYM?”

LIAR LYRE - “THE 20TH INGREDIENT OF ANTI-CIPHERIZING TONIC?”

HAROLDS RAMBLINGS - “HOW IS CLOWN REPELLANT MADE?”

UNION MADE - “BILL’S GOVT FILE NUMBER?”

29121239168518 - “WHO COMES FROM ZIMTREX 5?”

GREBLEY HEMBERDRECK - “WHATS ON BILLS FLAG?”

RAT - “THURBURT’S NUMBER?”

3466554 - “WHAT LEAVES A THIN LINE IN THE SHOW?”

TINSEL SNAKE - “THE 6TH OPTION ON BILL’S EDITING SOFTWARE?”

TORTURE MENTALLY - “NAME AN UNPRONOUNCABLE WIZARD”

XGQRTHX - “WHERE DO TRI ANGLES COME FROM?”

333 SUNDAPPLE LANE, COZY CREEK, IL, 60714-94611 - “BILL CIPHER’S LAWYER?”

MULTILEVEL MARK - “WHO DEFEATED SILA BIRCHTREE--?”

EMMALINE BUTTERNUBINS - “YOU’VE EARNED A TREAT! ENTER ‘DISPENSE MY TREAT’ TO DOWNLOAD”

DISPENSE MY TREAT - DOWNLOADS ZIP FILE BILLS FILES DO NOT OPEN!!.ZIP

FORTNITE - “LIFE PRIVELAGES REVOKED. NOW REALEASING POISON GAS.”

DUCKTECTIVE - “DUCKTECTIVE STARS IN “LOVE, QUACKTUALLY” COMING TO: “OI, THIS IS COCKNEY, INNIT?” THIS FALL”

BLENDIN - “TIME AGENT LOST AND PRESUMED INCOMPETENT”

GIDEON - AWFUL RECORDING OF GIDEON HUMMING

ROBBIE - MESSAGES BETWEEN HIM AND HIS FRIEND GROUP

ABUELITA - BEST VACUUM FOR WALLS AND CEILINGS YOUTUBE VIDEO

MASON - SCRACTH PAPER DIPPER WROTE ANAGRAMS ON

CRYPTOGRAM CODEX - DOWNLOADS ZIP FILE CRYPTOGRAM CODEX.ZIP

BOOBERRY - QUESTION MARK MADE OF WORDS, TITLE “THE MEANING OF LIFE”

LOVE - AUDIO BOOK OF “TABITHA LUSTHEART”

GOODNIGHT SALLY - BILL SHIRT, “KEEP ON POSSESSIN’”

CURSED - FIND OUT YOURSELF, I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO BEGIN EXPLAINING IT

TITANS BLOOD - “HOOT HOOT. PASSWORD PLEASE”

CURSE WITTEBANE - BILL CIPHER OUIJI BOARD(?)

PLATINUM PAZ - PACIFICA’S DREAM

VIRUS - THEPLAGUE.PDF

ADASTRAPERASPERA - JOURNAL PAGE TITLED CIPHER’S CORPSE?

GUN - “OH YES OH YES OH YES THEY BOTH”

OH YES THEY BOTH - “REACHED FOR”

SORRY - PICTURE OF FORD AND MCGUCKET WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGER

SPOOKY - AUDIOBOOK OF “SPOOKEMUPS”

SKELETON - “THE ONE WITH THE SWORD! HE FOUND YOU!”

MYSTERY - “?”

MYSTERY SHACK - CONFUSION HILL GOOGLE SEARCH

BLACKSHEEP - BILL BASICALLY DOES DRUG DEALING

BAAAA - “LETS RISE FROM THE GRAVE, LETS WALK IN OUR SLEEP. WHAT GOOD IS A SHEPERD WITHOUT ANY SHEEP? WE’LL START AT THE END UNTIL WE BEGIN. THERE’S ROOM IN MY THRONE, IT’S TIME TO FIT IN.”

CARD - BILL’S BUSINESS(? I ASSUME?) CARD

IRREGULAR - BILL MUGSHOTS

THERAPRISM - “IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, DO NOT USE ELEVATORS” SIGN

DIPPY FRESH - REDDIT NOSTALGIA??

OROBOROUS - LOST JOURNAL 3 PAGES ABOUT THE AXOLOTL

SOOS - LETTERS WRITTEN BY SOOS

STANFORD/FORD/SIXER - FORD’S MEDICAL REPORT

Lmk if you’d like to see the pictures from the zip files:))

Anyways my soul belongs to Bill Cipher now

[kylelover]

Thank you so much for the support on LMS pt 1 <3<3

Tw slurs, just skip cartmans first texts on the gc

LITTLE MISS CARTMAN: pt 2 (KYLE X READER)

Stan stared at the message on his screen, there was no way this was real.

Stanㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:16

wait what, CARTMANS SISTER??

is this a joke ?ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✓ ✓ seen

As soon as Stan was writing his next text, he quickly got a reply from his best friend.

Kyleㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:20

Idk.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✓ ✓ seen

Kyle looked at his phone, he didn't know how to explain his feelings for the girl.

On one part, she was lovely, sweet and funny

On the other, she was his frenemies sister.

But it felt so good when their arms brushed against each other, or when she complimented him, or how his name just sounded so good when she said it...

He felt so confused.

The curly haired boy had a feeling inside his chest, he couldn't guess if it was love or anxiousness.

His thoughts got interrupted when he suddenly heard multiple notification sounds come from his phone.

Stan ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:30

what do you mean you don't know??

cartmans gpnna kill youu

not like he doesn't want to do it already...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✓ ✓ seen

Kyle grabbed his phone quickly and layed on his bed.

Kyle ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:30

She's just so different from him.

My whole perspective for her changed in such a short period of time.

Didn't you notice how she shut Cartman off the other day?? She was amazing.

She is amazing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✓ ✓ seen

Stan ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:34

huhh 🫤 I guess you were serious

i'd say go for it

maybe I can ask wendy if she has her number

or just ask her yourself

also did you like my sparky sticker I made it ywsterday lmao

Juet ask her out?, Kyle wishes it would be that easy.

Maybe he could try. Just maybe things could go right and... they could go out...?

Kyle's head was full of thoughts about her.

Once again, his phone dinged. This time it wasn't from Stan.

Cartman haters

Kenny changed the name of the groupchat to "Cartman haters"

Cartman ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:47

Kenny shut up your poor and a fag

I don know how you even have a phone

Change it

Kenny ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:48

Not until you pass me the answer to question number 3‼️‼️ you know damn well we have to do this work thing together

Cartman ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:49ㅤ

You know that not giving me admin on the group is fatphobec

Your racist kenny

Kenny silenced Cartman

Kennyㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:49

Also cartman, it's "You're"

@KYLE I know you did it, can you give me the answer

Please, or I'll ask Y/N maybe

I'm on my knees not only begging but also

Kyle ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:50

No.

Do it yourself.

Also stop using those dumbass reaction pics for everything...

Kenny ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:52

~

Kyle laughed at his friends actions and shut his phone off.

And just as he was dazing and about to fall asleep...

Cartman ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1:01

Kayle

Why are u partners whith My sister

Dont even try to date her!! she wold never be friends a jew like u

Kyle just stared at Cartman's message.

Kyle ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1:02

We're partners because the teacher assigned us together

She's her own person she can hangout with whoever she wants

Also learn how to type.

Satisfied with his response, the boy shut his phone off and finally went to sleep.

Sorry for it being so short!! I'll write tomorrow the next chapter where things get more interesting... <3<3

[skunkes]

You probably get this asked a lot but do you have any particular things you keep in mind when writing in your journal? I started recently and it's been great but I find that Only recapping my day gets to be a bit tedious (esp when I don't go outside much lol) so I was curious what you do to keep motivated with it ! Ur sticker layouts are always so cutes btw I'm very inspired by them ^_^💖

Yeah! I mainly journal for Memory Keeping as i have a weird obsession with wanting to keep track of anything/everything, so i just think of what future cheye would want to know, instead of just recapping day.

Makes me really sad bc in college all i had energy to write was like "ate x went to class went to mailroom went to class 2 had x for dinner 1 am now goodnight" and its like. What about. The whole rest of it!! What did u do who did you talk to when was it that you saw a raccoon irl for the first time!!! Were you stressing over assignments?? Which and why!!! I have 0 tangible, meaningful, memories of what happened now. Just sterile clinical ones. :(

I do track things consistently like my rating for the day, the time i woke up and the time i go to bed, what i ate, if i cried, along wit other personal stats (i like the numbers!). Sometimes I also dont Do anything in a day so i just focus on other things, like taking the opportunity to write about feelings a little bit, so future cheye Knows the state of mind i was in on a given day, or maybe talk about how I bought something and am excited to wear/use it

Not much happened today so I wrote about and included how my dad described the plot of to, and showed me, some scenes of The Untouchables 1987 today because a song always reminds him of that movie...

yesterday I wrote about how my sister and I are planning on trying some pillsbury cocoa rolls on thursday, since we couldn't today, and that I am Excited.

I don't know, its small things that I feel I'd appreciate in the future even if they seem silly or pointless right now...(and also good for keeping track of personal growth, as Im hoping I at one point get to pinpoint where my complaints about Not Wanting to Drive fade away from the entries. Ykwim?)

ITS KIND OF LIKE THAT ONE POST ON HERE...like "if you see this tag one delight from your day no matter how small". You ""force"" yourself to come up with something to pad the entry with, and I think it's small things like that that will be really telling of your time here, in the future ^_^ time capsule of the old you

like. Did you see something insanely funny? Did your best friend say something weird... Did the internet platforms you browse all rally over a war criminal dying... Is it still rainy and chilly like it was yesterday? Are you excited for your birthday even if its many months away... What series did you start rewatching? Did u get scared by a shadow while walking your dog...idk! Anything, everything

[sparrowinkk]

ask game thingy: 1, 3, 12, 28, and 38!!

ooo ty for the ask!

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

hmm id have to say:

I moved to Scotland from the US when i was 10. This has resulted in me having a bit of a identiy crisis lmao

Probs my friend group in high school. We were the gay weirdos and if I had not been able to find a group like that, idek where I'd be

horse games! Ive played alot of horse games growing up and they helped me realise that that was what i wanted to do with my life :3 (get a career in horses)

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Twilight. Ive seen it a billion times, i could a watch it a billion more

Avatar (blue people). Its just the world building man THE WORLD BUILDING

LOTR triology. Somehow, put all 3 extenaditions (wow i cant spell) editions onto 1 cd and id be set.

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

oooo this is hard. This is kinda specific, but if your coming out of high school and feel the need to go to school or figure all your shit out immediately, its okay if you cant or dont want to. Its okay if you have no fuckin idea where life is gonna lead you. You will figure it out, just give yourself time.

When i left, i had no idea what to do with myself and i couldnt afford school. 1 year later, i realised theres college for horse stuff! I'm so glad i couldnt get into uni cause i would have ended up in a course that i would have hated. High school was rough, i would not have been happy in uni at the time.

28. do you collect anything?

I try not to clutter my space to much or just have lots of stuff, buttttt i like to collect random bits of paper and put them into my journal! Receipts, tickets, cards, random stickers, something i found on the floor, that shit is goin in there!

38.fave song at the moment?

ah im so glad you asked this question. I'm the kind of autistic where ill listen to the same song over and over and over and during all of the booping yesterday i listened to this all day:

I accidentally found it, idk what its from. But my brain went 'yep, this is it.'

ty again for the ask!! <333

[stinkygirl009]

‘It’s ok you can sleep’

Stu Miley X Fem! Y/n

HIII YALL!! So this is my first time writing a image I guess but idk I’ve read to many and I think I know what I’m doing lol enjoy

AND BTW I DON’T KNOW WHAT CERTAIN THINGS ARE CALLED FOR AT THOES SEELP LABS SORRY!!! I DONT KNOW JACK ABOUT SLEEP TESTS😭

TW: mentions of nightmares

(Credit to creator of GIF I don’t own it)

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You were working at the lab today still waiting for that one patient after 20 minutes has passed.

“Hey Beth, should we call him?” I say over to my Co worker, I look at the door waiting seeing if he might come in also hearing for her response. “I guess so, it’s been like-what? 20 minutes?” She replied sighing and not looking up from her papers on people’s polysomnography results “okay.” I reach over to our work phone and wait for her to say his number “it’s-“ she got cut off from the door opening roughly. I look up and see and quite pretty man, his hair was messy he was wearing a black shirt that had some design on it, a brown jacket and dark jeans.

“Um-“ he looked at the door and he carefully closed it. “-sorry!” He said quickly, he looked at the ground and walked over to the counter and rested his arm on there. “Oh-no it’s fine I do that sometimes…heh” I say nervously and look at him. “Um-name please?”

“Oh yea..it’s Stu Miley.” He said tiredly.

‘poor guy, he actually really needs some sleep’ I thought

“Well your right on time” I say jokingly, referring to him being late. He chuckled and he sided smiled with his eyes closed he head facing down “uh huh” he sighed “well I’m going to be helping you with your polysomnography today, and my names y/n” he nodded his head raised his head looking in my eyes but jeez…he eyes were really pretty. It took me a second to realize “follow me to your room.” And get out behind the counter cubicle along with some paper work and being walking towards the room. I looked behind me to see him walking behind me with his hands in his pockets, looking around the place.  I stop in front of his room and lean and to turn on the light and walk in and jester him to mini bed and I sit down gathering my paperwork in order to take notes and ask questions to him. “ok so let’s start off,”

“How any hours do you normally get sleep?” I ask looking at him with my pen in my head waiting for his response. “Um…usually 4 hours, if I’m lucky then 6.” He says. “Oh ok..” I take some time to write it down and look back up at him. “Your doctor you said that you have nightmares a lot?” I ask in a soft voice.  He seems to shift a little bit slightly uncomfortable. he hums in response.

“I can tell your uncomfortable talking about that..but just one more question ok? Promise” I say truthfully, trying to get him to relax a little bit.

“How bad do they usually get, Is it to a certain point you can’t wake up Or, you can wake up, but you just can’t fall back asleep?” I ask him

“Oh..um where I can’t wake up” he says looking at me up and down quickly.

“Okay” and I wrote down his answer on my paper.

“Welp I kept my promise no more questions” I look up at him and smile and stand up and set down my clipboard.

*few minutes later*

I finished setting him up with the sticker monitors.

“Ok there! Now all you have to do is sleep” I walk back and turn off the lights, I start to walk to the window to close the shades, “there we go-“ I started to say before I could finish-

“You’ll wake me up if I start to have nightmares, Right?…”

I stop and look towards him. And breathe for a second “I promise-“

“It’s ok you can sleep.” I say comforting him along with a smile.

“Thanks Doc…”

A/N:

DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE!?! YK HOW HE CALLS JULIE DOC AND Y/N IS TECHNICALLY A DOCTOR SO THATS HOW HE STARTS TO CALL Y/N DOC AHHHHHHH

But anyway!!! I hope you enjoyed this and I would appreciate a like please:)

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT OR DAY!!



[kamoegoi]

back from anime north it was a lot of fun.

 i could not find any aerial or gusion full city or hyakuri but i found a novelization of stret fighter and a manga capcom apparently made of daigo umehara’s life story and i think thats very funny/cool (also other booksbut theyre not as funny/cool as a daigo umehara biomanga). highlight was definitely that big dance circle where people would jump in if they heard a kpop song they knew. i dont know any but it was fun to watch and we were there for like hours because it was so mesmerizing the talent on display. there was this kid who was 10 and he fucking popped off and every song he knew he took center and everyone immediately snapped into formation behind him and everyone became 1000x more synched because thats the power of a strong center.

lowlight was not being able to hang out with my friend as much because he was working it as a vendor this year and also this one weirdo at the dance circle who straddled up next to me with his buddy and was like “hey do you know where the hentai is?” and because he asked a question i had an answer to because i had just come from the beguiling booth where i saw a hentai table i immediately answered him and his shit eating grin just. immediately melted. he sullenly thanked me and went back to his friend and i felt the little loading wheel spin in my head until i realized he was trying to embarass me??? i guess???? like i was some victorian froufrou lady or something??? like hey dipshit its an anime convention some ladies are out here with there whole ass with signs saying theyll step on you for $5 and im out here in jorts and im all ankle like what the hell are you talking about go away

i also got a cute mousepad that is all flower petals and moon crescents with soft pink and blue pastels and a stiched edge that im very excited about, as well as a bunch of stickers i want to put on my mtg notebook. also an artist was selling an error keychain she made of adora but her armour was styled with silver foil instead of the intended gold foil and the artist was like “oh this was a mistake but i would rather people have it than it get thrown away” and i like that because it was specifically because the foiling was silver that i thought it was cool because it felt like a mid-transformation effect than just the normal armour like youd see her in. idk i think its neat how such a little mistake could make something so aesthetically cool to me yknow? it also has this cool rainbow halo/aura effect in the clear resin where the heart of etheria frames adora like ist just very cool i think. so yeah it was a good time!

[tobi-momo]

HAIKYUU BOYS AND SHARING A BED TROPES | PT. 2 | PT. 1

PAIRINGS: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader | Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader | Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader | Tsukishima Kei x Reader

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Comfort

WARNINGS: idk how i forgot to put the warnings when i first posted this but cursing?

ANON ASKED: Hey there! I loved your sharing a bed trope, would you be willing to do it for Asahi, Yamaguchi, Sugawara and Kei? Thank you if you do!

A/N: hey babes, unfortunately i dont really write for asahi or sugawara, so i hope you can accept bokuto and kuroo instead <3 and thank you for liking the first part, i had so much fun writing it— also sorry these are so much longer i got a lil distracted akjds

KOUTAROU — The "It's So Cold Can I Sleep In There With You?" trope:

The heater broke. Of course, the heater broke. The temperature would not stop dropping it seemed like. The hairs on his arms and legs are stuck up as he lays on your floor underneath a thin blanket, and his breaths become more forced to try and heat up his hands. He figured you were sleeping fine, under all those comforters— something he wished he was under as well. No matter how many times he would rub his feet together for friction or would blow slowly on his skin to heat up or squint his eyes closed to try and force himself asleep, it didn't work. His shivers and his jittering teeth would keep him up. He was going to bear it though— until he heard your raggedy breaths and your tiny whimpers in complaint. "Y/n?" He whispers in the dark. "Yeah, Kou?" You answer with a shaky voice. "Are you cold?" "A little bit. Are you?" "Yeah," he sighs, sinking himself into the cold surface of his blankets. He didn't know if your silence was you thinking or hesitating to say something, but he patiently waited for your response. "Kou?" You call from the blue, tugging his attention further. "What is it?" He can hear the sheets rustle a bit before he sees the dark shadow of the blanket being lifted from the side of the bed. "Come in here with me." Woah. He had to be honest, he wasn't expecting that. Even though he was already getting up, he had to ask, "are you sure," just to be safe. When he saw the slight nod of your head and the scoot of your body to the other side of your mattress, he slid himself in. It was a lot warmer than his bed, he'll be honest, but he didn't want to admit he liked it because it was your body heat. He huffed when he settled in, trying to shuffle and get his body nice and warm to sleep before he looked at your figure across from him. Suddenly, his heart fluttered. Even though he could only see your silhouette, you looked so pretty. "Hey, Y/n," he murmurs with his face halfway under the covers while scooting his body the tiniest bit closer to you. "Um, yeah?" You breathed. "C'mere," was all he added before dragging your limbs to his body and letting his hands roam your back. It finally got warm.

TETSUROU — The "I Heard Cuddling Helps You Sleep Better" trope:

He had always sucked at flirting, you admit to yourself every day, but what really sucked was that you fell for it every damn time. It was just a casual hangout in his room where you both ended up laying down on his mattress and looking at the little glow-in-the-dark star stickers on his ceiling, pointing at them and attempting to make up constellations. "Hey, wait, look at that one," he points out, nudging your arm against his to gather your attention. "Yeah, I pointed that out like, ten minutes ago," you laugh. "Okay, well—" he defends hopelessly, "I got nothin'." You giggle once more before you turn your head to lie your cheek against his blanket and watch his playful grin grow and his eyes relax in satisfaction. He looks so peaceful, you thought as you let a yawn escape you. He side-eyed you curiously until he let himself turn and face you fully. "Tired?" "I guess so." "You know, I heard cuddling helps you sleep better," he slyly pulls off, watching you chuckle and shake your head. "What? I'm right," he laughs with you. "How would you know? Last time I checked I'm the first person to willingly lay on your bed with you," you tease, earning a pout from him. "Well, we could find out, couldn't we?" He smirks, taking his victory when you scoff. "C'mon! Let's get you to sleep, Baby," he practically coos while he sits up energetically and folds the blankets over themselves to create room for you. You roll your eyes, but you cooperate, slipping inside his refreshing sheets and breathing in the sweet scent of his laundry freshener. You politely wait for his arrival, watching him dip inside and pull the sheets over his shoulder. "Y/n," he says, deadpanning at your figure almost a foot away from him. "Yes?" "You're forgetting the 'cuddling' part of my joke." "Oh, I am?" You slip innocently. He only scoffs before he scoots himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your torso and pushing your head close to his chest. His legs had found themselves weaving with yours, intertwining gently and comfortably. Hmm, you thought. Maybe this was better. He definitely thought so when he heard your tiny snores and felt your hands press on his chest. Yeah. Definitely better.

TADASHI — The "I Have Constant Nightmares Please Sleep With Me" trope:

"Y/n?" He asks the moment you sit up from his desk, about to grab your things. "Yeah?" "Can you do me a favor?" "Sure, what is it?" He fiddles with his hands as he sat straight up on his bed, looking down at his fidgeting fingers. "Tadashi? What's wrong?" You frown and sit next to him in worry, watching his expression change. "It's nothing, I just wanted to know if," he breathed, "you could sleepover? Tonight?" He almost winced at his sentence, not wanting to risk rejection. Your eyes widened, surprised by the question, but you felt relieved at the same time. You wouldn't tell him that you've been wanting to do this for months— no. So, sighing, you nod your head with a gentle smile. "Of course. I'd love to." You didn't miss the lit-up face he made before "coughing" and covering it up. You giggled. An hour later, when you lay awkwardly in bed with him, you have a weird feeling. You two are barely touching each other, and his breaths seem...off. You could hear and feel the sheets rustle before you, watching his fingers tremble slightly while his bottom lip quivers and his squinting eyes scan around in confusion. He was still asleep, but he seemed wide awake somewhere else. You came to the conclusion that he was currently having a nightmare— and a bad one at that. You couldn't stop yourself from moving closer and wrap yourself around him, as well to wipe the wet streams from his face. He suddenly gasped awake, only to find his head facing your chest and your legs threaded with his and your arms keeping him close. He felt ashamed to have shown that to you. He felt bad. But it was only when you asked, "are you okay? Wanna talk about it?" In the dark, silent room where he suddenly felt lighter and less dragged down. "Um, I'm okay now, thank you," he says, letting his own arm drape along your face and allowing his head to snuggle further into you. He was appreciative of your actions as he smiled to himself on your skin, your lips pressing onto his temple pulling his heartstrings a little too much. He wondered if he had you over again, would they soon deteriorate? Would they soon blow into the wind like the broken petals of a dead flower? He hoped so. But now, the only thing he could do was cling harder to your support and love until he was okay. Good thing you weren't leaving.

KEI — The "I'm Not Going To Bed Unless You Go To Bed With Me." trope:

"Oh my God, Y/n. Go to sleep," he grudges annoyingly, taking a deep breath before turning back down to his paper. "No." "And why not?" "Because you're not in here with me," you answer with an audible grin, a face he rolls his eyes at without looking for it. "I have work to do, I can't just go to bed," he defends, waving you off and shaking his head at his paper. " C'mon, Kei, I know you're stressed, and I also know that the paper you're working on is due next week and you're already halfway done." He sighs, letting his arm drop in irritation before turning his head to face you. Although his glare is threatening, it doesn't bother you as you lay comfortably in his sheets. "Please?" You pout, tucking your bottom lips and scraping up your best puppy-dog eye. His eyes roll once again, but his pencil drops, and his legs lift him off the ground. You smile to yourself when he forces the blankets open with his nimble fingers, scooting yourself back to make room for him. He crawls in, taking his glasses off and placing them on the nightstand behind him before he squints from the strain of the lack of moisture in his eyes. He rubs them, only a little bit until he feels your fingers brush against his shoulder. "What are you doing?" He asks, pausing his motions with his hand left in the air. "That's a nice shirt," you say distractedly, pinching the fabric and subtly rubbing the skin underneath. "I wear it almost every day," he points out, clueless of the motives for your actions. "So? It's nice." Your hand glides across the wrinkles in his shirt, purposely grazing his smooth skin. He scoffs before he lets his hand down on the pillow his head rests on, and he stops for a second. Were you really that pretty? Wow. Did he not notice that before? How your resting face lied against his pillow made his nerves run warm and how your fingers caused a tingling reaction on his skin? "Go to sleep now, yeah?" You drop your hand slowly before smiling, "sure." He wasn't exactly mad that your hand coincidentally dropped on his, or that your fingers found themselves sinking between his as you lay peacefully asleep next to him. He actually quite enjoyed the way your legs found their way in between his, and how your head suddenly found a resting place on his chest. He didn't mind it at all. Weird.

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Bumpy Road

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Depression and Relationship struggles as well as Health Problems

Genre: Mild Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: On a live podcast discussing his rise to fame and how its affected his personal life, Corpse stumbles over the topic of his romantic relationships, more specifically his relationship with Y/N.

Requested by Anon. Hello dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and so sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be posted so long. However, here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it an if you do I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Right, ok we’re officially live!“ Exclaims Anthony as he waves to one of the cameras - the one turned to him - and leans closer to the mic placed on the table in front of him. “Hello everyone, thanks for tuning in today. I’m here with the internet sensation and mystery known as Corpse Husband.“ He turns away from the camera to look across the table at his guest, “Corpse, I hope you know how much effort is being put into editing that sticker over your face for the duration of this whole podcast.“

Corpse, whose face is hidden by a sticker of his avatar, chuckles, “So you’re insinuating that I should probably not move so much.”

“Exactly.“ Anthony laughs, “My guy would be very grateful for that curtesy. Yeah, I have an actual person who I assigned to move around the sticker so there goes an extra paycheck.“

“In that case I promise to give you worthy content. A lot of never previously heard scoop.“ Corpse says, mocking the very words he uses, laughing about them afterwards, “Ask away, man.“

Anthony briefly looks down at a printed sheet of paper before pushing it to the side with a slight furrow of his brows, “You know, these are all cookie-cutter questions you’ve probably been asked many times before. So, I think it’s for the best I ask you something no one has had you talk about. Or something I hope no one has had you talk about yet. If you feel uncomfortable with any question just say so and we’ll skip it right away.“

The sticker moves up and down to mask Corpse’s face as he nods, “Got it.”

“Ok um...“ Anthony falls in thought for a moment, thinking of a question, “The first thing off the top of my head, um, what part of the dark side of fame have you had the displeasure of experiencing?“

Corpse lets out a laugh dangerously close to a scoff, “Almost all if not totally all of it really. There’s such a big chunk of privacy being taken away from you on social media. I got to that point where I felt so naked and seen I felt I was losing myself as my fandom grew. I know it’s many YouTubers’ dream to blow up and have a ton of fans and followers but I never wanted that. Don’t get me wrong, I love each and every one of my fans, I just never expected to accumulate so many of them. I’m such a private person, it was so anxiety inducing in the beginning but I sort of learned how to cope with it, you know? Sometimes, in order to stop people from reaching into my real privacy, I created a fake one that I’d feed into and let them enjoy.”

Anthony’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Wow, how do we know what’s real about you anymore, huh?” It was said more as a joke but he truly meant it. If a person can fake a whole reality for people not to touch into their real one, Lord knows what else they can do.

Corpse huffs, “I’ll give you a hint: If it seems pretty, pink, peach and perfect it’s fake.“ The sticker may be hiding his face from the viewers but it’s most definitely not doing anything to shield the change in expression that occurs on his face from Anthony who’s sitting right across from him and notices the shift right away but before he could question it, Corpse prods on, “Y/N, my partner, can tell you just as much. They know better than anyone what’s the difference between what people know and what the reality is. They know that our relationship isn’t the sunny skies we put on display for our fans. I have my mental and physical health issues, my trust issues and paranoia play a big role in the ‘rains’ in our day-to-day life but they understand it’s all a part of me and a part I can’t control. It actually controls me sometimes and it’s so fucking annoying. But they understand. And while we pretend it’s perfect even though it isn’t, we find our happiness wherever and whenever we can. When it rains so often, you might as well look for a little hint of sunlight. That sunlight can create a rainbow after all. Believe me when I say, that rainbow is the most beautiful thing, makes you forget about the storm that just took place or might even be still raging all around.“ He sighs, preparing to bring his outpour of honesty to a close, “It may be a bumpy road 98% of the time even though on social media we pretend it’s the complete opposite, but that 2% of honest happiness we get from the tiniest of things are more meaningful than I could describe to you with words.“

And he’s more than right, words are often not enough. But the ones he used to describe what he just did were perfectly enough to bring one particular viewer to tears. That particular viewer who knows exactly what he was talking about. Because they are his other half and they’re going through it the same as he is. They’ve gone down that bumpy road side by side with him, ignoring the pain and turmoil while focusing their gaze on the rainbow above. That analogy was theirs from the very start after all. They both knew Y/N is the better one at finding the deeper meaning in everything even when there was nothing to be found.

They always found something. And Corpse will always cherish that trait as one of their best - always finding something to keep them both afloat.

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happiness - peter maximoff

yay a new peter fic <3 i was feeling a little unmotivated for a few days (since our boy wasn’t in episode 8 at all :/) but im back 😎 although im back in school so i might be on and off for a while 😩✋🏻

!!!it’s not a songfic those lyrics at the start are just my inspo!!!

word count: 5k <3 😳

warnings: maybe swearing but i dont think so i cant remember, peter being sad, angst, but mostly fluff, WandaVision spoilers maybe??? I pretty much made up this plot so idk, endgame spoilers, reader was an avenger, kissing but it’s not graphic😽 probably some mistakes yk how it is

feedback is appreciated <3

tagging: @enchantedcruelsummer (should i make a peter maximoff taglist? let me know and I’ll do it)

masterlist

haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

& there is happiness

Loneliness had always been something that plagued him. That and a plethora of other negative emotions.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Peter Maximoff wasn’t made to feel like a loser. Admittedly, he’d never held himself to a high standard, he grew up thinking that he’d never fit in anywhere and eventually that thought mutated into a lifestyle as he began isolating himself from the world around him, either far too good or heartbreakingly not enough to be a part of that crowd.

He liked spending time with himself. Nobody else knew him the way he knew him, and still, he found nothing but an overwhelming hollow space where his deepest most important hopes, aspirations, dreams and self discoveries should have resided.

Peter had always put this feeling of exile down to the fact that he was a mutant, it was the most likely explanation, right?

It was only when he’d decided to join the X-Men that he finally came to the conclusion that maybe the rest of the world wasn’t the problem, nor was his mutation the problem, but that he himself was the problem. For even in a school full of people exactly like him he was still the same loser that he was in his mother’s basement.

And he was under no illusions that that was exactly what his teammates saw in him; nothing. No potential. Just a space holder to bring the numbers up.

Super speed was incredible. That’s how Peter acknowledged jobs well done, he praised his speed but never himself. He just saved Charles and Erik from a room full of armed guards? No that wasn’t him, that was simply his speed. He saved an entire mansion full of people from a potentially fatal explosion? Nothing special, Kurt probably could’ve done the same.

Forget all of the good deeds and saved lives because the bottom line of it all, to him at least, was that all he was good for was cheeky one liners and hopeless kleptomania.

His life took a turn for the worse when he found himself being mind controlled in an alternate universe. And even then, he was playing the part of someone that wasn’t him, the thought humbled him, reconnected him to his roots and reintroduced him to his life long philosophy that he’d never be anything more than a social pariah. Not even an alternate reality could accept him for who he was. There wasn’t a warm welcome and despite not knowing what was going on, the definition of “imposter” or the weirder, “recast”, still shot to kill.

He settled on the notion that he was an inter dimensional waste of space. At least in WestView he could be blissfully ignorant, let the real him be drowned mercilessly in favour of being an integral part of someone’s life- to feel important, even if it wasn’t real.

When WestView fell apart he was completely lost. In every sense of the word. In a new world with no way home and as it turned out, nobody was looking for him. Although he didn’t expect anyone to care, it still stung that nobody did. He always hoped that one day Erik would step up as a father figure for him, this; getting kidnapped and smuggled into a different dimension, seemed like the perfect moment for that epic father son moment, but it wouldn’t surprise Peter if his father has yet to notice his disappearance.

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, he came into contact with a beacon of hope. A guiding star that might possibly lead him to an existence consisting of something other than misery and self loathing.

It offered him a choice; return to being the self proclaimed loser he was known as or start fresh as someone new and mysterious, with first impressions yet to be made and conclusions about him yet to be drawn. Peter had known himself to be rash in the past, when it came to making decisions he had the tendency to act impulsively, never putting too much thought into how his decisions would affect his life in the long term. The choice before him now is no different, he knew exactly what he wanted going forward, however selfish the choice may have been, the second he realised it was an option his heart was set on it.

That previously mentioned beacon of hope arrived to him in the form of a girl, in the form of you. An ex-avenger and close friend of Wanda’s, you were hired by S.W.O.R.D to help them clean up the more ‘sensitive’ fallout that the fall of WestView brought about. Obviously, they were sticking you- the only other avenger with magik- on babysitting and rehabilitation rather than letting you go after your best friend who had gone completely off the rails. Having said that though, you didn’t want anyone else handling him.

You hadn’t watched WandaVision, nor were you even aware that any of it was going on until it had reached a boiling point and you got a call from Monica Rambeau, she’d begged you to come and wait on the edge of town while she went in and act as her eyes on the outside along with Jimmy Woo.

That’s where you stayed until the hex broke down.

As soon as the barrier came down the base you manned was overrun by an armada of terribly confused and distressed citizens, Monica and Wanda were not among them but in their places stumbled in Darcy and the man playing the role of Pietro.

Jimmy appointed himself to Darcy, who in all honesty seemed relatively unscathed by the situation while you made a beeline for the dirty blonde charading as your former, dead teammate.

Peter was, to put it simply, completely enthralled by you as soon as you’d strolled over to him and in the moment he’d put his almost magnetic attraction to you down to the fact that you were the first friendly face he’d seen upon breaking free of Agatha’s possession.

But one thing in particular struck him; you’d asked him his name. You hadn’t immediately assumed him to be some knock off Pietro, as everyone else had. You acknowledged that he had his own personal identity and despite how often he caught himself hating the person he was, he found that when it was torn away from him that he wanted it back. The simple question you posed gave him the opportunity to regain his identity.

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He answered you, almost unsure of himself and you found your interest in the man piqued even further.

He remembered with perfect clarity the way you’d offered him a grin, tilted your hand, extended your hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Peter. Come on, I’ll be your babysitter for the next while.” There was something about the way you’d laughed after saying the words and the slight, yet unmistakable, glint of mischief in your eyes that had him captivated from the get go.

With you came a whirlwind of new emotions. After only a few weeks of knowing you, Peter noticed he wasn’t as lonely as he had been back home. He didn’t hate himself half as much either, he wasn’t entirely free of self deprovative tendencies and maybe he never would be, but undoubtedly, he likes himself more in this world than he ever had in his last. He thanked you and your determination to make him “a functioning member of society” for that.

It didn’t feel belittling, the way you helped him. You hadn’t dragged him to your favourite mall every weekend just to taunt him about how he couldn’t stop himself from stealing something. Even the very first time, when he’d sped away from you and returned within a second adoring a pair of freshly stolen sunglasses. Your only reaction had been to laugh and casually place your hands on both sides of his face.

“At least remember to take the tag off next time, speedy.” You’d muttered, subtly pulling the tacky stickers off the arms of his shades. No, you weren’t dragging him sight seeing or forcing him to help you go clothes shopping because you thought he was a loser who needed reforming you were doing it because you were a true friend who wanted him to succeed.

The pair of you seemed like two peas in a pod. Which to be fair, you were. Peter Maximoff intrigued you in every sense of the word. He was new, quite literally other worldly, he was kind, he was funny, he was perfectly mischievous and completely wonderful.

What caught your eye the most was the way he held himself, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. It became apparent to you that he lacked confidence with the phrases he usually tacked onto the ends of his sentences. When you’d invite him to hang out in the beginning his response would always be something along the lines of, “Sure. If you want me to.” But the excitable puppy dog eyes told you that he was dying for someone to want him to tag along some place.

There was a certain understanding between you. You were both more than accustomed with the harrowing feeling of being alone and even though you’d never exactly voiced those thoughts with each other, you couldn’t deny that his was a spirit kindred to your own and he felt it too.

Since the Avengers has disbanded, one of your best friends, Natasha, was dead and your other best friend, Wanda, was gone completely off the rails and the people chasing her wouldn’t let you anywhere near her or even attempt to help pull her out of her darkness. You were being kept as a wildcard in case they needed her taken down. Peter was no stranger to the feeling of being cast aside and so he quickly responded to your frustrations, and in doing so, forced himself out of his comfort zone to be there for you. To his complete shock though, you’d been so appreciative of his efforts.

You never failed to thank him for the little things he did for you, always complimenting his mutation when he’d use it and giving him the recognition he never received at home. The friendship he formed with you was so… two sided, again, something he wasn’t accustomed to before. It didn’t involve him giving everything he had to offer and receiving nothing in return, you matched his energy meticulously and never left him hanging.

In a series of firsts, he didn’t wonder whether or not you genuinely liked him, never feeling the need or want to question it as you’d left him with no reason to doubt.

As he walked around the mall with you now, his mind brought his attention back to the question you’d asked him rather casually a few nights ago. You were both lounging on your couch, watching some ridiculous reality show (a favourite of yours and Peter’s) when you’d turned your head to look at him, a thoughtful look on your face. “Do you think when S.W.O.R.D figures the technology out to crack into other realities, you’ll go back to yours?”

The question had taken him aback for a second, in all honesty, he hadn’t thought about going home, not when he was with you at least and considering he’d become your roommate about three weeks after he got out of WestView, the thought of returning to his old life had barely crossed his mind.

Being an ex-Avenger you were fairly well off, you lived alone in a two bedroom apartment in New York that you’d bought to be closer to Stark tower. Peter had nowhere to go and aside from having a spare room to offer you’d also been sort of lost in the current of the busy city with everyone you once loved in the area either dead, on the run or busy elsewhere.

While the question hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind, it had crossed yours on several occasions. He’d been staying with you for six months and the moment you realised that he was becoming one of the most important people in your life, the thought of him leaving you too weighed on your mind but at the end of the day you wanted him to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy and if going back to his reality brought him that happiness then you’d support him.

“Dunno,” he’d replied, turning to face you, chucking a handful of popcorn at you when you looked incredulous at his response, “To be honest I haven’t really thought about it, m’way too busy babysitting you anyway.” He joked, effortlessly dodging the few pieces of popcorn you attempted to throw at him.

For the last few nights, the question haunted him, but it wasn’t just the question that was bothering him. You were at the forefront of his mind as he replayed the past six months of his life which also happened to be the best six months of his life. WestView put him through hell but coming out the other side of it and meeting you felt like heaven.

He weighed up the pros and cons of returning to his native timeline. The cons: he’d have to leave you behind, he’d go back to being the loser who nobody took seriously, his talents would be downplayed and disregarded and he’d inevitably end up revisiting his lifestyle of solitude. Then there was the pros: he’d get to reunite with his pac man machine. He couldn’t manage to think up anything else.

If he stayed he’d have everything he ever wanted and needed. You’d be there and he knew you always would be, besides he couldn’t leave you knowing that you needed him. If he left who would wake you up when you had night terrors about the catastrophe that your reality was still recovering from? There would be nobody there to comfort you when you woke up from the nightmares, reliving the deaths of Natasha, Tony or Vision and the experience of being snapped out of existence? If he wasn’t there to make you laugh when you were about to cry then who would be? In his heart of hearts he knew you had a huge support system at your disposal, he’d met most of them. Even though he was well aware that Sam visited you as often as he could, that Bucky wrote you letters on a monthly basis and sometimes tagged along with Sam on his visits, that Stephen Strange appeared in your apartment whenever the urge struck him, that the literal god of thunder invited you out for beer whenever he was visiting Earth, that the little spider-kid, also named Peter, swung by your apartment at least once a week to tell you all about school and his good deeds. Despite knowing all of this and knowing all of these people loved you dearly, Peter wanted to be your main source of support, he didn’t want to be someone who came and went, who’d love you then leave you. He wanted to be with you through anything and everything and the feeling that you’d love him for a lifetime had him satisfied with the decision he was about to make.

If leaving his old life meant he could stay here, with you, and experience happiness for more than a fleeting moment then he’d simply; leave it all behind.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me the other night.” He spoke through a mouthful of curly fries. You were sitting in the food court of the mall when he decided to let you in on his desire to stay with you indefinitely.

You raised your eyebrow, “You? Putting thought into an answer? Peter, I think I’m starting to become a bad influence on you.” You told him teasingly, taking a long sip of your drink as he rolled his eyes humorously.

“You’re a terrible influence which is exactly why I’ve decided to stay here and put you on the straight and narrow.” The glee you felt at his statement was undeniable, your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards.

“You’re staying? Really staying?” Your smile was contagious, Peter’s face now painted with a wide grin as he nodded his head.

In a moment of weakness he frantically added, “Y’know only if you want me to though. If you don’t that’s completely cool.” He rushed through the words, feeling more embarrassed when the fond look on your face never faded.

“Of course I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me.” You reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips as you reached across the metal table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Peter squeezed your hand gratefully, holding it in his grasp securely and allowing his smile to return to his face, “I know. You mean a lot to me too.” It was somewhat of an understatement, he was starting to understand that you didn’t just mean a lot, but that you meant everything.

His resolution lifted a huge weight off your shoulders that you wouldn’t be losing yet another best friend. You were glad he’d be with you when everything blew over with Wanda, the two of them definitely had the potential to develop a beautiful sibling relationship and they both deserved that. Of course, Peter would never replace Pietro and having known them both it was obvious just how different the two men were, the only thing they had in common being their powers and last name. Still, he and Wanda would still be able to work on it. He didn’t hate her after WestView and you knew Wanda well enough to know that she was kind hearted and she’d be more than willing to give him a chance. When she eventually comes back to her senses, that it.

As the months went on, life with you and Peter seemed to only get better. You never stopped laughing, your nightmares died down and Peter had taken on a whole new lease of life. Yourself and Peter were the perfect example of meeting the right person at the right time, you balanced each other out and accentuated the other’s good qualities.

Peter could now say with complete confidence that he was happy and what’s more is that he was finally sure that he was making someone happy.

Up until nearly eleven months of living together your relationship had been purely platonic, save for the constant flirting but flirtation pretty much ran in yours and Peter’s blood. Peter wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’d fallen for you the second you’d peeled the security tags off his stolen sunglasses.

You, on the other hand, had been fighting with yourself because yes, you love Peter but you couldn’t have told him when there was the possibility he’d eventually leave and now so much time has passed and you’ve got such a good thing going you didn’t have it in you to ruin it.

However, all of that changed when your original Maximoff best friend came knocking on your door.

Wanda was on the run. She’d caused an amazing amount of chaos but Stephen Strange and S.W.O.R.D were hot on her trail and now she needed a place to lay low with the twins. She figured there was no place more reliable to go than to the always open arms of her best friend, who conveniently had a divinity for earth magik and could muster up a protective barrier without raising suspicions. And that’s exactly where she found herself; outside your door.

You’d been chasing Peter around the apartment when you heard the knock on the door. Peter was on the opposite end of the kitchen to you, using the bar as a shield from you. “You better get that.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You glared as you spoke, it was his own fault really. What sort of idiot jumpscares a witch while she’s mid-meditation? He’d frightened you so badly you accidentally blasted a ball of your signature green energy and ruined your favourite couch throw pillow. When you were ready to pounce on the scared speedster the knocks sounded again, more frantic this time.

With one last glare towards Peter you stomped towards the door. Your anger melted away completely when you saw her. Her hood was up and she looked completely exhausted, two small hooded little boys by her side.

“Wanda…” You breathed out, relief flooding your system at the sight of her alive. She didn’t get a chance to speak before your arms were pulling her against you tightly, hugging her as if your life depended on it. Wanda returned in your embrace, allowing herself to relax for the first time in nearly a year, she sniffled against your shoulder, holding back tears as she realised how much she’d truly missed you.

Billy and Tommy watched in confusion as their mother cried into your shoulder. They didn’t know who you were, all their mother had told them was that they were going somewhere safe.

It was the yell of one of the boys that caused you and Wanda to separate, “Uncle P!” With that you felt a familiar rush of air across your leg but instead of Peter appearing one of the kids was gone.

You shared a perplexed look with Wanda, although your confusion was for different reasons.

“Hey hell raisers!” Peter responded, catching the mini speedster who all but threw himself at him barely regaining his balance before the other child had flung himself into the hug.

“Wanda? Those two… are they...?” You started, at a loss for words Wanda cut you off quietly, her tone as disbelieving as yours.

“My children? Yes. Is that…?” You nodded your head numbly, anticipating the end of her question.

“Your fake brother? Yeah.” Quickly, you realised you and a wanted woman catching up with the door wide open wasn’t ideal and you ushered Wanda inside, shutting the door when she walked in.

“Hey.” Peter greeted her simply, as if he hadn’t been used as a meat puppet in her altered reality. It wasn’t in his nature to hold any grudges.

“Hi?” Wanda replied, her voice still twinged with confusion.

“Peter, will you keep an eye on the kids for a bit? Wanda and I have some catching up to do.” You asked him with a nervous laugh, just thankful that Wanda was too tired to argue with your suggestion.

Peter ruffled the boys’ hair and gave you a grin, “Only if you stop trying to kill me.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to lead Wanda into your bedroom, “You’re on probation, jerk.” You called over your shoulder.

Once you were securely in your bedroom, the door locked and sitting comfortably you fixed Wanda with an amused look, “I’d ask you what’s new but I’m not sure I even wanna know.”

Wanda gave you a sad smile while she shook her head, “No, you probably don’t. I will tell you tomorrow, I don’t want to get into it tonight. I’m so tired.” She admitted, her voice overcome with sadness.

“I’ll pump up the air mattress and you and the boys can sleep in here for however long you need. I’d offer you the spare room but that’s where Peter’s been staying and I don’t think empty food containers are the kind of decor you’d be into.” Wanda nodded, squeezing your hand gratefully.

“So his name is Peter?” She asked, curious about the man Agatha had used to trick her in WestView.

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Peter Maximoff, actually.”

Wanda’s brows came to a furrow at that, “Maximoff? So he’s a relation?”

“Yes and no. Peter is from a different reality but he’s still a Maximoff and he’s got super speed. So, and this is just my theory, while you’re not directly related he could still be your brother- if you wanted him to.” You explained, as gently as you could, not trying to push her too far but to nudge the idea in her direction.

Wanda, to your surprise, didn't seem to hate the suggestion, “What is he like?”

A genuine smile made it onto your face then, as you shot into your description of your roommate, “He’s caring, funny, a little bit of a kleptomaniac but he’s working on it. He’s understanding and moronically selfless, moronic in the sense that he doesn’t even realise he’s being selfless. Huge pain in the ass too.” Wanda had a soft smile on her face by the time you’d finished.

“You like him.” Was all she said and you let out a laugh in disbelief, standing up and opening the door.

“Go grab a shower. I’ll have Peter blow up the air mattress while I go introduce myself to my god sons.”

“I thought you’d at least wait until I actually asked you.” Wanda laughed as you walked out of the room.

Things moved fairly quickly after that. As promised you introduced yourself to Billy and Tommy as their god mother, which they seemed more than thrilled about and you assumed that excitement had to do with whatever description of you Peter had given them. Wanda and the twins were all cleaned and fed and had all but collapsed into bed, foregoing the air mattress and huddling together in your double bed instead.

“Where are you sleeping, mother Teresa?” Peter teased as he noticed your eyes drooping where you stood.

“On the couch probably. Or the air mattress.” You mumbled, cutting yourself off with a yawn.

Peter, unimpressed with your options, scoffed, “No way. Come on, you can bunk with me.”

Much like Wanda, you were too tired to argue and you let Peter pull you to his, surprisingly clean, room by the hand.

You both crawled into the bed, lying close together despite the amount of empty space on the mattress.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Your soft voice broke through the silence and Peter turned his head to look at you.

“About Wanda?” You nodded your head, watching him intently as he rolled onto his side, facing you more comfortably.

Peter shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling ok. Just glad the twins still see me as their cool uncle.” You let out a small laugh at his response.

“Wanda was asking about you. Seemed interested in getting to know the real you.” You informed him, your heartwarming as you watched a hopeful look fall across his face.

A lull settled over the room once again and Peter caught himself staring at you. His eyes drifted over every visible part of you, reminding him of most of the points on his pros list for staying in your universe; your eyes, your lashes, your nose, your lips, you.

“What’re you thinking about?” The sound of your tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts and ultimately pushed him to bite the bullet and tell you how he’s feeling. With you curled up beside him, in his bed, fighting sleep just to stay in his company for as long as you could; he knew there would be no better time.

“Just about how happy I am to be here with you.” He answered you honestly, the butterflies in both of your stomachs fluttering in sync at his words.

You trailed a hand under the duvet and onto the bedsheets between your bodies, feeling around until you found his hand and gently intertwined your fingers. “I’m happy you decided to stay.”

“What you’ve all gone through in this timeline sucks- don’t get me wrong-“ Peter started sincerely, scooting closer to you and dropping his head back down on the edge of your pillow, leaving the pair of you practically nose to nose as he went on.

“And I hate that Wanda had to go through so much… but I’m really glad that it led me to you.” Peter swore in that moment, right after the confession left his mouth, that he could die right now and be completely content knowing that you now knew how he felt.

His heart stopped, and he thought that maybe he was about to die, when you gave him the softest, sweetest smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of and whispered, “I feel the same.”

Time moved in slow motion as he felt you moving your intertwined hands towards your lips, your lips pressed gently against the back of Peter’s hand before you brought them to rest against your chest.

It was a fact to say that Peter Maximoff had never felt intimacy quite like this before. But, experiencing it now, with you, led him to wonder how he’d ever survived without it. He wasn’t sure whether it was natural to crave more, especially when the affection you were showing him was so gentle, but he didn’t care as he let the impulsive side of him take over.

Not sparing another word, Peter closed the small distance between your lips and his. His free hand cupped your jaw while yours wasted no time in getting tangled in his silver hair.

His lips moved softly and surprisingly slowly over yours and he savoured the feeling of your hand holding his while your other got lost in his hair, your body pressed up against him, the way your jaw moved against his palm as you reciprocated the movement of his lips and the taste of your lips, promising himself he’d never let the memory slip from his mind for as long as he lived.

With complete clarity, Peter could say he had felt true, genuine happiness and he had no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely nothing Charles, Hank, Scott or anyone else from his original timeline could say to make him leave this happiness behind. Because in the process of forgetting his old life, he couldn’t deny that he has undoubtedly found himself in the position of a man who had so much more to live for.

[organic-guacamole]

episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Heyyyy babes ( sorry I'm in a phase rn where I call everyone babes, sorry if it made you uncomfortable ) but one thing I've noticed is how many marauder era authors or authors in genral love taylor swift like I know at this point if I ever go to a marauder blog chances of seeing blondie (affectionate) is about 80% and

Since I'm from a country where english isn't necessarily the first language I have friends who love taylor along with me but we aren't really a majority maybe like 1/4th ig?

I wanted to ask what is it that drew you to taylor

Is it the inherent author that comes out with her masterful lyrics or is it the case that was with me that cause and effect of listening to taylor my vocabulary got way better and now if someone asks me why am I using clandestine in day to day conversations I'm just like idk babes it's the taylor effect

Also I've got to thank you also for teaching me things via fics/drabbles about liminal spaces

Finally y'all are brave out here for being able to choose a single taylor swift song as your favourite, I can't even pick a solid top 10 I feel comfortable in it's divided in lists based on vibes and albums

Just realised it was your sirius who called both harry and remus babe na in 10rtgtm

*Silently tries to glare at you cause the butterfly effect of this was me calling my mom babes *

this is my new favorite ask.

first--babe doesn't make me uncomfy. i live in babe world. and it definitely was me who started it in ten reasons and you are not the first person who has got bit by the babe bug. (i call my friends babe, not strangers, but i've definitely been known to slip in a "sunshine" to a barista/passerbys like a "excuse me, sunshine." and i should just carry around apology stickers). ironically, the only person i don't call babe is my kid. he just gets weird voices and variations of his name that don't make sense.

second- I'M GLAD I'VE TAUGHT YOU ABOUT LIMINAL SPACES AHHH. i'm going to email my colleagues and be like "hey, see, it's IMPORTANT its not just SOME WEIRD THING."

third- re: taylor swift is going to be below the cut so i don't spam everyones dash

I grew up with Taylor! I was fifteen when she released the song fifteen, i was very close to 22 when she released the song 22. i remember hearing "teardrops on my guitar" at like...14 on the radio and falling in love, and i was sold.

for me, as like a young teenager, her songs were some of the first i had heard (and im not going to unpack music/identity formation in adolescence rn because we dont have time but--) that actually felt true to me. like, idk, maybe i date a football player or..two in high school. and i just felt seen.

and she's grown up with me, and her lyrics and songs have become more nuanced as she's aged and i've aged. and i think that's why i continue to listen to her even as i get older because she's changing with me.

also, as a writer--her attention to detail and the little things is something I really and honestly and truly aspire to. I don't think I'm there yet. but I think i'm whispering in her territory. and how she tells story in her songs.