#it seems like the only thing saving me from people calling me a complete loser is my agab

[zamisriza-the-resurrection]

TFW you're a beautiful woman but you're nb and wanna be masc or androgynous at the very least...

[valwrote]

PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius… 

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,”  He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking.  It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish.  On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!? 

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles. 

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

©definitelysel

[bari-the-witch]

“Ahoy there, sailor!”

Eddie saunters into Scoops Ahoy like he owns the place, an overly cheerful expression on his face. He nearly panicked again making his way through that blasted mall full of people, and putting on a fake smile is his way of not losing his mind. It’s not the healthiest way Eddie knows but it’s quick and it’ll do for the moment. He can deal with the aftermath of being overwrought later in the confines of his own bedroom.

Fortunately, Steve doesn't seem to notice the fakeness of Eddie’s behavior or notice him at all. He’s too occupied with trying to make the little girl at the counter explode or something if the look on his face is any indication of that.

“Listen, Erica. You can’t come in here every day and demand free samples of every flavor we have, okay? I told you yesterday. And the day before. And every other day of summer until now. So buy something, or leave.”

Steve looks like he’s ten seconds away from tearing his hair out or banging his head against the wall. Eddie is torn between watching how this unfolds just for shits and giggles, or jumping in and saving Steve from his obvious discomfort. Unfortunately, he's a very curious person, so he seats himself at one of the many tables near the entrance and watches the train wreck in front of him unfold.

“That’s not how you treat a customer, idiot. Do you want me to talk to your boss or something?" The girl - Erica - replies, clearly not impressed in the slightest by Steve’s lecture. “I bet he wouldn’t like what you did.”

“You wouldn't-." Steve pauses for a moment. There seems to be something in Erica’s face that makes him falter mid-sentence. Because in the next second, Steve sinks into himself like a puppet with its strings cut off.

“Fine,” he groans. “What do you want?”

“See, I knew you’d come around.” Erica sounds proud of successfully blackmailing Steve into giving her what she wants.

Ten minutes and a few samples later, Erica leaves the store with a smug expression on her face. When she catches Eddie staring at her, she glares at him with disdain, before finally leaving for good. Geez, those young girls sure are different today.

“God, I can’t believe her sometimes…,” Eddie can hear Steve muttering from behind the counter, head tipped back and staring at the ceiling like it holds the secrets of the universe inside. When Steve looks down again and finally spots Eddie sitting there, he blanches, his face immediately losing all color.

“Oh no,” he states. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been here the whole time.”

“Would it make things better if I told you that this little girl is absolutely scary before giving you an honest answer?” Eddie says, before making his way over to the counter.

“A little,” Steve squeaks, sounding unsure. “God, you really must think I’m a loser now.”

Eddie deliberately lets his eyes wander over Steve's body, clad in that scandalous sailor outfit." Right. Only now.”

At first, Steve doesn’t get what he’s hinting at. Then his eyes widen. Then they narrow. And before Eddie knows it, he’s met with the infamous Harrington glare of doom. Or the mean girl stare as Grant jokingly likes to call it. It’s almost funny to watch Steve turn from complete and utter embarrassment to this in a matter of seconds.

But instead of lashing out, like he surely would’ve done last year, Steve leaves it at that and a “Funny, Munson”, before smoothing out his face again into a neutral expression. Though he now believes Steve changed, Eddie is surprised by his tame reaction. The old Steve would have verbally torn him to shreds at such a jab at his ego by now.

“Does she really do that every day?” Eddie asks, changing the subject, so as to not test his luck. He doesn’t need to overdo it when the first soft tendrils of their friendship are still fragile.

“Erica? Yes, unfortunately,” Steve replies, making a face. “And because I need this job and my asshole father surely would serve my head on a platter if I lose it, I have to play nice with her. Mostly.”

“Your father makes you work here?”

That’s a bit surprising actually. Eddie always thought the Harringtons would rather be caught dead than let any member of their family work a minimum-wage job. In this ridiculous outfit no less.

“Mhm. Remember when I told you they always nag at me for something?” Eddie nods, and Steve continues. “Well, seems like he didn’t take it well I graduated at the skin of my teeth and couldn’t go to college because of it. Seems like he was right calling me a disappointment since the first time I brought home a bad grade.”

He sounds so defeated telling him about the way his father treats him, Eddie feels the urge to punch Mr. Harrington in the face fester inside him. He balls his hands into fists at his side, trying to shove his anger down. This is not the time, nor the place for this.

“So that’s the reason I work here. And most of the time it’s not even that bad,” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders like it’s no big deal for him. But Eddie isn’t convinced at all. From the things he heard about Steve’s dad, whether it was from Steve himself or his uncle Wayne, Mr. Harrington doesn't strike him as the person to give his son a job he would like.

“I mean, I get free ice cream sometimes. And at least I have a job, unlike others. So I shouldn’t complain that I-.”

“Steve.” Steve immediately clicks his mouth at Eddie’s firm tone, something that he’s definitely filing away for later. “It’s okay, really. You don’t have to pretend to like your job in front of me. I’m not judging you for it.”

“I uh - thanks. I guess.”

“Don’t mention it. I would be a hypocrite if I’d actually encouraged you to like your job in that evil den of capitalism,” Eddie jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

It seems to work because Steve snorts, his solemn expression turning into an amused one. “Are you going to jump on tables here, too?” he quips good-naturedly, then his eyes widen. “Oh, please don’t actually do that.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Although it sounds rather tempting.” When Steve wants to protest, Eddie holds his hands placatingly. “Just kidding Stevie. Wait, does that mean you actually listened to those things I said at the school cafeteria?”

“It was hard not to,” Steve grins toothily, his cheeks red for some reason. “Has anyone ever told you really have a knack for the dramatic?”

Eddie bumps his finger against his lips a few times, pretending to think about Steve’s rhetorical question. “Hmm. Nope, definitely heard this the first time today.”

“As if,” Steve laughs. “I think you being dramatic is like a law of the universe or something.”

“I’m going to pretend this is a compliment,” Eddie replies dryly but feels somehow giddy at Steve’s words. He feels seen. “Otherwise it would be totally rude of you.”

“Believe me it is a compliment” Steve becomes serious again and Eddie feels almost dizzy with how fast the other is changing his emotions today. “There’s just something so admirable how you’re so unabashedly yourself. Makes me a bit jealous, to be honest.”

Jealous? Steve Harrington is jealous of him? No way in hell. But Steve looks so earnest that Eddie can’t do much than accept the fact that this may be the truth.

“Sorry I-,” Eddie hesitates because this is just so weird for him. “I think I’m a bit surprised hearing that from you.”

Steve shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s only the truth. And I think I’m jealous because if I would be a bit more like you, I maybe could accept myself more easily.”

This catches Eddie’s attention. “What do you mean by that?" he asks curiously. And it must’ve been the wrong thing to ask because Steve’s expression immediately slides shut and suddenly there’s a distance between them that’s almost palpable.

“Uh, nothing. Forget it. It’s - I - nothing, really.”

Despite his brash demeanor, Eddie knows when it’s the wrong time to pry. So he just nods and lets it slide for the time being. Maybe there’ll be another opportunity to talk soon, where Steve will be more open about whatever this is.

[calextheneko]

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor and Husk Theories

This is nothing serious. Just me thinking about what the exact deal that went down between Alastor and Husk is. We know that Husk used to be an overlord, and that he made some kind of deal with Alastor related to being an overlord and gambling that led to his current state of being powerless and completely under Alastor's control. We never really saw how powerful he was as an Overlord, but getting that title isn't something you do if you're a light weight so he had to once command considerable influence and power before meeting Alastor and gambling away all souls owned before losing his own soul in a deal with Alastor. As far as I can tell the only clue we're given to the exact nature of the deal beyond gambling being involved is him singing in Loser Baby "I sold my soul just to keep my power." Implying it was some attempt to keep his power and possibly status as an Overlord. But obviously, that didn't happen considering he commands no noticeable amount of power or respect now.

So I've got three theories.

Theory 1: Husk was tricked. He thought he was making a deal that would retain his power, but it wound up robbing him of everything because he didn't properly understand the terms. It does seem like Alastor is very good at entrapping people in deals to the point Charlie is warned and believes she can't make any deals with Alastor whatsoever because it's likely to be a trap of some kind, so entrapping people seems to be his normal thing.

Theory 2: Husk made a deal and understood the terms, that he did get to keep his overlord powers from it. BUT! Now because Alastor owns his soul he's under orders that he can't disobey to not use his powers and can only ever use them if Alastor gives him the ok first, forcing him to currently live as if he had no power at all.

Addendum to Theory 2: Might have powers related to gambling that allow him to win, based on the cheater note in Loser Baby song, he might still have access to gambling based powers based on the fact he was winning big in the pilot before Alastor showed up.

Theory 3: This is currently the theory, that were I a betting man I would bet is the correct one. Alastor challenged Husk to gambling for souls, Husk being an expert gambler agreed, but Alastor beat him at his own game. When Husk had lost all the souls under his domain, Alastor offered him and all or nothing round where Husk would bet his own soul. Overconfident in his own gambling abilities and his addiction to it, he couldn't resist such a bet that if he won would let him take everything, and accepted a deal to gamble his own soul for the souls he lost and possibly souls Alastor had as well. Lost the gamble, meaning by the terms of the deal his soul belonged to Alastor and he had now lost everything and that's why he has no powers now despite having made a deal to keep his power.

Additional Note on Theory 3: Losing his soul may have saved Husk's life. What did Alastor do? Topple a bunch of overlords and take all their power. This makes Husk yet another Overlord Alastor tackled. Alastor gained some attachment to Husk, and thinks fondly of him, albeit in the terms that someone thinks of a favorite pet, and so instead of killing Husk and broadcasting his screams like the other enslaved him instead. Alternatively, other Overlords were smart enough not to accept a deal that would cost them their soul and then Alastor just killed them instead since there was nothing more to be gained from leaving them alive.

Husk's current situation may suck but there's a pretty high chance if Alastor hadn't gotten complete control over him the radio demon would have killed him again cosigning Husk to oblivion.

I also think Husk is the only person we've seen Alastor use a pet name with, calling him Husker. Which might show him having some attachment to Husk, but not in any way anyone would like. Well, there are probably a few people out there who would enjoy being in Alastor's power. but you get what I mean.

[mrsfrederickchilton]

FREDERICK. Chapter 2

Dear Readers,

Unfortunately, English is not my native language. Therefore, I apologize very much for possible mistakes and inaccuracies. I use my knowledge and two different online translators. I will be very grateful if you point out possible mistakes to me, do not hesitate to do so. I am very grateful to you for reading. If you leave any comments, I will be very happy. There is nothing better for an author than feedback from dear readers.

Chapter 2

You're afraid of even the very phrase "psychiatric hospital", not to mention the hospital itself. But Dr. Chilton's brainchild is located in the building of a former observatory, renovated inside and out, and almost does not give you any concern. You have seen photographs of the furnishings, the premises; of course, photographs of him in a special white hospital uniform, with his hands handcuffed, with a satisfied Dr. Chilton in the frame. You do not even want to think about what Chilton can do and probably does to him. People like him would gladly perform lobotomies every single day, you are sure of that. It is good that at least this does not threaten him.

But nothing good awaits him for sure.

Dr. Chilton himself doesn't inspire fear in you either. Only burning hatred, and although you understand that he actually saved the life of your love, his very appearance swirls a whirlwind of disgust and contempt inside you. Chilton, unlike both of you, is not a criminal, but as a person, as a personality, he is the complete opposite of you. Everything you heard about him before was confirmed. By his acquaintances, his behavior, your observations, your research. A smug son of a bitch, thirsty for success, attention, glory – everything that he will never achieve, because he is only a petty, vindictive, weak and embittered loser, trying to seem much more significant than he is.

And now you are both in his hands.

You had been coming to Dr. Chilton`s office regularly for two months. He had received you with some pleasure, knowing perfectly well how your meeting would end. You had asked and argued, cajoled and begged. You had offered money and even, in a fit of desperation, your own body. But Dr. Chilton had more than enough money, and the body of a psychopath's doormat (you had heard people call you that behind your back sometimes) interested him far less than your emotional turmoil. You still haven't been able to convince him to let you see your lover, but you still tried. You were back in his office, acutely aware of your alienness. This is not a place you should be.

Again and again.

Bulky dark furniture of incongruous materials. Dr. Chilton's chair – a huge ugly leather swivel chair with rivets. The man had absolutely no taste. On the brown polished table – a phone, a laptop, a few books. Opposite – two more chairs, for visitors, also leather, but not as big. Lower rank. Dead bookcases with books, a mottled carpet on a dark parquet floor. Not an office – a pretentious, tasteless crypt screaming for help. Dr. Chilton himself was also guilty of pretentiousness and bad taste, happily expressing it in his suits, shirts, ties and accessories.

You were convincing, pleading, threatening, trusting, on the verge of tears and on the verge of psychosis, but again you achieved nothing. When your monologue dried up (Dr. Chilton almost always listened silently, only occasionally nodding thoughtfully, as if pondering your requests, which kindled even more hatred in you and made you feel even more humiliated), you stared at the psychiatrist, already knowing what he would answer. It was evident from his bored face (once again you're asking for the same thing!) and at the same time his sly look (now he's going to say another nasty thing). You were not mistaken. He refused again, citing unacceptability.

“Please,” you added anyway, unable to admit another defeat. “Please. What does it cost you? You can do anything.”

“That’s exactly why I signed the ban,” Dr. Chilton smiled.

You got up from the visitor's chair opposite the doctor's desk, looking like a grieving widow, but that didn't help either. You squeezed the strap of your bag to keep from crying right there and headed for the exit.

“Wait.”

You froze near the door. Had he finally changed his mind?

“I just wanted to say...” he continued when you turned around, praying that your eyes would not betray the hope that was pounding in your heart.

Doctor Chilton put his feet in expensive shoes on the table. He settled more comfortably in the chair. And he finished gloatingly:

“...no matter how many times you come, I will never give you permission to visit.”

You looked at him, trying not to show your disappointment. And your insane, all-consuming fatigue. You had no more strength. The smug bastard in the leather chair had taken it from you time after time, and today's visit had been the last straw. You wanted to stick gum to the soles of his shoes, which were sitting right on some book. You wanted to yank Dr. Chilton`s arrogant tie so hard that he would hit his head right on his polished desk. You wanted to slam the lid of the laptop with his fingers on the keyboard.

“But you can keep coming, it's always a pleasure to talk to you,” added Dr. Chilton and smiled his most obscene smile.

You wanted to kill him.

“I can't say the same,” you answered coldly, realizing with horror that the words sounded too bitter.

He defeated both of you, and your bitterness seeped even into the supposedly sarcastic phrase.

Don't let him understand that. Don't dare give him even this little.

“Too bad,” responded Dr. Chilton, picking up a book from the table. “You know, I'm always ready for a dialogue.”

“Noticeably.”

You stormed out of the office, slamming the door, not wanting to hear that insinuating, vulgar voice anymore. Preferably, never again. You leaned your back against the wall, clenching your fists in helpless despair. You heard Dr. Chilton got up behind the wall and headed for the door. And you rushed down the corridor, away from here, from him, from these walls, from this stiflingly sterile atmosphere, from the desire to fall to your knees and scream until all the glass in the hospital cracked. At least the ones that hide the certificates and diplomas hanging on the wall of fame of Dr. Chilton.

A cold wind whipped across your face, bringing you back to reality. You sat down on a bench, staring blankly at the street opposite. Cars were passing by, people were passing by. Life flowed by, but yours stopped, stayed there, in the psychiatric hospital behind you. You bent over, hugging your knees, not knowing what to do next. You would have agreed to even one visit, just to see him, to hear his voice, to tell him how empty you were without him, and together you could figure out what to do. But Dr. Chilton would not agree to any of it, only reveling in your helplessness and his power.

You were sitting on a bench until it got dark. Dr. Chilton came out of his holy of holies and got into a taxi without noticing you. He left, but you stayed. His pungent cologne has gone with him, and his sugary smile remains with you. Your chance has gone with him, and your pain remains with you. 

But you can keep coming, it's always nice to talk to you.

It was at that moment that you grabbed onto a crazy idea, born from a mixture of despair, hopelessness and hatred.

No, you thought. No. This is not the end.

He will not win.

No way.

[annalebeaus]

What do you think of all the Romy vs. Rogneto drama in X-Men 97?

In short, I find it all super unnecessary.

In long… Yeah here is a super long rant with all my thoughts about it, thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it anon!😁

I’m a huge Rogue and Gambit shipper but I enjoyed Rogue and Magneto in comics as well. I think they were written really well in X-Men Legacy and I loved how healthy even their break up was.

I even enjoyed them in the show for the first 2 episodes and was excited until it seemed like the love triangle was Rogue’s only storyline and it made both Magneto and Gambit act out of character. I don’t like love triangles to begin with and this one was done… very badly and it did nothing but fuelled misogyny against Rogue. And when it comes to characterizations; Rogue would not hide things about her love life from Remy & Remy would not act like a loser about Magneto and most importantly Magneto would not be arguing with Remy over Rogue. Bad characterization all over for a storyline they decided to add for some reason.

Then episode 5 happened and every good feeling I had towards Rogneto’s show version disappeared completely.

First of all they changed Magneto and Rogue’s history completely and that flashback scene in episode 5 made me feel so incredibly uncomfortable, I don’t think it was the intention but the end result was literal grooming. The teacher/student relationship, the power dynamic between them, the age difference, Rogue’s relationship history and powers were all very…. icky.

All in all, I’m not really a fan of the change they made, if they stuck to the comics it would be fine but their relationship is just plain creepy in the show.

People keep saying “it happened in comics” which is true but also not at all because in comics Rogue and Magneto could touch because Rogue had no powers in Savage Land, they met when Magneto saved her life by separating her personality from Carol, they weren’t in a sexual relationship together until X-Men Legacy which was in 2008 so yeah.

My final thoughts on this “love triangle” is that I hope they never bring it back up again for all the characters’ sake.

And lastly, I really hate how this love triangle opened up a misogynistic hate campaign against Rogue. It was obvious from the beginning Rogue and Gambit were not together but people didn’t get the hint and called her a cheater among a lot of stuff that is slutshaming and even though the last episode cleared up the air completely by making Remy say they were never offical and Rogue implying she and Magneto were not back together at all, people with 0 media literacy who love to self-insert keep going. You can feel bad for Remy but if you start talking shit about Rogue, then I’m not even listening to you.

Sorry for the long answer anon and I’m aware I kinda got out context as well but oh well.. Hope you have a good day!

[cinnamonest]

I know nothing about Persona let alone Goro Akechi but after reading the bsf and yan profile post I want to give this man a hug (and my tits). His story seems so sad ;-; and he's so pretty and for what?? 💢

Honestly, as much as I enjoy genshin I never truly found it to have any meaningful or extremely well written characters (which is not a bad thing, I just can't take them seriously when they all look like that lmao). All credit to making me think twice about them goes to writers and artists in the fandom. So the change in content feels soooooo nice. Made me appreciate your writing in another way

I've heard about Persona a LOT for years, but I didn't have a huge drive to play it until your liveposting (p.s I love the LP so much) and especially the posts with that one insane policeman guy who is a loser (affectionate, also giving him my pussy). Any recs? 😅

HE IS MY BABY BOY you're so right he is so pretty 😖😖😖 Akechi is genuinely an excellently written character, and Persona 5 Royal is one of the few games I think fully deserves to be so hyped as it is.

Tbh I think the problem genshin and similar games has is that there's so many characters, you have to essentially go out of your way to dig into lore to get anything beyond surface level from them. This happens a lot in series with lots of characters — like with Danganronpa for example, your experience of a lot of characters completely changes upon playing their free time events. A lot of genshin characters get very little screen time on the main story, so all their characterization is in their quests, lines, and character profile content. Which to be fair, with a game of this nature that's kinda the only way to really do it, so, I'm just glad they give us that extra content tbh. I've played some gachas that would introduce new characters but give very little beyond a design and name which is kinda sad when you want to know more about the lil guy you're playing with.

But AAAAAAAAAAAAAA thank you so much anon I am going to ramble here, but I'll put a tl;dr at the bottom!

Soooo if you want to get into Persona, I'd recommend the series in a certain order with some notes. There's 5 main entries in the series and a lot of spinoffs.

A word of advice in general with marathoning a game series: with any series it's a good idea to play in order of chronological and thus technological progression, especially if you intend to play the series back to back, otherwise going from a more recent game to an older one can damper your experience due to the decrease in graphical quality, gameplay smoothness, and general content quantity.

However for this series, the ideal order to play really depends on the factors of 1) which version of Persona 3 you choose to play, and 2) if you want to play Persona 1 & 2.

Regarding Persona 1 and 2: These are some of those games where your enjoyment will strongly depend on whether or not you're a person who is okay with some of the frustrations, limitations and slowness/jankiness common to old games (they came out between 1996-1999). I know some people don't mind or see it as a sort of vintage charm, while others get very frustrated with that — if you're the latter, I'd recommend saving yourself the frustration and skipping them, but if you like old games or have a high tolerance for jankiness, you could start here. I will also say that, even amongst the vintage/90s games fan crowd, P2 is definitely more popular and considered better than P1. It's also much better on the aforementioned issues.

Also, unless you have an original PlayStation or PSP, you'll have to emulate these.

Regarding Persona 3: there's several versions — the original came out in like 2006, then there was a remake version called P3 FES which added an epilogue (which is being added to the recent remake soon anyway), then a PSP remake called Persona 3 Portable (which has ports on modern consoles), then the most recent remake, Persona 3 Reload, came out just a few months ago in 2024.

Obviously the newest remake has vastly improved graphics and added lots of gameplay content. However, one of the biggest differences is that P3 Portable had the option to play as a female protagonist — this altered a lot of aspects of the game and is exclusive to that version (which has disappointed a lot of people hoping she'd be in the 2024 remake), so you can't play as her if you play Reload (unless, I believe, you play PC, there's a volunteer team currently making a mod for her).

Personally, I bought P3 Reload, and couldn't get into it, so I dropped it. Then I bought P3P on a whim and LOVE it so far. Getting to play as the girl protagonist makes a massive difference in my opinion, and more than compensates for the older graphics/gameplay. It's not just the romance routes either, her dialogue options, interactions, music, and overall vibe is different enough that it changes the feel of the story.

It really depends on what you value more — 2024-tier visual quality/gameplay and the epilogue, versus the Female Protagonist experience, so just pick which you prefer.

For the order thing, if you choose to play P3P (or the original/FES for whatever reason), I'd start here, but if you want to play Reload, I'd play it either last or just before P5 Royal.

Moving on, Persona 4: Golden and Persona 5: Royal are both the definitive editions of their respective games. They're remakes of the originals with a lot of added content, and unlike Persona 3, there's no reason to play the older versions over these. Notably their themes/vibes are kinda opposite of each other (big city world-scale societal rebellion versus small rural town murder mystery), I wouldn't say either story is better or worse, they're not really comparable and more a matter of personal taste.

As for the stories, admittedly if you've read my posts, you've essentially already been spoiled on the identity of the killers, but honestly it's still worth experiencing the story, there's multiple big plot twists before and after the reveals regarding Akechi/Adachi.

I would play Persona 5 Royal last, largely because it's widely considered the best entry to the series and is by far the longest. However if you only intend to play one game, it should definitely be P5 Royal. The only real flaw to P5 is it's much easier than previous games.

From here, there's a few more spinoff games, whether or not you want to play them really just depends on if you enjoy the genre. There's a bit of lore in some of them but nothing critical.

Dancing All Night/Starlight/Moonlight - dancing rhythm games

Arena Ultimax - fighting game, acts as an epilogue to P3&4

Persona Q 1&2

These are Nintendo DS spinoffs with chibi style art. I haven't played these and admittedly don't know much about them, I think they're dungeon crawler genre? It's popular for the aspect of which it involves the characters of the different main games, so you get to see them interact with each other.

The downside is that these games are oddly expensive, I think because there weren't too many copies. I intend to get them eventually.

Persona 5 Tactica/Strikers:

These are P5 spinoffs that put the cast in alternate stories, strikers is the closest to a true sequel from my understanding, tactica is more of a dungeon-crawler. I didn't get them because Akechi isn't in strikers and is just minor dlc for tactica.

The Phantom X

This is upcoming I believe, it's going to be a mobile game with a new cast.

The TL;DR of my advice:

- Play P2 only if you're into vintage gaming

- Play P1 only if you're REALLY into vintage gaming

- Play Persona 3 Portable if you really value the female protagonist/male character romance experience, otherwise play Persona 3 Reload

- If you play the original Persona 3, FES, or P3 Portable: start with that, then P4 Golden, then P5 Royal

- If you play Persona 3 Reload: play P4 Golden FIRST, then both P5 Royal and P3 Reload in either order.

- Play the spinoffs just based on what type of games you like, if any.

[disco-girl]

gustholomule with starter line 4 :stare:

May have got a bit carried away with this one 🫣

Send me a prompt!

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Gus said, sorting through the rubble of what still remained of his room. A lot of buildings had been completely demolished during the Collector’s reign, so he was just glad that his house was salvageable, even though it would be a lot of work to repair.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Matt responded, raising an eyebrow. He cast a spell circle to reconstruct one of Augustus’ bookshelves.

Gus took a stack of singed books and threw them into the trash bin with a sigh. “Yeah, but I’m sure there are a lot of other things you could be doing. A lot of other people who need help.”

“Yeah but those other people aren’t—“ Matt seemed to catch himself mid-sentence and freeze, tensing his shoulders.

“Aren’t what?” Gus looked at him quizzically.

“—Aren’t friends with the human who saved our asses from Belos and the Collector.” Matt recovered quickly.

“Oh.” Gus felt a pang of disappointment strike him and he suddenly felt very small. After a few beats of silence, he finally spoke up again. “If that’s the only reason you’re here, then you should leave. I don’t need your help.”

Matt’s face fell. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just…hey, what is that?” he asked, pointing at something near Augustus’ feet. Gus looked down and grabbed it in one motion.

“It’s nothing!” he said, swiftly hiding it behind his back.

Matt crossed his arms. “I’m not stupid, Augustus.”

Gus sighed, removing his arm from behind his back to reveal what he had tried to hide. Matt recognized it immediately as one of the human artifacts that he had crafted when he was still trying to win over the H.A.S. He walked over and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It was just a rock that he’d drawn a “human” skull onto.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“I know, I know, it’s weird that I kept them because we weren’t friends or anything. I mean, not that we’re friends now—

“We aren’t?”

Augustus gaped at him. “I don’t know? I thought we were, but then…” he took a seat on the half of his bed that still remained, “after we got back from the human realm, I wasn’t sure anymore.”

Matt knelt down next to him. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the first thing you did when you saw me again was call me a loser and then right after that I found out that I didn’t even know your real name?”

“C’mon, you gotta admit that was funny,” Matt said, looking up at him with a crooked smile before looking away again. “Look, I’m not really good at this stuff. It’s just that you were gone and everything changed overnight and then suddenly I had all these kids looking to me to protect them. And it’s not like I didn’t think about…” Matt’s voice began to waiver and he paused to suck in a breath. “You know, before. But I couldn’t think about it too much or I wouldn’t have been able to keep going.”

“Oh?” Gus leaned forward, hanging onto every word.

“And then when you came back, I guess it was easier to just pretend you’d never left. Because I was scared that I was gonna lose you again.” As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Matt seemed to realize what he said and his eyes widened. “I mean—I was scared that Luz would…be weird about it.”

“I’m not stupid, Mattholomule,” Gus said, unable to hide the sly smile on his face.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, don’t tell anybody that I got all mushy for a minute. Don’t want people to think I’ve gone soft.” He looked down at the object in his hand again. “That’s not what I meant, by the way. I didn’t think it was weird that you kept them because we weren’t friends yet. I thought it was weird that you kept them because they’re trash. They’re not worth holding onto.”

“I don’t think they’re trash,” Gus said, reaching over and grabbing the rock, “they’re special to me because they remind me of how we met.”

Matt smiled up at him, showing his chipped tooth. “Wow, I didn’t know you were so obsessed with me.”

Augustus frowned and kicked him playfully with his foot. They both sat in comfortable silence for a minute.

“Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“I missed you too.”

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Heaven and Hell 13

Author: Akira

Characters: Kanata, Natsume

Translator: Mika Enstars

"It will be okay, it will be okay, alright? Look, squeeeeze~. ♪"

Season: Autumn

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Student Council Room

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Natsume: I might not fully understaND, bUT… That means Kanata-niisan’s mommy passed awAY, hUH? It seems like unpleasant memories were brought back uP.

Kanata: Mommie? No, my “mother” only finished her role. As a “goddess”, she does not die, even after passing away.

She has become one with the vast “sea”, and watches over us even today.

So, even if I cannot swim, I “love” to splash around in the ocean.

It is like I am being held by mother.

It wasn’t all good things, I would even get “reprimanded” from time to time. Because they were a very strict person back when I lived a normal life.

But, she was always right at all times, so if I ever get lost, I splash in the sea. And I’d ask, “let me know the answer”.

Natsume: You knOW, I always think about how uniquely you view the worLD, Kanata-niisan. We’ve been lumped together as the Five Eccentrics, but even among all of uS, you are exceptionally sO.

Kanata: Ehehe~. ♪

Natsume: BuT, that’s also why you’re in dangER, Kanata-niisan. People generally tend to fear those different than thEM, and become hostiLE.

If they think “that person is different from us” in a positive senSE, they can be celebrated as a geniUS, or even hailed as a gOD.

But in a negative senSE, they easily become targets for discrimination and oppressiON.

So, while Rei-niisan deciding “let’s move abroad” might be a bit of an exaggeratiON… Do you think we could lay low for a bIT, Kanata-niisan?

Let’s all evacuate togethER, until things cool oFF.

Kanata: That would be “impossible”, you know~, or rather, “meaningless”.

We can “hide” somewhere, but in the meantime, we will all be declared “losers”. We don’t even put up a fight. If we do not fight, then they would consider it a “loss by default”.

We would lose everything. By “evacuating”, we would end up losing the place that we call home.

It would be better than dying, still… but…

As I said before, I have nowhere to escape to.

I am “god” before I am myself. I must prioritize the “land” and its “people”.

Natsume: So rather than run awAY, you’d rather stay here and be bullied by bastards with a misguided idea of justicE?

Kanata: I have “no choice” but to. If you listen to their “story”, it seems that we have done “terrible things” to them as well.

And so, they are returning that “favor”.

Natsume: Is that really what you thiNK? All those idiotic rumors everyone is talking about are nothing but conspiracy theories with no basis in faCT!

Why are we to blame for everyone else’s unhappineSS? It’s absolutely ridiculoUS! It’s not our fault they’re miserabLE…!

Kanata: Is that really true?

There is nothing else like “water” in this world. It is all alone. The same “water” can become liquid, then water, and then ice…

It is always circulating around the world. It is all connected.

It is no longer just “water”. It is anything and everything. And so nothing is “completely alone” in this “world”.

So if everyone is “miserable”, it might actually be partly our fault. Though, it is difficult to explain.

Natsume: So you’re sayiNG, even if you’re the one getting accused and bulliED, cry yourself to sleep over iT? The bully has it harder than the bulliED?

Kanata: Hm~… I don’t really understand how you guys “feel”, though.

I do not particularly mind. I “accept” whatever is given to me, whether it be “progress” or “violence”.

It is the reason I was born.

From the very “start”, I was born for the sake of being everyone’s “nourishment”. To offer up my “flesh” for the sake of others to enjoy.

Natsume: No, but thaTS… You’re so stranGE, I don’t understand yOU.

Ah, shIT. I said something that the public would say to uS.

Kanata: I’m sorry, Nacchan. I’m supposed to be the one “saving” you.

But I’m causing you to be sad, aren’t I?

Natsume: No, I’m making myself distraught all on my oWN…

Kanata: It will be okay, it will be okay, alright? Look, squeeeeze~. ♪

Natsume: WaWA, stop thAT! I’m not a little kID, okAY?

Kanata: You are a little kid, though. You are the most out of all of us.

That is why, we just all want to protect you.

If you’d like to “escape”, then please do so, Nacchan. We won’t “lecture” you for doing it.

It is normal to not want to get hurt or to die. Yes, that’s right, I am strange.

So, please “escape”, Nacchan.

I will deal with all the “bad things” aimed towards us. I will take care of everything.

For all of you, I will be your “body”.

I will say this as many times as I need; this is the reason I was born.

I wish everyone could be “satisfied” just by devouring me, though… Or is that also too “difficult” to do?

Since the times of “myth” until now, there is no “limit” to what “humans” can do, is there?

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[iceofqueensword]

Oh, man. 10 of fucking November I was saving it as a draft. Only now I got to post this whole thing! I seriously need to get my priorities straight. I like to write stories and to paint, I like stupid jokes, and all this stuff seemed to disappear a bit from my life currently. A huge bit (yeah, I know, this sentence doesn't make sense). So I want to go back on track with all the ideas I had in mind when I created this blog. Otherwise... I noticed, how lately I only do what exhaust me. Some things are out of my impact, some are not. Choosing what to write is definitely one of those I can change. It looks like a grandma's page, istg. Becoming a boring official-like page. Meh :/

Reality check 😆

I don't know why, but Jongho does have an impression of a usual person. Like... Whenever I look at Jongho promo photos, I see a photo of the best student at school/ best worker in the company 😭 Your Asian parents are pointing at him and telling you: see? You should be like him. Try harder. I don't why, please, don't find it offensive 😅 Come to think of it, being the best student is not usual... 🧐 This impression disappears on stage completely 😌 Jongho, you ARE a celebrity, don't worry 😆

In my dream about past life, where I saw many idols studying at the same school, Yunho interrupted Seonghwa, when he was about to kiss a girl he liked 🌚 I guess it added some antipathy 😆 Yunho came into room, asked loudly: "Hey, guys, what's up?" - and the atmosphere was broken. Seonghwa didn't talk to Yunho for a week. 😆

...

Well, I don't know about king's face, but I can imagine them being different types of killers. 😁

Hongjoong:

Tried to murder a person once. Pretended to be drunk by spilling alcohol on clothes and starting a fight. Got stabbed instead, ended his murder's career before starting, having a small business, fine like this. He likes to listen to friends' stories, when they are talking about their job.

San, Yeosang:

Scheduled a meeting with object at 4 PM. Killed without anger, emotions, simply doing a job. Even feeling guilty a little.

— Sorry, buddy. Gotta feed my family.

Yeosang to San:

— You could find a normal job. It's not necessary to kill people to live.

San, pouting:

— Did you see prices for child products?! No way I can feed my daughter with "normal" job! Don't you have a daughter also?

Yeosang, laughing:

— I do. And I want to buy her a new toy until the store is closed. Hurry up.

Wooyoung:

Becoming close with object. Talking to a victim a lot, speaking about everything that other people are talking about the object.

— Your wife is cheating on you with her coworker.

— R-really?..

— Yeah! They are doing it for two years already. Your daughter thinks you are a complete loser! She is laughing at your cheap gifts with her friends.

— Oh...

— And you know what? — added Wooyoung, while stirring poison in a cup of tea. — Your best friend never liked...

Wooyoung stopped stirring a drink and looked at the dead body. He sighed loudly, called his boss.

— I am sorry... I failed again. Boss, I will do better next time! What? No, he is dead. But I didn't kill him. I was just talking... Prepared a poison... And I looked at him, he already did it himself. Okay. I don't deserve a raise... Thank you.

Yunho, Mingi:

Mingi is living with Yunho. He is doing all the chores. Never killed a person in his entire life. Just like Alfonso Elric, always misunderstood for Yunho, the most scaring killer. Killing painlessly? Call him. Killing after hours of tortures? Call him, Yunho would do it with even more enthusiasm. And pretty smile.

Mingi, opening a door, wearing a white T-shirt with red stains, holding a knife:

— What do you want?

A person, who was standing behind the door, slowly sat on the floor.

— Y-you must be Yunho, r-right?

Mingi, innocently:

— Ah, no! Yunho! It's your guest!

Yunho, wearing a t-shirt with puppy, smiling happily (because of an exciting new work):

— Yes?

A guest, not believing his eyes:

— Um... Then what are these stains?

Mingi, embarrassed, looking at his clothes:

— Sorry, I was cooking...

Seonghwa, Jongho:

Seonghwa is working as a psychotherapist. He is listening to victim's worries a lot. Then offering a poisoned cookie, a lot of those are lying on a plate in the room.

Waiting for Jongho, who will get rid of a body.

Jongho is a policeman. Covering his friends all the time. Wannabe priest. Telling his friends, that killing is bad. Ending up helping them anyway. After all, Jongho morals are telling him, that helping friends is more important than saving unknown people.

— You will burn in hell, — said Jongho to Seonghwa, who was lying in a bathroom.

Seonghwa, diving deeper into hot water:

— I already do. Would you be so kind to make me a tea?

— With a cookie? — asked Jongho sarcastically.

Seonghwa, laughing:

— You don't know a recipe. Just tea.

[kleinstar]

EMPATHEOREM

*available to threads outside ones with me too - just dm me for icons

Powers

Uhh small wounds/scratches get healed up automatically. Normally would be in few seconds but now it's a little slower than that.

Fashionable raincloak outfit that evades water completely unless it's a storm.

Rainbow gem hanging from his neck should not go too far - canon has not confirmed that anything will happen only said that something might happen sadly we dont know so cant really use that just dont rp losing it

Not really a power but you seem to have a lot of random skills from tons of parttime jobs he has done!

Mannerisms

Eiden's generally pretty easygoing guy, I wouldn't call him unflappable but generally takes things as they are and so on. He's considerate and flexible towards others, excellent with kids. He's curious. Appreciates pretty/handsome/guys a lot, might occasionally do some light flirting even. Generally doesn't expect the worst out of people but like can still clock shady vibes to an extent but might help out anyway... Can be silly but he's pretty smart actually! He's pretty sociable and honestly a little bit nosy. Prone to reckless things when people he cares about are in danger but also probably strangers too. Maintains good confidence and if it falters will try to psyche himself up with inner dialogue or even outer. Excitable! Many things are cool! Also a little mischievous. ALSO, he's got surprising amount of charisma! A little prone to being lonely. Bit of a people please, it comes naturally though, prone to peacekeeping even when he's pissed off, tries to look things from many directions so his opinions on things can change up --- but also his temper flares seeing mistreatment of others and so on. Might feel a little awkward about being cared for. Unlikely to admit any weakness which also in turn means he's pretty competitive (not a terrible loser but stubborn for sure).

Memories:

This doesn't necessarily need a memory with it but in the orphanage they made him skip meals if you played with food or had leftovers.Can't not finish a plate and will eat himself sick if the only other option is to toss food away.

general memories of orphanage

teenager rebellious phase, tons of part time jobs again and a lot more temper

memories of some more parttime jobs, countless dates and things of that sort and then finally endless hours at office

memories of klein - warmth, hot guys, suddenly will to life gained but also pretty wild stuff like getting infiltrated into cult to save a friend (got caught immediately), into a criminal organization (got caught before even doing that), infiltrating into youkai party (eventually got caught),into uhhhh infiltrating drug operated red light district (got caught), festivals of different sorts, monsters, traveling by foot, being detective, prison, getting stuck in dreams or in a book made for combat training, organizing idol group, getting stabbed....

spiralememories also free game

Icons:

So apologies i dont have nsfw icons sorted into separate folder bc i use some as normal icons (even evit them out lol), i dont...think theres anything too wild in there tho Also like honestly having to renumber them would suck!! fflflld some icons are also just badly cropped and i just havent bothered with redoing them but im sure you'll live - dm/@ in twitter me for them though!

Feel free to dm me if you want to thread!! ill do an ad soon or immediately idk yet

[scarabesque-returns]

Reformed and Calvinism mean the same thing. Both names have origins in the Reformation. Calling Reformed people Calvinists was originally used by its detractors to emphasize their view that we were following new ideas from some guy named Calvin, but we liked that name too so I guess it's kind of a reclaimed slur lol.

As far as outside texts, note that this is a fundamental difference between all Protestants (not just Reformed) and the Roman church. All Protestants believe in the five solas:

Scripture alone means that the word of God takes precedence and overrules any word of man. There is no Protestant equivalent to the magisterium or the Pope, nor will there ever be.

The history of the ideas of the Reformation come directly from scripture, but the church father who developed it into scholarly theology is St Augustine of Hippo.

As for the rest of your questions, in some of them you're asking me to know the mind of God. This is, of course, impossible except for what He revealed to us in His word. Buuut, most of what you're questioning seems to be directed at the doctrine of limited atonement so I can respond to some of that. Many people are taken aback at the idea of limited atonement, so it's certainly common to feel this way.

I'll start by saying there are way more eloquent people than myself who have written articles about this. I recommend this one by Pastor David Hyde. That being said, I think I'd start by pointing out that what we see as choosing winners and losers is simply the way God works.

He elected:

Noah and his family over everyone else

Abel over Cain

Abraham over everyone else

The Jews over the Canaanites

Moses over the Pharaoh

Jacob over Esau

and so on and so forth throughout the Old Testament. What is remarkable to me is the idea that this somehow changed when He came to live among us. God is immutable, perfect, unchanging. His election of His chosen people didn't change course with the arrival of Jesus. It was fulfilled.

As far as what the unelected are like, the Reformed view of the unsaved doesn't differ much from the Roman view. The Holy Spirit only dwells within and regenerates the elect. Where we differ is how God arrives at the elect.

Outside of Reformed faiths, most Christians believe that they are at least partially responsible for their own salvation. These can generally be divided between two forms. a) Either God is wholly at the mercy of humanity's power to choose Him, or the prescient view b) God was able to see in the future all those would accept Jesus and thus chose them as His elect.

Much like you may see an ugly side to limited atonement, there is an ugly side to these as well. Firstly, this means that our salvation is dependent on us - and we all know how reliable and holy we sinners are as compared with God. Also, this means that some, if not a majority, of Jesus' blood was spilled in vain. It means Jesus died for people who are in hell today and will be for eternity. It means that He was somehow incapable or unable to save them. It means that God's hand, in the form of Jesus' saving grace, was extended to us, many of us rejected Him, and He was not strong enough to keep us.

So most fundamentally, the Reformed view is that God is completely, totally, absolutely, and without question sovereign over all things. He is perfectly good, the source of all good, infinite, and unlimited. We never have to worry about our salvation, because the fact that we are capable of such worry means we are saved. The non-elect do not give such things a second thought.

I hope this answers your questions. If not, I'm happy to answer follow ups.

Can you tell me about predestination?

I'd love to!

Predestination is the belief that God chose His elect in advance, before the creation of the world. He effects this by working in the lives of His elect via regeneration and the gift of grace. This is foundational to Reformed theology, which can be neatly summarized with the acronym TULIP.

As with all things Reformed, it starts with scripture.

"For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified." (Romans 8:29-30)

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption to himself as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will" (Ephesians 1:3-5)

There are many more, but I don't want this to get too long.

We can see in scripture that faith is a gift from God, through no effort or valor on our part (Unconditional Election). And thank God for that, because sin has so separated us from Him that we are incapable of choosing Him on our own (Total Depravity). We also see that God chooses his elect, as he chose Jacob over Esau (Limited Atonement). God always gets what he wants in the end (Irresistible Grace). And finally, I thank God for the fact that my salvation depends on Him and not me because He will never let me go (Perseverance of the Saints).

Predestination is ultimately the understanding that God is sovereign over all things. He is unlimited and does not choose to limit Himself. He is the source of all good in this fallen world. And we can take comfort in the fact that He knew us before he created us (Jeremiah 1:5).

[ihatebnha]

Okay so I don’t know why I thought this would be so funny but I just imagine the boys having a crush on you and doing their guy things to try to impress her.

But they’re like nervous and shy and they do secret presents and all of that. And you somehow confuse the assortment of heartfelt feelings and gifts for someone that’s completely not them.

And I just can’t help but laugh and think that you think it’s Monoma or even Mineta and everyone is just horrified that one of these two ends up on a date with you. (Whether out of gratitude or giving them a chance is up for discussion).

You don’t have to write about it, but thinking about the boys’ various ranges of mad/ disbelief is sending me and I thought I’d share.

(Let's go with Monoma because I don't even want to entertain the thought of Mineta going out with you)

Poor boys!!! Can you imagine they put so much thought into your gifts only to find out that you think it was NEITO MONOMA!!! I'm sure the guy has an eye for romantic things... but we know the only reason he doesn't deny that it was him is because he doesn't want his former 1A classmates to have you.

I feel like... as subtle as Bakugo probably wanted to be initially, if he sees Monoma (of all people) taking credit for his work, he's the one who reacts to it the worst. Maybe not immediately reveal it was him who gave the gifts, but at least start a fight. March on over to wipe the smirk right off his face and call him out for not even acknowledging how nervous you seem about dating him in the first place.

It's probably only after the inevitable screaming match that has to broken up by other heroes, when you and Bakugo are standing together in the aftermath, that he starts blushing and rubbing the back of his neck, like... "So... you did like the uh, the flowers then?"

-

Kirishima is definitely equally as mad but maybe not as reactive. Literally the last thing he ever wants to do is deal with Monoma, so he probably waits until after your awkward date is over to creep over and be like... "So... y/n......... you and Monoma, huh?"

Mostly because he doesn't wanna stop you if the person you really wanna go out with is the big M, but also because maybe there's still something to salvage...

And it's only when you reveal that the date was super bad and you're sorta... upset that it wasn't anyone else who sent the nice gift that he steps up and tells you it was actually him. Saving you from Monoma is the manly thing to do!!!

-

And Deku, omg... such a funny situation to find yourself in because maybe Monoma doesn't realize it was Deku who sent something either??? So when he creeps over to like... gently explain that he didn't leave the gift and the date was a mistake, Monoma's just, "Oh? Well, I didn't see you asking them out so I'd stop interrupting if I were you!"

LMFAOOO AND DEKU'S LIKE SCRAMBLING BECAUSE yes it was, but you're right there watching, and this isn't romantic at all, and he doesn't want you going out with a liar and, and, and now he's just standing there looking like an idiot...

And it honestly probably has to be you who tells Monoma that you'll talk to him later because right now, you need to help your friend... and Deku is just sighing because... yeah. That's why he liked you in the first place <333

-

And I'd go into Todoroki more... but he's the one who just fixes it beforehand, walking over the second he sees you planning something, with: "Actually Monoma, I gave y/n that. Stop taking credit for things you didn't think of."

And Monoma is just... left there stuttering omg. You're surprised too, but hey. Means you don't have to sit through any terrible meals with him aklsdfjkalsdjk

-

(And I can't help but think about after, too... when Monoma tries to sneak over and ask, "So, how was your date with the class 1A loser?"

And having been wined and dined before getting your back blown out, are just like: Oh, it was good haha😊

[voiidlizrd]

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS IF YOU LAUGHED WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THEY CHEATED

A/N: I’ve seen so many angst fanfictions of characters cheating on Y/N and they cry and can’t really get over them. What if it was just Y/N laughing because they don’t take shit and probably stand by the “you loose me, you loose me loser.” Of course they are hurt but can’t let people control them for it.

If you have been in a very toxic relationship, you are awesome and I hope the best for you!

This is my first time writing a bit of angst (if you can call it that) and this will probably be OOC, but I’m not sure.

Gender Neutral Reader for all parts except Naoya (we all know how he feels about women). Badly written angst.

Warning: toxic relationships, slight angst, just reader being a badass, Naoya being Naoya.

As much as I love Gojo, he would totally cheat on you. He’s a guy with a huge ego and pride and probably lacks commitment to actual romantic relationships, it isn’t surprising that he would cheat.

You found out when his phone went off next to you one day. Giving into curiosity, you checked to see what it was about.

It was a text from a someone you didn’t know, or care to know. The text read;

Last night was fun I can’t wait to do that again sometime.

You aren’t stupid. You knew what they meant by that. You only hummed at the message, setting the phone down and trying to ignore the pain in your heart, rising to your throat. You had suspicions, but of course didn’t push for the sake of trusting Gojo.

Gojo came back to the living room and saw you there, phone in hand. His heart immediately dropped but tried to smile at you.

“Last night was fun,” you read from the text off his phone. “I can’t wait to do that again sometime.”

His blood ran cold when hearing the casualty in your voice, like you just told him about the weather.

“So, got anything to say?”

“What’s there to say? It shouldn’t matter right? It was just a one time thing.”

He expected you to start screaming or crying, that’s how most people he had a relationship acted when finding out about his affairs. But not you, no. You smiled at him.

“You’re right. It will be a one time thing. We’re over.”

What?

“What do you mean ‘we’re over,’ and why the fuck are you smiling!?” Gojo tried to get mad at you, to rile you up in hopes of something at least. If you didn’t care why should he? But at the same time…

“I said what I said and meant what I said. I’m smiling because it’s funny.”

“The fuck is so funny about this?”

“It’s funny you think I’d actually cry over something like this, over you.”

You aren’t crying over him. You only chuckle at his surprised expression, holding back laughter. He didn’t get a rise out of you, your sobs and yells of not being able to have him truly.

You weren’t upset over him.

“Wh-“ “I’ll pack my things.”

With that you just shoved your things into your bags, taking everything with you and giving Gojo a sickeningly sweet smile at the front doorway.

“Whatever.” Gojo spat with a smirk. “You won’t find another guy like me, yknow.”

Your smiled widened, much to Gojo’s hatred. “Good to know.”

With that, you left. You left without a fuss, without a tear. Fine, Gojo thought, I don’t need you anyways.

You’d be back either way. You’d crawl back to him realizing you can’t get over someone like THE Gojo Satoru. You just can’t!

Gojo probably slept around, trying to get rid of the thought of you and tried to enjoy this “freedom.” In truth, each time after the one night stand was done, all he remembered was that goddamn smile you gave him, how casual you were about leaving him.

No second thought, no second chance.

You just left.

He shouldn’t care. There were plenty of women and plenty of men who were more than willing to be with him, of course.

So why does he feel so empty without you? Why did it set a heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders. It was only then he realized that you really wouldn’t come back.

Okay it is canon that Toji here can’t be bothered to be in a committed relationship. So it isn’t a surprise he probably cheats.

You found out when you ran into him on the way to the store. He was with some random woman, you didn’t pay much attention to who she was really.

You two just stared at one another. Toji didn’t seem to bother to explain himself, nor did he seem to care. Of course you ached on the inside.

“Gonna say anything? Cause I gotta get goin’.” Toji finally said.

“Back to your date?”

He just rolled his eyes, ready for the waterworks and the screaming. He waited, and waited. Looking back at you, all he saw was a smile. His brows furrowed.

No screaming. No yelling. You just laughed and looked at the woman;

“Good luck.”

You just walked passed him, shoulders bumping into one another roughly. It left a bitter taste in Toji’s mouth. You just… Walked away with no fuss. Sure. Fine by him right? Right.

He didn’t care and you didn’t seem to neither. No problem with him.

That’s a lie.

He saw you go about your day to day life. Despite the look of casualty on your face, you looked… worn out.

Ouch.

Right through Toji’s heart was the spike of guilt.

You were hurting, that much was obvious, but you tried to get over it. After all, plenty of fish in the sea. It would be a waste to just save it on some dude.

‘Course Toji tried to get you out of his mind. It was obvious he couldn’t. Always thinking about you, sometimes even waiting to see you text him some stupid shit he could roll his eyes at. Something.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t and you shouldn’t. If he didn’t care about your relationship, neither would you.

It was over and it was done.

But there’s times Toji really wishes he wasn’t such an asshole.

How you two got together is BEYOND anyone’s understanding. He’s misogynistic and a complete asshole. It’s surprising how you are able to put up with him sometimes.

What’s not surprising is him cheating. He believes that his male needs need to be satisfied whenever. After all he works hard so he clearly deserve it.

You were blissfully unaware until a sympathetic servant informed you of what your husband gets up to when he’s not around.

You just smiled but it was clear by the ache in your eyes you fought back the tears. You knew. You had a gut feeling but you tried to trust him.

Upon returning home, he was greeted by you sitting on the bed with your things packs behind you.

“The fuck is this?” Naoya demanded.

“I know you’re cheating on me.”

Naoya just scoffed and rolled his eyes. Women and their emotions. “I’m a man. I have needs you know.”

“I know. Whoever she is, she can do it all the time with you. I don’t really care.” You smiled.

Naoya grinned, figuring you saw it his way like a good wife. But his smile dropped when you took off your wedding ring and set it on the bedside table. No anger behind it and no hesitation.

“What the fuck are you doing.”

“Letting you have your way as a man. I mean, you won’t have a wife to be nagging you about that, right?” You grinned even wider, venom pouring from your words while your face said otherwise.

You grabbed your things and tried to walk past him. Keyword, tried.

“You aren’t going anywhere! You are my wife!” His hand gripped your wrist but you just tugged it away. “Get back here!”

You weren’t crying like he was expecting. Don’t women just bawl when they find their husband is being unfaithful? Don’t they make a huge fuss and scene?

You just continued walking away from him, ignoring him as if he were just a flu. A pest.

“You are my wife! You will-“ “Ex-wife.”

You turned with a smile. “Wish you and her the best of luck. Really, I do. She keep your man needs ‘satisfied’ right?”

For once Naoya was speechless. He could only watch as you walked away, away from the Zenin estate. You turned back and he could only wait- rather hope- you’d come running back to him and apologize for doing this to him, for saying such things to him. But you just stood, and stared, and chuckled at your own stupidity. Misogynists, am I right?

There are plenty of women who are submissive, Naoya told himself. Plenty who are willing to be pretty wives.

Yet there he stands, just hoping and wishing his dear wife would come back. His caring and loving one. That smile you gave him, that smile of pure pain yet amusement. You’d always smile when he brought you joy.

Now he just sees that sickening smile over and over. He tried to blame it on the woman he had an affair with, she came onto him! But at the end of the day, he was the one that gave in.

Hope I did good at the angst! My heart sure didn’t enjoy it except the Naoya part.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

Word Count: 2000+

MASTERLIST

“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

-

When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

[free-pool-trash]

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.