#mute!peter

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted #also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my #notifs page cleanish lol #also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because #of investors bankrolling everything #and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest #however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point #once again. so many murder dollars #so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction #anyways . love yall 💕 #origibberish #bigger gibbers

[moxielynx]

my prediction for the ending of spiderman 2 is that peter will hold harry so gently like he did in ultimate spiderman and then they'll kiss and tell each other how much they love each other and-

Edit 1: I’m finally gonna be playing Spider-Man 2 this weekend and I would just like to say I get mental damage every time someone reblogs this with something along the lines of “how does it feel to get it so accurate” /hj

Edit 2: I AM A SAD, SAD BROKEN MAN. APOLLO HAS GIFTED ME THE POWER OF PROPHECY. DAMN YOU INSOMNIAC DAMN YOU.

#i refuse to look at any content for this game until i play it and i have no idea when i'll be able to #time to start muting some words on tumblr...... #insomniac spiderman #insomniac spider man #harry osborn #peter parker #spider man #parksborn #peter x harry #lynx posting #edit 1: it feels great to be right actually (I have no idea what the ending of the game looks like) #edit 2: that ending felt so bittersweet after Peter said ‘’ilove you’’ #i wanted to feel happy for Peter and MJ but. what the hell #if Harry isn’t in Spider-Man 3 I *will* go to jail for reasons #anyways time to finally watch jackscepticeye play it #*dies and never returns*

[kordyceps]

Part 2 collection of the banner artworks for chapters 7, 8, 10, & 11 of my Steter fanfic, Mutiny of the Hardest Order. 😁

#steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #steter art #steter fanart #lmao @ the one that's all muted colors vs the others that are like if a rainbow vomited on a canvas #been feelin colorful lately I guess #also sloooowwwwllllyy getting the hang of drawing peter #I stg that man is such a pain in the ass #really living up to his character lol #teen wolf #art korner

[jennilah]

au where Strahm loses his voice entirely & permanently from the tracheotomy

food for thought

#jennilargh #peter strahm #saw #sawposting #i couldnt write it because ive already written a mute fic and i dont want that to be like a whole thing right #theres just a lot of angst potential with that PARTICULAR affliction that works well with romance and angst stories #like imagine? a hoffstrahm fic that basically follows the same beats as my series where Hoffman is horrendously guilty for what he did #but instead of just a neck scar and strahm's ptsd he also has to be faced with it every SINGLE time strahm communicates with him #or shit man. what if hes in trouble and trying to scream out #could go on really

[rxttingsblog]

ೃ⁀➷ Notes ೃ⁀➷

Summary: Reader is a mute and reserved test subject at Hawkins Lab. No one knew what her voice sounded like. She only communicated by using a notebook and always came off as “emotionless” but one night, someone catches her sobbing in her room alone because of a disastrous incident that occurred. Will anyone be there to comfort her?

—Peter Ballard/Henry creel x fem!crybaby!mute!Reader

(Reader is 18+ obviously)

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Warning: age-gap, yandere!peter, mentions of m*rder, abuse, angst, pure fluff tbh, dark themes inside Hawkins lab.

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It’s not that you were stubborn, you just couldn’t speak. You refused to socialize with anyone else around you. Even with the other test subjects who were kindhearted towards you. Not a single word escaped your mouth. There were only some occasions where you debated on interacting but at the end of the day you still remained as quiet as a mouse.

This obviously took a toll on your life. Papa said you had to communicate. He said you wouldn’t make it anywhere in life if you just stayed mute for your entire life but you never gave a shit. Why did life matter? You were going to be stuck in this prison forever anyway, so it never mattered to you in the first place. But because of Brenner’s toxic behavior you had to communicate in some way. That’s when you decided to communicate through a notebook. Papa was never too keen on the idea but at least you were “opening up.”

But despite having the notebook, you barely put it to use. You still never socialized with any human being. Sometimes you used the notebook, sometimes not at all. No one even cared to talk to you anyway. You couldn’t name anyone who cared at the top of your head. So that’s why you had barely put the notebook to use.

However, there was only one. This one certain person who actually did talk to you. A person who took a liking towards you. Someone who found you to be rather intriguing. It shocked you to your core because you’ve never experienced this much kindness before. Sure, maybe some of the other test subjects were nice but it would always end up with them thinking you’re weird at the end of the day. This caused you to develop trust issues. You even were hesitant about trusting the young man who talked to you almost everyday.

His name was Peter, or Mr. Ballard. The other patients referred to him as Mr. Ballard. He was the only one who didn’t think you were weird. At first you were shy around him since you weren’t expecting an orderly to socialize with you but later on you opened up which he was very glad about. But even he didn’t even hear your voice and you weren’t planning on revealing it to him anytime soon. You weren’t sure why he was so interested in you. Was it because you were different? He always told you that you were different but he reminds you that it was in a good way. It confused you to no end.

But even though you didn’t trust him that much due to your mental health. You still had great respect for him. You could even say that the two of you were friends. It was still awkward because you never understood the meaning of friendship nor how it worked. While others talked and laughed with each other you only talked to your one friend by writing the conversation out. When you wrote, Peter responded verbally. But he never made fun of you, maybe he secretly liked that you were never loud and obnoxious like some of the other patients here.

Peter seemed to be quite hostile towards everyone else besides you. He was always there to give you a hand. If he ever witnessed you getting bullied, he would protect you and turn in the bullies to his boss. Papa would usually handle them accordingly since bullying was permitted in the laboratory. But even after all of that, you’d remain as emotionless as can be. It even surprised Peter.

He never met someone who was so void of emotion. Until that one night that changed everything..

—

“So even after all of this you still remain silent?” Taunted Papa, he loomed over your collapsed body that lied on the cold tiled floor.

The day was going by smoothly before Papa called you in. At first you assumed that the two of you were going to have a private lesson not a lesson where he tortured you. Papa explained to you that this was a punishment for being non-verbal.

Visible scars, burns, scabs, and even bruises were engraved into your once soft skin. You weren’t even expecting this to happen. All of this madness just because you had trouble speaking. You were fighting back the urge to cry. But only Papa could tell you were about to break. A smug smile spread across his crusted lips.

“Still nothing, hm?” Brenner chastised with his grin growing wider. His smile made you want to punch him in that moment.

Your body remained motionless on the ground. All you could do was stare up at him with intense fear that kept increasing. Papa was a very cruel and ruthless man. This was his dark side.

Only you had seen this side of him and it’s not like anyone would believe you if you were to expose him. Expose the things he has put you through. He made you crave the sweet embrace of death. You remember you’d always ask the same questions in your head; “Why does this have to happen to me? Did i deserve this?”

“Alex, please escort 004 back to her room.” Ordered Papa.

The orderly nodded and approached you. He commanded for you to get up but you were far too weak to even stand on your own. Alex scoffed in annoyance before aggressively pulling you up by your wrist. You tried not to yelp out in pain.

Alex escorted you back to your room. It was common for patients and orderlies to walk hand in hand. Papa said it was one of the main rules. You thought it was childish and you always resented it. But rules are rules despite how stupid they can be. The pain on your feet increased the more you walked. Alex practically dragged you since your feeble walking pace aggravated him.

After a few agonizing seconds, you made it back to your room in one piece. Alex locked the door behind you. Then again, it was common for that as well. The subjects had zero freedom and always kept the doors locked during the night. The orderlies on night shift would usually do checks in the room. In order to make sure no one escaped and that no one was awake. The rules here were always very uptight. That was another thing that annoyed you to no end.

When you could no longer hear Alex’s foot steps. That’s when you broke down into a crying fit. You had the tendency to sob hysterically when you were extremely upset. You were a master at faking your emotions so getting by in the lab without passing a single feeling was going off without a hit. But behind closed doors was when you were your truest self. That’s when you showed emotion.

It was hard not to cry too hard. After all, you couldn’t draw attention. And god forbid if anyone actually heard you. You wouldn’t be surprised if the people here punished you for having literal emotions. If someone were to ever cry here they’d get in trouble. Just another reason you lacked public emotion.

Your soft sobs grew louder so you had to shut yourself up by clasping a hand over your mouth as you lied down in bed. You were doing everything in your power to not strengthen your sadness. But being in this cold room seemed to make everything feel beyond impossible.

So here you were, with your body curled up on the bed, a hand over your mouth in order to subside your sobbing, and racing thoughts that never left your brain. You grabbed the pale covers and pulled them over your head. You feared that one of the mean guards would punish you if they heard you since at this point your crying was becoming louder. It was to a point where you were hyperventilating.

It’s not that you were emotionless, you just acted. In front of other people you pretended to be normal. But not that it helped from the way you were mute and used a damn book to communicate with. Everyone thought you were even stranger.

Who could even want to associate themselves with a screw up like you? A deep part of you inside was wishing someone would comfort you but as always comfort was one of the main things forbidden. To summarize it, love was forbidden. Not that it was a shocker though.

The clock finally hit 9:00 PM. That’s when night shift would be on patrol. Peter was one of the few orderlies who often took that shift. They would all frequently do checks. But this was something you weren’t aware of. You were far too busy crying to even care. Peter was on shift with one of the other orderlies. He had been wanting to talk to you all day before you were ripped away from him by Papa. Peter couldn’t express his anger towards that old hag.

Before you got punished, Peter and you were having a lovely conversation in the rainbow room. He would usually tell you about his kinship towards black widow spiders. You’d always listen to him because something about him was comforting. Especially his voice. Peter knew almost every aspect of you. But catching you crying caught him off guard.

As Peter made his way down the depressing corridor he could make out just the sound of faint crying. Normally, this is something he wouldn’t care about. But the crying came from your room. You were the only person he actually cared about. The both of you shared a deep connection. You weren’t like the others since you were the only one who was actually born with this gift. Unlike the others who were cheap rip-offs of him. Peter’s heart sank at the thought of you crying.

He didn’t want you to be upset. It honestly shocked him to hear you crying though. Usually you were the most reserved person ever. A smile never on your face, your eyes no longer magnetic and now empty. Lacking empathy 24/7. Never enthusiastic or interested in anything at all. You were also very insecure which is something he never understood. Peter always thought you were gorgeously exotic.

Peter knew the risk he was about to take, he knew he would get in trouble (lots of trouble) for this but he didn’t give a damn anymore. It honestly wouldn’t matter in the future anyway because he was going to kill everyone in this lab. As soon as he did, that’s when you two would finally escape together. Peter would provide you with the love you deserved. He only liked being your caretaker not anyone else’s. He only wanted you to talk to him and him alone.

“(Y/n), may you please let me in?” Peter asked after knocking on your door.

Your heart suddenly dropped, he knew you had been crying. You felt bad for not letting him in but why should you? All the orderlies torture you so what if he was like them? You wouldn’t even be surprised. Whenever something good happened something bad always lurked around the corner.

When you didn’t answer, Peter took it upon himself to let himself in by force. So he pulled out his key card to open the door. All orderlies had access to the patients rooms. They could let themselves in whenever they pleased. Giving you yet another reason to be afraid.

When you heard the door swing open you remained hidden under the covers. But Peter was no fool. He was able to make out the outline of your figure that was hidden under the blanket. He let out a brief sigh but it wasn’t one of those sighs out of annoyance. As he approached you, your heart pounded out your chest. The rising fear that he was going to harm you like everyone else in this hellhole. You wished you weren’t so scared.

Peter sat on the edge of your bed right next to your hidden body. Without trying to startle you he pulled the blanket off your head but as if on command, you subconsciously jumped and snatched the blanket from out his grasp. Peter held his hands up in surrender and indicated that he meant no harm. He only wanted to know what was wrong with you. He did truly care, no lying intended.

“Hey, hey, sweetness. I’m not going to hurt you..” Peter gently reassured, with another attempt to remove the blanket that was over your head.

His heart sank when he saw your tears, your glossy eyes, and puffy pink lips. Peter frowned at the sight of it. You pulled your gaze away from him and faced the other side of the wall. You felt humiliated. You kept the other part of the blanket over your body. Not wanting to show your fresh injuries. He’d most likely interrogate you if he saw them.

“Do you mind telling me what’s wrong? I promise it’ll only stay between the two of us.” The orderly soothed, while gently running his slender fingers through your hair. He then cupped his hand under your chin so that you’d meet his gaze. His fingers brushed off your tears the more they cascaded down your face.

Peter probably wouldn’t believe you but it didn’t hurt to try. With the blanket still wrapped around you, you hastily reached for your notebook and pencil and began to write. Peter watched you closely while you were in the process of writing.

“Papa hurt me because i’m always so quiet.” Is what you had wrote down. Peter analyzed it closely, understanding every word. The anger he felt couldn’t even be described. If he didn’t have that soteria implanted in his neck none of this would be happening. He couldn’t wait to escape with you.

“What did he do to you?” Peter asked next, wanting to know what type of injuries you had. At first you hesitated but at the end went with it. You slipped off the blankets that were over your body and showed him your injuries. His icy gaze went wide while looking at this.

You felt more tears welling up in your eyes as it ached to fight them back. For some reason when someone comforted you it made you cry even more. You let out small sobs as you begun to cry again but Peter was quick to react.

“Hey.. come here, doll.” Peter gave his lap two firm pats. Beckoning for you come over. You gave into your instincts and crawled into his lap. Your arms draped around his torso while his hands snaked around your waist to pull you all the way up into his lap. You sobbed into his chest as he whispered nothing but sweet praises into your ear. An attempt to calm you down.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re doing so good for me, darling. I promise we’ll get out of here one day. Just the two of us.” He continued to soothe you. Peter removed one hand from your waist so that he could gently caress your hair. His shirt felt so soft against your face, your tears did leave a damp spot on his white uniform though. Hopefully he doesn’t kill you for that. You then felt Peter place a long kiss on top of your head. Your body shuddered in response.

You wondered what this feeling was. Something about the way Peter comforted you didn’t feel like it was in a friendly way. More of a romantic way?But love was a word you never fully understood. All you knew is that it ended in heartbreak.

You remember Peter once explained to you how Papa was overly strict with him too. This led you to overthink. He was risking his life for you and you hated it. Peter shouldn’t risk this for you. The amount of guilt you’d feel afterwards if you ever got him in trouble. Without warning, you squirmed away from his embrace. Peter furrowed an eyebrow at you, he didn’t like that you pulled away from him.

“Honey, what was that for? Why’d you pull away?” He inquired, worry residing his raspy voice. His conflicted gaze fixated on you.

You just shook yourself and wrote something inside your notebook again. The only thing that could be heard was the ongoing scribbling from your dull pencil.

“Why are you doing this? You’ll get in trouble. I’m not worth your time. I don’t want you in trouble.” The paper read, Peter examined it once more and only hummed in response. A hum that told you he disagreed with your statement.

“Oh, sweetheart.. you do know i’m already well aware of that? I know what i’m risking. I’m choosing to do it. I don’t care what happens to me.” Peter stated matter of factly. You only shook your head, you still felt guilty.

Peter only chuckled in response and shuffled his body closer to yours, “Now how about you let me hold you? What type of caretaker would that make me if i left you alone in a state like this?”

To be blunt, you wanted him to comfort you. Actually no, you needed it. But you still didn’t want him to get in trouble.

Now your stubbornness was coming out, you huffed in response and plopped back down onto the bed. Curling up into a ball. Peter only rolled his eyes and crawled into bed next to you. He lied next to you and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Why are you being so stubborn, hm?” He asked with a little hum. You felt so small under his intense staring. He tucked a stand of hair behind your ear.

Peter knew how hard communication was for you. But that didn’t matter because it’s like he could read your thoughts out loud. You and Peter were the complete opposite in a way. He’s stronger, more clever and persistent. While you were vulnerable and could crack at any given second. 

You just felt like crying again, you did anything in your power to avoid direct eye contact with him. Peter didn’t like that so much. He wanted to make sure he had your full attention.

“Look at me,” Peter suddenly demanded, but his voice remained soft. He could never be upset with you. He did however want your attention.

He got your attention by guiding your face back to his so that you could look right into his eyes. Peter stared longingly into your e/c eyes. Like he was staring right into your very soul. His soft hand stroked your delicate face. Peter was very handsome, it was dark in your room but you were still able to make out his sharp jawline, his soft golden locks, and ocean blue eyes.

“You’re so beautiful..” Peter complimented, your face flushed at his words. You wondered if he could feel your face heating up. The power he had over you was unreal.

Without warning, Peter wrapped his large arms around you and pulled you into his chest. His fingers ventured up so that he could play with your hair once more. As you rested against his chest you could hear his steady heartbeat. The caressing of your hair slowly subsiding your sniffling and lulling you to sleep.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe, at ease, no papa, no more bullying. Peter was your home. You took great solace while being in his embrace. If only this night could last forever. You knew for a fact he would be gone in the morning and it filled you with unwanted dread. But work must come first. Oh how you just despised the cycle of life.

“I promise i won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” Was the last thing Peter whispered in your ear before you finally drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t a lie that Peter loved you. He’d do anything in his power to protect you. He was going to love you no matter what. Even if you refused to reveal your voice to him. Peter would find out what you sounded like sooner or later. For now he cherished this one spectacular moment of you sleeping peacefully in his arms.

There was no need to worry about pain anymore because this would all be over soon. Peter would make sure of it. And that is a promise he made to you and only you.

(a/n: hi! this is my first time writing on tumblr so please be nice! if y’all have any suggestions or requests i’d love to hear them! i hope you enjoyed this story. i’m sorry if my english is bad btw!)

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #x reader #mute reader #dark fanfiction #comfort #stranger things fluff #peter ballard #vecna stranger things #vecna x y/n #henry creel #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x y/n #henry creel x you #peter ballard x y/n #st 001 #001 x reader #hawkins lab #001 x fem!reader #001 x you #angst #stranger things x reader #fanfiction #writing

[gltzpzy]

omg (click more if u down bad for dbf peter n miguel ……. like really down bad…….. it’s 🌽 related if u catch my drift. i warned u.)

SOOO… i downloaded twt again bc i was bored n someone on here posted plinks of joel n i wanted to watch them in the app rather ukno?

then i was scrolling thru vids not really looking for anything AND BRO…… I JUST SAW A VIDEO THATS LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE DBF MIG & PETER (minus body hair on miguel, they’re lucky or else i would’ve squirted everywhere😒)

the audio is ASS and my friend were making fun of their moans lol but the VISUALS….. BROOOO…….. SOMEONE PUT ME DOWN

#thirsting (>﹏<) #dbf!miguel #dbf!peter #mmmnnnnnghhhhh #who wants the link #idek what their moans were #ugly af so put it on mute if i do post a pink😭😭

[tinas1469]

Entertainment Tonight: This video is on replay. Zendaya and Tom Holland were briefly caught on camera nailing Beyonce’s ‘Everybody on Mute’ challenge.

#entertainment tonight #beyonce #Tom Holland #Zendaya #Mute Challenge #tomdaya #renaissance world tour #spider man #peter parker #euphoria #Rue

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Roier's taking such genuinely GORGEOUS artistic photos of Jaiden and Bobby, meanwhile Jaiden's doing her best to take photos of Roier and Bobby but she only just learned how to zoom LMAO...

Edit: Ok Jaiden just redeemed herself, this is lovely

#i talk #qsmp talk #it's like that one meme where it's like #''candid pictures I take of my partner vs. candid pictures my partner takes of me :/'' #He really is Peter Parker I adore him #I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SOBS... #I didn't realize just how much I adored them til I saw them both go live and immediately muted Wil #sorry wil #drawing ideas #I WANNA DRAW ALL OF THESE

[fic-recommendations1]

A Sky Full of Stars

By OllieCollie

I possibly have tetanus so Ive got one of my favourite fics from my downloads

I probs won't update much but I'll try because not only do I probs have tetanus I've got a real life book sun and the star given to my by my friend

So have a great day or night

#fic recommendations #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #spiderman #ao3 #mute #mute peter parker #tetanus #i probably gonna die #i got tetanus #iron man is tired #iron dad #iron man #tony actiting as peters dad #peter parker

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

WIP Wendesday

The very second he reached the roof, he collapsed onto his back and panted towards the sky. His ankle was throbbing with vengeance. He wondered if any of the trackers in the suit were capable of discerning the injury.

“Peter, you appear to be in need of medical attention. I’ve detected several contusions and a minor tear to your right anterior talofibular ligament.”

It didn’t feel like a minor thing. But the declaration had certainly answered his question. More than likely, Tony and Pepper would be receiving a similar report. He could already picture them completely flipping out. The worst part was, he hadn’t even managed to hurt himself in any kind of a cool or heroic manner. He’d just- clumsily twisted his ankle. And if that wasn’t embarrassing he wasn’t sure what was. He was just starting to consider if it was worth lying when a text popped up on his HUD.

‘How bad is it?’

#wip wednesday #a leg to stand on #fostering hope series #mute peter parker #foster child peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #pepper potts #happy hogan #irondad and spiderson #spider-man #iron man #mcu

[underoos-shield]

without a word xxv

summary: peter’s girl is finally home from her trip and pays him a visit. he’s happy to see her, but also has an important question to ask her

warning: fluff/angst

A/N: hi lovlies. it’s been a year since posting the last chapter. but im back!!!

< 24

y/n kept her promise when she told peter she would be home soon. to help stay connected she sent him cute “vlogs” while she was away. he would ask for her to send pictures and of course she would send them. She was so beautiful. he would never get tired of looking at her.

peter passed the time by catching up on reading, hanging with ned and mj, cleaning his room for when she gets back… he was so excited to see her again, even though it had only been a few days. her plane would be landing soon and by tonight she would be in his arms again. he couldn’t wait. he missed the smell of her hair, her soft skin, warm eyes as she gazed lovingly at him…he missed all of her. 

peter still had ned’s questions in the back of his mind, but he buried them for now. he didn’t want their first conversation to be about the future. he just wanted to hold her, love her and make up for lost time. before the boy can become too lost in his own thoughts, there’s a light knock on his front door. his heart skips a beat and before he knows it he’s sprinting out of his room. peter has never opened the door so fast. his eyes widen in surprise as his lover is standing on the other side. it’s her. she’s come home early. there’s a shy smile on her face as peter stares at her in shock. she looks tan, happy, and beautiful. just like always. 

“hi, angel”. y/n barely finishes her greeting before peter wraps her in his arms. the boy quickly pulls her into the apartment and cuddles her into his chest. she yelps in surprise and can’t help but laugh at his eagerness. when she’s wrapped up in him he closes the front door and leans into her so much that she’s trapped between the material and him. he takes time hugging her, squeezing her, smelling her intoxicating scent that he loves so much. he sighs and melts into her, happy to finally be holding her again. “hi, sweetheart” she says softly. y/n massages her hands into his curls. it soothes him. she kisses his temple. 

peter becomes greedy and quickly untucks his head from her neck so he can kiss her lips. he sighs once again, holding her even closer to him. he can feel y/n smiling against him. she lightly holds his cheeks as they share a loving kiss. it doesn’t last long though. peter is frantic, kissing her nose, cheeks, eyelids, anywhere, everywhere. he wants as much of her as possible. she’s addicting. 

“baby, wait” she giggles. she softly pushes him back with her hands on his pecs. his pupils are blown out and his chest rises and falls quickly as he catches his breath. his cheeks heat up, realizing how desperate he looked. she strokes his cheek and smiles at him. “i missed you too” she teases. y/n knew peter had been counting down the days since they last saw each other. and to be honest, she was too. of course she had fun on her trip, but what she really wanted was to be in bed with her boy. it didn’t take much for her to be content. just as long as peter was there she was happy. 

“i got you something”. it’s then when peter notices a small plastic bag beside her. she must’ve put it down before he attacked her. y/n carries the bag in one hand while she holds peter’s in the other. she guides them to his room and sits on the bed, placing the bag between them. peter looks between her and the bag, wondering what could be in there. “now i know you didn’t ask for me to bring you back anything, but i just couldn’t help it” she admits excitedly. peter frowns at her. he didn’t want her spending her money on him. she pecks his lips to shush him. “just open it” she pleads. there’s a blush on her cheeks.peter reaches in the bag and hesitantly pulls out a wrapped present. it’s rectangular. its heavy. he gives y/n a puzzled look, wondering what it could be as he tears the brown wrapping paper off of it. peter’s jaw drops as he stares down at an old digital camera. it’s silver with a thick black stripe on the side. it’s beautiful. it’s his. 

“surprise” she whispers sweetly. peter had never been the type to take pictures of himself, but she knew he loved taking pictures of her. she hoped that with his new camera they would have more pictures together. “do you like it?”, she asks. it was a silly question. he didn’t just like it. he loved it. the present was from his girl. for him. peter felt like his heart could burst. he didn’t deserve her. 

“come, let’s test it out”. y/n carries the camera and makes her way over to peter’s dresser. there’s a large mirror in front of it, perfect for taking photos. peter follows her and she motions for him to stand in front of her. he does and crouches so she can rest her chin on his shoulder from behind him. 

“ready?”, she asks. peter nods. she brings the camera up to her eye, making sure they’re centered. “3…2…1” she counts down. before snapping the picture, y/n snakes her free arm around his waist, holding him close to her. peter has a soft smile on his lips as she presses down, capturing the sweet image. 

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peter is back on his bed, laying down as y/n lays on top of him. they’re cuddling, lazily kissing, enjoying each other’s warmth. he’s had a look in his eye since she came back. y/n is blushing under his gaze. 

“what?”, she asks shyly. peter is stroking her cheek with one hand while the other holds her close. there’s a small smile on his lips as he gazes at her. the girl questions him again. “why are you looking at me like that?”.

peter sighs quietly. “i wish i could freeze time”, he signs. her brows furrow at his statement, and she laughs lightly.

“i just got here, i’m not leaving you any time soon”. it’s true. she didn’t plan on going back home until the weekend was over. even though her trip was relaxing, her parents still had a rocky relationship. she didn’t want to be around when they exploded at each other. 

“i know. i just mean in general”. peter didn’t really want to go into depth about it right now. but when she furrows her brows and sits up peter knows he won’t be able to sweep this conversation under the rug. 

“is something wrong, angel?” she questions. peter sighs and sits up against the headboard, facing her. 

“what about the future?”. they had never spoken about their future together. they were enjoying taking things day-by-day. 

y/n shrugs. “what about it?”. of course she had thought about their future together, but she wasn’t sure what peter was implying. was he doubting it? he sighs. peter tries to shake his head and brush it off, but she won’t let him. “hey, tell me what’s on your mind”, she pleads softly. 

there’s a worried look behind his eyes. he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. she had just come back a few hours ago, he didn’t want to start an argument. “baby” she encourages him. 

“what happens after we graduate? what if we go to different schools?” peter signs, unsure if he wants to hear her answers. the worst-case scenario: they would break up because the distance would be too hard to deal with. he had tried to prepare himself for this, but he just couldn’t. 

“what? where is this coming from?” she asks softly. the future scared her too, but she was positive that peter would be in it. she didn’t see a future where peter wouldn’t be standing beside her.

“i just don’t want you to forget about me”. peter looks away. he cringes at how insecure he’s being. y/n thinks the statement is absurd. forget him? her peter? her first love? how could she?

“look at me” y/n whispers. she leans her head down when peter countinues to look away in shame. “peach” she calls to him. peter’s eyes meet hers and she offers him a comforting smile. 

“we’ll apply to the same schools. we’re both smart, i’m sure we’ll be accepted to all the same ones. and if not…” she hesitates for a moment. she doesn’t even want to think about that possibility. “...then we’ll take it from there. but don’t worry about that now, okay?”. peter nods. she’s right. they were only juniors. they still had a year of high school left. who knows what would happen in that time? peter chooses to believe her. 

she rests her forehead against his. “I’m not going anywhere” she promises. peter nudges his forehead against hers, enjoying the feeling of doubt being washed away. “when did you start thinking about this?”. he had never had these anxieties before.

“the other night. ned was asking all these questions and i just got scared”. 

y/n coos at him. “you must really love me, huh?” she teases. peter blushes. of course he does. he has been for a long time now. he was just waiting for the perfect time to say it back to her.

“nothing to be scared about, precious” she tells him. peter doesn’t know how she does it. she manages to make him feel better every time his anxiety gets the best of him.  

“any more doubts you have in that pretty head of yours?”. peter shakes his head. “good”. she leans into him and kisses his burning cheek. peter doesn’t know what he did to get a girlfriend like her. it must’ve been karma giving him a break from his traumatic childhood. he’s not too sure, but he does know one thing. he’s in love with her.

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[5-pp-man]

#sorry this was all i could think of. #persona 3 #junpei iori #persona 3 reload #persona 3 remake #persona 3 leaks #persona leaks #i love the divisive opinions on the new portraits cause some ppl love em and others rlly dont #im one of the haters. sorry. #the more muted colours and darker shading rlly fit the tone of p3 better imo. everythings so saturated n blown out now #tedpost #tedit #i spent the most time on changing the twitter handle lmao #also the og tweet was of peter griffin i want you guys to know that

[milimeters-morales]

in acau year 3, when miles starts to actually make jokes about their relationship and antagonize peter whenever he wants, Peter gets very pissed off very quickly because he’s trying so hard to be better for miles and everyone else, and this kid can’t take a single second to chill out, and then he feels guilty for getting mad when Miles has every reason to be doing this. And because of that, Peter feels guilty and hesitant even lightly scolding Miles (at first) when he’s very clearly in the wrong about something that doesn’t even involve Peter, like for example making offensive “jokes” or sometimes wishing horrible deaths on strangers or people he’s fighting. He knows Miles is just waiting for the other shoe to drop, and trying to quicken the process, but he has to truly prove to Miles that there is no other shoe at all :/ and it’s very fun to slap “Discipline” over it in a sarcastic way

#actual cryptid au #the ‘am i talking too much? did i cross the line line line? i need my role in this very clearly defined’ line???? #LIKE CMON THAT FITS SO WELL! Miles’s mute ass would totally sign some shit like that !! and yes he is crossing lines!!! several!!! #and the ‘role in this’ ohhh peter is regretting calling him an unruly pet now i hope he hates himself #’very clearly defined’ POINTS AT MY ENTIRE ACAU TAG. MILES LITERALLY IS SO FUCKED UP FROM PETER’S FUCK UPS. #miles morales #peter parker #m&m posts #don’t kill me with several evil rays

[spid3r-trans]

reasons i would be a bad spiderman

taskmaster calling: you have 2 minutes to diffuse these bombs

me: who is this. who gave you this number

#and then i would spend 1 minute and 59 seconds trying to mute the phone ring so i don’t die a sensory related death #i hate the challenges in spiderman ps4 just gimme the tokens so i can buy outfits bro #he is literally punishing me for being bad at video games #ruining my peter parker dress up simulator fr #fens fables

[kade-writes]

WAHHHH FALL OUT BOY

Youll sit alone with your headphones over your ears, drowning out the static with his lyrics. You’ll (maybe) read them and cry. You’ll realize that he’s put words to weird and previously indescribable shit. You’ll look at him constantly. You’ll look at him and desperately want what he has, while deep down knowing that what “he has” is really a personal fantasy that could never exist but it’s easier to keep him at a distance than admit that.

Isn’t it messed up?

Now he’s up on stage, 20 feet away, Mouthing those words back to you, wearing a hoodie that you could have found in the back of anyone’s closet. You’ll start crying again. You’ll look at him and see the way he moves, just as excited as you are. But dancing is hard when your preoccupied with trying to find words for another overwhelming feeling that just completely swells every time you are in this situation . You’ll feel like the only person in the entire world (spotlit stage, front and center) while being squished and molded into the pile of bodies that surrounds you. You strangely love it. You’ll stare off. You’ll stop processing the bright lights youll no longer feel like your own. It’ll quiet down. He’ll talk about a heavy gross worry that loiters in your mind. He puts it into words again. You don’t understand how someone that you hold in the way you hold him could be so simple but true. You wont be able to help the salt spilling over your lower eyelids, Because really, what “he has” is similar to what you have too. You’ll see the visual of his eyes plastered up on the top of the stage staring down. You’ll stare back. you’ll subconsciously understand that watching from the outside will never give you the full picture. You’ll starve for everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ll become angry with yourself for hesitating. You’ll connect the face, the person to the writing, mentally refusing to let the poet hide behind his pen. He’s right there. He’s right there. You’ll breathe heavy and try to find some composure only to be interrupted by 3 hand muted guitar strums. Earlier you talked about how hearing this song would “litterally kill you.” Now, you’re hearing it. You’ll scream the lyrics so hard that you want to throw up. You’ll sound like some shitty metal vocalist. Your throat will sting. You wont notice or care. You’ll cry and cry and cry and cry tears that you can’t afford to shed. Look. No really. Look. He’s right there.

They’ll litter the air with pieces of excitement, blocking the sky. Look. He’ll Crawl into the crowd and the sea of people will naturally reach for him because you’re aren’t the only one who is experiencing another feeling that has no words and looking to him for him to give you the words. He’s right in front of your face. He understands how you are somehow without ever knowing you. And hes right there. Look him in the eyes and you’ll watch him look back at you, soaking eachother up in a way that is more than watching. Your fingers will carve into the air in front of you as you become increasingly desperate to prove the importance of this moment to him and everyone around you. This is one of the things he couldn’t possibly comprehend the way you do. You’ll feel his palm against yours and you’ll smile with every tooth in your mouth and he will too. The connection between your hands will surface the only clear thought you’ve had all night. Him and what he has isnt far from you. Hes right there. He understands you, and you understand him. He’s right here and you are too.

#fall out boy #pete wentz #fob #SORRY FOR BEING SILLY I NEEDED TO POUR THIS OUT #writeblr #fob Denver #fob smfs #fobposting #peter kingston lewis wentz III #im also Talking about bang the doldrums in the part with the muted guitar strums

[courfee]

It sucks that snily is such a terrible ship cause a Dr Horrible's sing along Blog AU with Snape as Dr Horrible, Lily as Penny and James as captain Hammer is right there

#Like ir just fits far too well #Which sucks cause i love dr horrible and hate snily #But also brand new day is suvh a peter song #Every. Single. Part of it. #HP #marauders #I cant tag this as snily cause i dont want it to be in their tag searxh results thatd be a dick move #So sorry for everyonr who has snily muted ill let you suffer here #I need a tag for general ramblings