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Bestie! I love your quicksilver fics! You have filled my heart with joy with each one!! ❤️❤️

aaah thank you so much!! that’s so sweet!! ❤️

#peter maximoff fanfic #quicksilver x reader #xmen fanfic #peter maximoff x y/n #i didn’t know you can format on mobile now omg #anyway thank u!!! i meant to write yesterday but got distracted and watched ant man #today will be the day #answered ask

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reblog this if you’re a fanfic writer & your motivation to write actually increases when readers actually show interest & give you feedback. even just a reblog or a little comment here and there

#this!!!

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Drabble Challenge!

Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!! 

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!!

#more please #when i get home i wanna WRITE

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do you have any headcanons about how peter and the reader bonded when she first came to xavier's school? will we get to see more of that? :)

okay but YES:

charles asks peter to show you around the school because you're both similar ages, jean is in classes all day, and although peter doesn't stay at the mansion, he knows it like the back of his hand already.

charles also thinks you BOTH need friends. he's literally matchmaking platonically.

things between you both are awkward as he shows you around. you're still settling in and peter doesn't know you yet, but you ask him where the nearest arcade is and that's when you find out you both hold a conversation really easily. peter has nothing else to do, so he shows you around town and you two even play a game or two at the arcade.

while spending time with him, you grow less tense. you actually smile for the first time in a while. you typically take a little while to open up to anyone, but peter's high energy fast tracks this. you're kind of terrified of how fast you're growing to like him, especially since you already find him attractive.

you eventually befriend scott, jean, kurt and jubilee too, but it's nothing in comparison to the friendship you have with peter. you seem very similar and very different all at once.

just as you think you understand something about peter, like how he seems to cover up any potential sadness with humour and never seems serious, he changes it up on you. he's confusing and it both irritates and fascinates you. example: he'll be funny with you one moment and then serious when you open up. jokes turn to 'oh, shit, i'm sorry' in a solemn tone. it's a quick back and forth of emotional states.

despite the fact that you often wonder if he's out of your league, you can't make yourself stop wondering whether he might be feeling the same things you are... like something is building between the both of you. jokes on you, because he doesn't wonder whether you're out of his league—he knows you are.

the two of you aren't usually the ones to spend every day hanging out with someone. peter usually spends his time alone in his basement (not out of choice), and you like to spend your time on your own (that is, in fact, a choice). even so, you seem to be hanging out with one another a lot.

he opens up to you and it makes you feel like he trusts you.

he's the first person you open up to about what happened with your father back in england. the accident. the reason you came here.

after that deep discussion, things between you are different. it's like there's a tension between you both, and it's something unsaid: you care about each other. a lot.

peter can't ever seem to keep still, and one day when he stretches out across the floor of your dorm, you follow him to the floor. you rest your head on his chest, your heart beating like mad, and he wraps an arm around you. you've never been held like that before. you're both silent as you wonder whether this is something 'just friends' do.

over the weeks that you spend in one another's presence, people at the mansion seems to pick up on the fact that there's something blossoming between you two. everyone seems to notice it but yourselves.

your first unofficial date that isn't a date is him sneaking you both into the movies. at the end, it's pouring down with rain, but you ask him not to speed you both home as rain is your favourite weather. you can feel the energy building in you as you both make your way back to peter's house.

by the time you get home you're both drenched and he gives you a spare t-shirt and shorts to wear. it's late and peter gives you the bed.

his mom finds you there in the morning when she comes down to do the laundry and gives peter a warning look; she thinks you two had sex. embarrassed, you leave soon after. but that night when peter smells you on his sheets, he knows he has to ask you out.

he asks various people for advice before he asks you, all with varying information. in the end, he decides an arcade date is best... right back where you started. dinner after is an option, but this would feel natural for the both of you.

you don't hesitate to respond when he asks you out, and you think you probably should've taken longer to say yes.

#peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #quicksilver x oc #quicksilver x you #xmen imagine #xmen fanfic #i'll also write more of this/expand more on this in the future! #peter x reader headcanon

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“aw you remembered!” bitch i’m in love with you of course i remembered

#peter maximoff energy

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16 with Scott Summers?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: scott summers, reader 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 646 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+, peter x reader implied 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: y/n is known by the mutant name “scribe” and is charles xavier’s niece.

Scott says this to you across the kitchen counter, and you roll your eyes.

"Is your reaction to everything, Scott,” you murmur, whisking together a bowl of brownie mix, “‘I'll kick their arse'?"

Scott retorts, "I don't say that about everything."

"You threatened to kick a pigeon's arse the other day."

Scott looks to the side as if recalling the memory. “Mm. Yeah. I see your point.”

You grin at him. "I don't think you could kick Peter's arse either way.”

Scott’s mouth falls slack, and it’s as if you’ve said the worst thing imaginable to him. You don’t pretend to understand Scott and Peter’s rivalry; they’re so different and yet Scott loves to rile him up. You don’t even think Scott dislikes Peter, instead seeing him as merely an easy target. He’s the same with Kurt, only he does it less often. Probably because he feels bad for targeting somebody so naive.

You, on the other hand… well. The fact that you’re in the kitchen, baking brownies at three am, says it all. Somehow, despite Scott’s tendency to pick on everybody apart from Jean, you’ve managed to bond.

Scott retorts, “You don't think I could beat Peter in a fight? Peter, of all people?"

“Scott, he literally has super-speed.”

“Without the speedy part, I mean. Like, fists.”

You raise your brows. “Have you thrown a punch? Like, ever? In your entire life?”

Scott opens his mouth to protest, but he stammers. You already know the answer. “I’ve definitely thrown a punch.”

You laugh as you begin to transfer the brownie mix from the bowl to the pan. “Okay, Summers.”

Scott groans as he takes a seat on the stools facing the counter. “I just…” he shakes his head, “I don’t get why you like him so much.”

You let out a laugh, cheeks flushing red. “Jealous, Scott?”

Scott blinks at you. “What? Me? Of Maximoff?” He scoffs. “No.”

You flash a look that reveals that you don’t entirely believe him, your attention averting to the brownie mix below you. “I don’t think you dislike him as much as you pretend to.”

Scott is silent for a minute, which you don’t expect, until— “I don’t dislike him.”

“Then what?”

“He’s just so…”

“So?”

“Carefree.”

Scott’s hands splay to look at his open palms as he continues, “I’ve never been like that. I don’t know how he does it.”

As you look across at him, you think that you get it now. Scott doesn’t exactly bully Peter, but what he does do is bug him because he’s jealous. Is it the confidence he has? You get the sneaking suspicion that while beneath Peter’s cool exterior there’s a lot of pain and longing, under Scott’s cocky exterior, there’s…

Anxiety. And insecurity. And a whole lot left to unravel.

Softly, after a gentle sort of silence has lingered between you for a while, you ask, “You know people here love you, right?”

Scott frowns up at you, his shoulders shifting uncomfortably. “Don’t say that.”

You raise your brows slightly as you look away, beginning to scrape the remaining contents of the bowl into the pan with a spoon. “Alright.”

Silence lingers once more—it’s comfortable but heavy, like a barrier hasn’t been breached but some unspoken words are hanging within it. Scott waits until the brownies are in the oven and the bowl has been put in the sink before he speaks again, the two of you watching the mix slowly begin to transform under the heat within.

“Thanks, Scribe,” he murmurs, stood quietly next to you.

You flash him a soft smile as your arm brushes against his, and you think you’re quite lucky to be able to see this side of Scott—this part of himself that he hides from everybody else.

Scott summers trusts you, and you know you’d never do anything to breach it.

#scott summers #xmen imagine #scott summers imagine #cyclops imagine #xmen fanfiction #i feel like scott hides a lot of inner emotions which present externally (when younger) as rage or cockiness #he comes out of his shell when he's surrounded by his friends and shows how rebellious he can be #also i headcanon scott summers as autistic #i love him so much #scribe x misc characters prompts

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Are you going to write anything other then the scribe reader? IS it a series

do you mean reader x other characters or peter x reader that isn't scribe? scribe will always feature in my peter x reader fics as that's the oc i've built up. i have a non ship related thing in the drafts including scott summers though. if you send in reader x other character requests i may do those if i have the inspo!

#i can't tell if this is angry or not and it's making me nervous #i'm autistic and x-men (peter in particular) is who i'm hyperfocused on rn sorry #answered ask

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my best friend said peter maximoff probably thinks the height of porn is the pizza man ones where the girl has no money to pay the pizza delivery guy and i hate that she's right

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff headcanon #peter maximoff fanfic #quicksilver #quicksilver headcanon #i also might be planning on writing some smut regarding that but you didn't hear it from me

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍: peter maximoff ( x-men ) 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: peter maximoff x reader

peter maximoff is the sober friend at parties.

he doesn't like to drink because it slows him down too much. scribe is introverted so she'll hardly drink without a reason to, but when it comes to social gatherings, she won't hesitate to have a few glasses of wine. she loses all sense of self doubt and becomes exceptionally confident, which means that she won't hesitate to fight anyone who tests her or her friends—and this is, of course, something which peter doesn't particularly want her to do.

in fact, most of a night in which scribe and the x-men are drinking would likely consist of peter being the 'sober friend', i.e. making sure his friends don't get hurt; that they don't make dumb decisions; that scribe doesn't either embarrass herself or injure herself or try to fight a dog that's looking at her weirdly, of all things; that scott doesn't impulsively take his glasses of with the promise of no, guys, look, i can control it, see look, and then he can't control it and he sears another tree in half.

peter doesn't mind being the sober friend, either. he gets to see kurt, beaming and purple-cheeked, as he teaches all their friends german words and phrases (albeit while slurring his words); he gets to see jean actually let loose; he gets to see jubilee come out of her shell; he gets to spend time with his friends; take care of his girl; make sure no creeps are picking on her at the bar...

oh, and seeing scott summers drunk? remembering scott summer drunk? being able to use that as blackmail and tease him about it the next day—or, realistically, for the rest of the week?

worth it. worth it every time.

#peter maximoff headcanon #quicksilver headcanon #peter maximoff fanfic #xmen imagine #xmen headcanon #peter x reader headcanon #if you don't think he'd hold your hair back if you had to throw up you're wrong #he'd call you and the act itself gross after but he'd make you laugh and you'd feel so much better

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godspeed…

#i've felt kind of down for the past few days so if y'all want to send me peter x reader headcanons or requests pls do #or just ask me what i'd think peter would do in certain scenarios #i need distractions lol #art

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Scott: how long are we going to stand here and let him do that??

Jean: just give him a minute

Peter: *pushing a door that clearly says pull*

#yeah

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I really hope I’m not overwhelming you but I think it’s got a cute opportunity. “Can I do your hair?” with Peter?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: peter maximoff x reader 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: “can i do your hair?” 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 940 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+, fluff, peter and reader are early to mid twenties, british reader 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: y/n is known by the mutant name “scribe” and is charles xavier’s niece.

Sometimes, you think it’d be easier if you were bald. Like Charles.

Your hair is a great source of irritation when it doesn’t go the way you plan. Truthfully, you know very little about hair: you know how to make sleeping in rollers somewhat bearable and you know how to Dutch braid it, but that’s about it. You thought it would be fun to try something new today, something glamorous like the models in the magazines, but it’s not going well at all. Is it the hairdryer? Is it the brush you’re using? Is it the way you’re twisting your hand? You don’t know, and it’s driving you insane.

“Bloody hell,” you grumble, one hand wrapped around the handle of the round brush while you position the hairdryer at the right spot again. “How hard is it to make a curl?”

Peter, laid back on your bed in his leathers and band tee, asks, “Why don’t you—”

The hairdryer whirrs to life again, a loud, obnoxious sound that’s getting on your nerves by now. You can’t hear him over the noise of it. “Huh?”

You squint at him across the room; all that lies between your full length mirror and your bed, pressed against the wall, is the trunk you brought with you to school. Peter has been watching you try to do this for a while now, your frustrations rising, and you’ve only got fifteen minutes left until you’re due to hang out with Jean, Scott, Kurt and Jubilee.

The speedster shakes his head dismissively. He turns to the side and watches you twist the brush in your hand, leave the hairdryer to heat it up, and then when you pull it away—

Limp. It’s flat and downright awful, and your face is going red at the sight of it.

Your fingers clench in irritation as you set the brush down. Peter’s laugh rings out across the room to you. It’s a sound that usually sparks amusement, but right now it sparks vexation.

“It’s not funny!” You fire back at him, frustration evident in your tone.

Peter, however, thinks otherwise. “It’s pretty funny. You’ll laugh about it in a few days’ time.”

You growl in frustration. “Not if I can’t do this bloody hairstyle,” you respond. You throw your hands in the air and bring one to tug at your hair, as if to prove your point. “I might say to hell with it and get a perm.”

Peter’s laugh is filled with amusement, louder than before, as he stands from the bed. “Wanda did that and she came out looking like a grandma. Wouldn’t recommend it.”

You jut your chin upwards defensively. “It’s in fashion right now. It’s the 80’s.”

“It definitely didn’t look in fashion on my sister. I teased her about it for weeks.”

You shake your head. You turn to look back at yourself in the mirror, sighing. “What would you recommend, huh? Hair Stylist Maximoff?”

Peter’s brows rise as he takes a few slow steps across the room towards you. “Can I do your hair?”

You frown at him. Your mother used to try to help you when you got like this, except she’d never be able to do it either and you’d just both end up frustrated. You turn back to him, suddenly feeling a little defeated, and sigh at your reflection in the mirror. “What do you know about hair?”

Peter appears behind you at superspeed and places his hands on your shoulders. “You think I go to the little old lady salon and walk in and ask for silver hair? Please. I do this crap myself.”

Peter reaches up to run his fingers through your hair, and you close your eyes at the feeling. His touch is comforting. Teasingly, you ask, “Do you curl it too?”

You open your eyes to see Peter shrug. “Nah,” he answers softly. His gaze follows his fingers as they rake gently through your hair. “But Wanda asks me to get the back for her sometimes.”

You raise your brows. “Really?”

Peter nods. “Dinner on me if I screw it up?”

Your lips quirk up in a small smile. “Deal.”

Peter grins at you, and then in a flash, he’s speeding around the room. You can’t see what he grabs, but you know the rough location of everything he might be grabbing—hairspray, the brush, the hairdryer…

And when he’s done, you’re choking from the amount of hairspray lingering around you. Genuinely choking. Your throat feels like it might give up from the fumes, but when you’ve finally stopped, when your eyes stop watering enough to see—

“Oh my god.”

You look good. Exactly like the models in the magazines. Your curls are voluminous, bouncy, and it compliments the natural makeup on your face almost as if you woke up looking like this. You can’t help but gape at the sight of yourself in the mirror, and you catch the sight of Peter’s grinning mouth as he watches the recognition flash in your eyes.

“Peter,” you breathe, “never mind the X-Men. You need to get a job in a salon.”

Peter laughs. “Personal stylist for the X-Men? I’ve got some good ideas for what I’d like to do to Scott.”

You let out a laugh, your fingers twisting through the ends of your hair. Oh, it’s perfect. “Personal stylist for me, at the very least.”

Peter grins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “Glad you like it, Y/N.”

“Like it? I love it.”

“Good. Now can we please get going?” Peter begs, giving your shoulders a squeeze. “If I don’t get food soon I think I’ll combust.”

#peter maximoff fanfic #quicksilver fanfic #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff fanfiction #quicksilver imagine #i loved this one! #peter x reader prompts

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I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what exactly are Scribe’s powers? How did you come up with her name?

i absolutely don't mind! i love questions like this, and it's a valid one since her powers haven't been fully fleshed out yet. i hope you guys don't mind that the reader in my fics has a fleshed out backstory, personality and powers either.

a scribe is defined as follows:

a writer or journalist.

a public clerk or secretary, especially in ancient times.

a professional copyist of manuscripts and documents.

in verb form:

to write or inscribe.

to mark with a scriber.

scribe's name comes from her ability to change her body and abilities through writing. i'll list all her powers below:

atomic manipulation: scribe can change herself in any way she wants i.e give herself another mutant’s powers, but she has done this through writing for so long that she struggles to do it with a mere thought. if she does this for extended periods of time she won’t be able to use her energy powers. little spoiler for the future: when she becomes one of the x-men, hank will make her something to help with this in the same way that he made scott summers his glasses.

energy manipulation: she can lift things with her energy and can fire energy blasts. while you might think this is similar to wanda's powers, they're less ball-shaped and more raw in shape and form. her mind always knows how much force to use and how powerful to make these blasts. they scorch the skin on impact.

portals: she can open portals to other dimensions. all she needs to do is think of what and where she wants and she can summon a portal to it. smaller ones are easier; larger ones drain her power very quickly.

shielding: this power stems from charles xavier & her father since they're twins (i took this from the og movies where he magically has a brain-dead twin brother haha). nobody can hear her thoughts. she can extend this shield to a person or group of people i.e. the x-men she's fighting with, but doing this for other people drains her energy. if she truly focused then she could access telepathy, but that's not something she wants to do.

i hope that answered your question and if you have any more then please do ask and i'll be happy to answer!

#peter maximoff fanfic #xmen fanfic #xmen imagine #quicksilver imagine #peter maximoff x you #answered ask #about scribe

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X-Men: Apocalypse

I know you think you’ve lost everything. But you haven’t. You have me. You have Charles. You have more family than you know. You never had the chance to save your family before. But you do now. That’s what I’ve come here to tell you. And you?

#no but an edit on tiktok of this scene is to blame for my last peter x reader fic

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Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

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[quicksilverrwrites]

out of interest if peter maximoff had full control of what he named his son, what do you think he'd pick

#peter maximoff headcanons #peter maximoff fanfic #quicksilver fanfic #peter maximoff fanfiction #my sim is pregnant with his twins #they've settled on audrey for the girl but they're stuck on the boy #i just KNOW peter would wait until y/n has picked the name for the girl and then he's like since you picked the girl i want the boy #and he goes with something like rodolphus astrazenica magnajitus maximoff or something #i feel like he'd mess y/n around and pretend that's what he wants for weeks before he settles on a proper name #pls help me pick one besties? #billy and tommy are his nephews in this save too so anything that matches that would be a great ole idea

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