#ralph bohner

[sentrysvoid]

Agatha All Along | Familiar By Thy Side (1.06) Wandavision | All-New Halloween Spooktacular! (1.06)

[bohnerrific69]

julian dillinger the man you are... 🫦

[my-ny]

Agatha Harkness + text posts pt. 2/?

[medusas-daughter]

it's so funny how all of Westview sees Wanda as the ultimate villain evil witch and Agatha as the defeated hero who tried to stand up to her and paid the price with three years of her life while Ralph just sees them both as equally batshit crazy witches who both ruined his life in different but just as fucked up ways

[whatcruelworldisthis]

imagine this: peter is prone to being a bit dramatic, so whenever you do something for him/something cute (like make him coffee or laugh at his dumb jokes), he’ll drop to one knee dramatically with “marry me right now”. it’s a joke, so obviously there’s no ring, he’s just holding up whatever’s in his hand (controller, spoon, twinkie). but bam, suddenly he’s holding up a stolen ring for you.

I LOVE THIS WITH ALL MY HEART

sorry, I did change it so he paid for the ring :) it just sat right with me better (I ain't no narc, marriage is just so big). hope y'all like it! it's kinda silly but very sweet

Warnings: cursing, sex occurs?

Word count: about 1.1k

<3

Thud.

"Marry me now," Peter demanded softly, with a fresh red ring pop pressed between his two fingers, and an earnest sparkle in his eyes.

Your face fell a little, and you swatted him. "You just now scared the shit out of me, Peter!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, smiling at the ground as he stood up. "The look on your face, though..."

You swatted him again, already softening up. "You can't do that kinda thing. I'm something of a romantic, remember?" You took the ring from his hands and fit it onto your middle finger.

He ruffled his hair, "Okay, okay." He smiled playfully and slid his blue ring pop on. He paused, looking up at you.

"You tryna make purple?"

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"Meatballs or chicke-"

"Peter. What are you doing?" You smiled down at your man, pausing your stirring. His eyes were shut dramatically as he presented to you his wooden taste-testing spoon he'd been using on your marinara. He wiped away a ghost of a tear, "No one's ever made me pasta before."

You laughed and pulled him up by both his hands into a kiss. "It won't be the last time, baby."

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One rainy night, he'd be on you, moving slowly under the covers while you whispered out how you loved him; how he made you feel. Flushed, he'd whisper back, "I'm gonna marry you."

You smiled softly to yourself with eyes shut, suppressing your noises. "Are you now?"

He laughed a little, "Yeah, a real ring." He'd hide his face in your shoulder as if he'd given away something embarrassing.

"You gonna steal it?"

He shook his head and chuckled, failing any specificity.

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It became a regular thing. Like a saying or joke you would adopt that people would begin to see as just a 'you thing.' It was a 'Peter thing'. You could get him coffee, or even make his bed, and he would propose with whatever he had in his hands. It got so out of hand that you laughed at his joke one time (as you do), and he got down on one knee to present to you his obligatory twinkie. The ritual had you questioning if men ovulated.

"You're making me think you're never gonna do it for real."

He quirked his head up, "Do what?" He knew what you meant.

"Nothing."

Really, he was saving up.

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He took you out (as one does), maybe out to NYC in the blink of an eye (as he does). He brought you for burgers at the place that was both of your favorites. And when you guys walked around downtown, he shared his headphones and chose extra songs that reminded him of you. He wasn't a candlelit dinner kind of guy. But candles and roses clearly weren't necessary to make life romantic. Peter was the one to show you that.

God, he was impulsive.

But he was deeply sincere in a way—not in a way, he just was. Who else would stop time and then...

Then what?

You barely blinked, and your love had assumed his favorite position again. Wind blew around him, red-brown leaves falling at your feet, and you saw something had changed.

He usually only did this when you performed some slightly compassionate girlfriend gesture, but last time you checked, you had been walking in silence. "Baby..?"

Ironically, surrounding you were many lit candles and roses, but the real signs were laid right in front of you (or knelt). And you had an aching excitement in your gut that it was real this time. He fidgeted with the little box he held to you. Your eyes focused on a shiny little ring, and you lit up.

“Okay, so, um… I’m not really great at slow, serious stuff. But you make me wanna try," he started, chocolate-colored eyes earnest and trying their best to fix on yours. With the kind of girl you are, you would've fallen to the ground in melodrama, but this was the moment you had been waiting for. You were the serious one in the relationship after all.

"You’re the only person who makes the world feel like it’s going at the right speed. So, what do you say? Wanna do forever with me?” He met your eyes, and your heartbeat was in your head. Every day, you knew you had found something special. Something rare you wouldn't let go of for anything. Waking up to a bright head of silver in your arms, in your bed, or opening your door to such a ray of sunshine that can bring your momentarily dimmed light back to a rainbow he can coexist with. Despite all of this though, it was in this moment that the light, but so weighted promise of his gesture made you truly believe you had fallen. Plummeted, even.

You screamed, "Yes!!" And pulled him up, hugging him, holding his hands while he struggled to finally place the ring on your finger in your fit of excitement. He laughed out a cute yay, letting you do whatever your happiness had possessed you to do (like fuck with his hair and kiss his face excessively).

He acted on an idea, taking your hand and zooming you through the autumn breeze to a nice rooftop. Some quiet, pretty time was what you needed. Where you and he could really slow down. He gave you a couple of nice kisses, then pecked your newly decorated hand.

“You’ve got lipstick on your face,” you mumbled, gently touching it.

He laughed to himself, looking down at your joined hands. “Good, now is the time for that.” You both giggled and kissed some more, celebrating your new discovery.

You didn’t like the word ‘whipped,’ but you certainly brought out something in Peter that he never had before you. For example, the jewelry shop receipt you had found lying around certainly was the first receipt you’d ever seen on his end. But he undoubtedly brought out the best in you, too. You were like a ticking time bomb full of love, just waiting to shower someone with the whole of it. When he came, your irritable, melancholic days were happily over, and you finally had your ball of energy who matched your crazy. Your old self would’ve hated to have admitted it, but this man really made life worth living. And past all the chaos he had to offer, you were impatient to explore your new life with him.

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Who knew Quicksilver was the settle-down type?

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[dailymarvelstudios]

Agatha All Along 1x06 "Familiar by Thy Side"

[stevenrogered]

What happened to them? Who knows? I mean, Wanda's dead. Word on the street is S.W.O.R.D. used Vision for parts. And the twins...they just disappeared.

[swattingredwing]

ALSO, never in a million years would I have thought I was going to be excited about a Ralph Bohner cameo!!!! I screamed