I Fear Ive Got Wolverine Brainrot

i fear i’ve got wolverine brainrot

(he’s so yummy)

creds: niyussy on tiktok

he’s got a face that makes you wanna moan out loud

Face card here was crazy

they bring me so much comfort i cannot put into words ☹️☹️

dreams of tomato soup

— pairing: poly!marauders x gn!reader

— a/n: inspired by a conversation i had with my sister who sleep talks sometimes, i'm pretty sure she has a recipe deep down her brain

— warning: nothing, nothing, this is pure fluff

"I hear you talking in your sleep." Sirius' voice wakes you up from slumber, your eyes flutter open still heavy from sleep, in a way that has you barely registering his words.

"I don't." You mumble back at him, squeezing your eyes at the light that peeks through your curtains, shining just above your pupils. You should get blinds that close properly, you think.

"I'm afraid you do, dove." Remus hums softly from the other side of the bed, reading quietly as you and Sirius wake up.

It was almost ritualistic at this point, James would wake first, keep the blinds only slightly open so he wouldn't stumble across the room in the darkness as he got ready for his morning run, then Remus, who would just as quietly get up and get the kettle started for you, coffee brewing as he returned to bed with a mug of hot tea to read a couple pages before finally, you and Sirius woke up. His current reading was Agatha Christie, one of the books you brought with you when you first moved.

"You were talking about cilantro this time, though it's usually tomatoes." Remus points out, gently pushing the rebellious strands of your hair out of your face.

"I don't talk in my sleep, and most definitely it's not about tomatoes."

"You do, but it's cute, dear." Sirius chuckle as you groan, burying your head on your pillow dreadfully. "Maybe we oughta start annotating, it could be a good recipe if it's important enough to be recited on your sleep."

"I don't sleep talk, Sirius Black, and I'm not giving you a recipe." You hit his side with the extra pillow on the headboard.

"It's true, Pads, I don't think it's a good recipe. Maybe it's tomato soup." Sirius frows at that, distasteful.

"My dear, tell your subconscious to find a recipe that is not tomato soup, please. Maybe we can read it to you like a bedtime story and it will pick up. Remus, we need to find a cookie recipe." Sirius promptly jumps from the bed at that, but Remus only laughs at him, softly running his fingers through your tangled hair.

"Where's Jamie? He's nice to me." You mumble grumpily, frowning as you cling to the duvets Sirius is persistently trying to pull out of your grasp. "You're mean."

"He's only teasing, sweetheart, don't pay him mind. But maybe we should find a cookie recipe, what do you say, uhm? Me and Prongs can make some for breakfast when he's back."

The idea makes you smile. "No tomatoes in it please?"

"Cross my heart." He plants a kiss on your forehead, putting the book down on the bedside table. "Unless you are having prophetic dreams about tomato cookies."

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this is the sickest fucking burn hdwndkd

i heard paris is nice this time of year!

id love to see the eiffel tower ☺️☺️

WADE WANTED TO GET DICKED DOWN SO BADDDDD because wdym you're teasing logan about his dick mid fight? and saying he doesnt fuck hard enough??? I've never seen any other character have this much bratty bottom energy

my page is becoming a fanpage for for logan/hugh

he’s everywhere, he surrounds me, i NEED him

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(thank you to my lovely bbg that sends me these😚😚)