i hate you pete

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It’s okay even if you’re a little late. If it’s destiny, we’ll meet again.
― Davichi, Forgetting You (x) (x)

Miracle Mistake

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: Angst little fluff I kinda cried a little writing it

Words: 1430


  You were only teenagers. You shouldn’t have done what you did.

  Peter Parker, your crush since you could remember, asked you out, finally mid junior year. You thought you’d bounce off the walls. He was so cute, his smile so bright and relief filled when you said yes. Was there really any wonder you fell for him in the first place?

  Two years. Two amazing, wonderful years you dated him. He was the sweetest boyfriend ever. It wasn’t perfect all the time, nothing ever is, but it was as close as you thought possible. The dates were never big except on birthdays or anniversaries. They mostly consisted of movies at home, homemade meals, grabbing take out to go on a picnic, or cuddle sessions sometimes during movies. It didn’t matter what you did together. You were together, that’s what mattered.

  Right after graduation, he proposed to you. It felt like when he first asked you out. You said yes, obviously.

  Then, college happened. He still had the “internship” (you knew about that since you guys started dating) along with classes, so you rarely had time to be together, except for days off and school breaks.

  And, one day, the break got steamy.

  You were both nineteen, been dating for almost three years. You thought it was overdue, but maybe it’d help him relieve stress.

  That worked, too well.

  Peter left during summer vacation, telling you the Avengers had a huge problem that he had to help with. While it wasn’t common for him to be called in a lot now (Tony wanted him to focus on school more), you knew by the look in his eyes he had to go. He wanted to help save the world. The next day, you kiss him, tell him to be safe, and start praying to anyone to bring him back safe.

  Three days later find you heaving into the toilet. Since it was school break, Peter’s aunt, May, let you stay with her in Peter’s room. She held your hair back, but you couldn’t help thinking it should be Peter there instead.

  “Honey, do you feel okay?” May asked you quietly, rubbing your back as you use a wet rag to clean your face from the sweat.

  “I…I don’t know, May…I don’t feel like I’m sick, but…I don’t know. I miss Peter. Could that be it?”

  She pressed a hand against your forehead and shook her head. “No fever, so maybe it’s a stomach bug. Should go away in a few days.”

  You nodded, taking her advice to nibble on some crackers, drink some soft drinks, and rest. When you didn’t stop getting sick every morning, and sometimes more during the day, she drove you to the doctor’s office. You were both stunned when the doctor revealed you were pregnant.

  Pregnant. You were having Peter’s child. And he wasn’t here to know.

  You spent the rest of the day locked in his room crying on his bed, finding photos he’d taken of you and others someone else had taken of both of you. There were even a few you took, though they weren’t nearly as good as his. One was him trying to wrestle the camera out of your hand, another was him laughing with an adorable nose scrunch.

  God, you missed him

  You were three months along when you heard news that the Avengers were back in New York and you hailed the first cab you could to go to Stark Tower. You were barely showing through Peter’s old sweatshirt, which is why you were wearing it then. The Avengers were just heading inside, but you yell out at them and stop them. Tony recognized you first, Peter brought you around a couple times to the lab. You saw his face drop as he wasn’t in his suit, which only made your heart drop as well.

  “Mr. Stark?” you asked softly, clasping your hands together as some of his team stop to look at you.

  “Yes, ma’am?”

  “Where is he? Where’s Peter?” you asked so only he could hear you.

  He stayed deathly quiet until it hit you. Peter wasn’t there. He wasn’t going to be there.

  He was never coming back home to you.

  “I’m sorry, miss. We tried to tell him it was too dangerous, that we were regrouping, but he wouldn’t listen. He was determined to finish the mission and…come home to you.”

  One hand covered your mouth as the other arm wrapped around your stomach. You felt ill, but it wasn’t baby ill. All you could think about was how badly he must’ve tried to come back, to fight as hard as he could to just get it done with.

  Tony reached into his back pocket and pulled out Peter’s mask, holding it out to you. “He wanted you to have it. To have something of his.”

  You choked on a sob as you took it, holding it to your chest. Tony scratched the back of his head awkwardly, feeling extremely bad for telling you you had lost the love of your life. He had his own chauffer to drive you home since you couldn’t put the mask away and it’d be weird for other people to see you with Spider-Man’s mask.

  May opened the door to see you bawling, holding the mask. She pulled you into a tight hug and pulled you inside, hushing you softly to calm you down. You sobbed against her, wanting nothing to do with life for the rest of your life. Then you remembered the child inside of you and you, with May’s help, pulled yourself together enough to function.

  Which is why you’re currently sitting with your back against a stone outside, the grass tickling your legs, a new ultrasound in hand. You smile softly as you trace the outline of your baby, then your fingers skip over to the outline of the other baby nearly hidden behind the first.

  “I bet you’re tired of me coming by and talking about this every couple days or weeks,” you whisper to yourself, tipping your head back to look at the sky. “I just can’t help it. I’m scared, but also excited. I mean, there’s twins, Pete. Can you believe it?” You laugh softly, tucking the picture back into your pocket.

  Your hands trace the now noticeable stretch of your stomach. How you wish he was here with you.

  “I was thinking of names, you know?” your voice sounds small even to yourself. “And…I wanted to name one Ben. Well, Benjamin. But call him Ben. I think you would’ve liked that.” You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. “Benjamin Peter Parker. It sounds really cute. I also found out that they’re twin boys, so…the other one is Michael Scott Parker. Um, Aunt May came up with Scott, but…Michael was my dad. You know what happened with that. A-anyway…yeah. I’m giving them your last name.”

  Wiping some of the tears that had streaked your cheeks without you knowing. It hurt. It really did. All that you’d ever hoped for was a life with your crush, your boyfriend, your fiancé. The father of your twins. You let out a quiet sob as you turn to look at the headstone you’d been leaning against, tracing the name on it.
“I don’t even know where the Avengers had you buried…if I knew that…I might have closure…but I can’t ask Stark again. I can’t face him after what he told me.” You lean your head against the cold stone, almost imagining it as Peter, holding you close. “I miss you…my hero…I wish you didn’t have to be one…you’re amazing, Pete. I hate that you had to be a hero like that…”

  You sit up, resting your hands on your stomach to feel one of them kick gently, a small smile gracing your lips. “I love you. Always will. Thank you for everything you’ve ever down for me, Peter…I won’t let you down. I promise you and these boys. Plus, I have your aunt. That’s how I know they’ll be amazing…because she raised you.”

  You press a small kiss to the headstone before standing up and walking back to your car, wiping off the rest of the tears off your cheeks. You can do this. You have to do this for Peter.

  You don’t even notice or feel the eyes following you as you leave the cemetery.

  You were teenagers and you shouldn’t have done it, but you wouldn’t change it at all. Your mistake turned into a miracle. And that’s how it’s staying for you.


Tell me if I should do a part two cuz I got an idea for it!!! Also, if you wanna be tagged, shoot me an ask!

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Spoiled Vacation

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1377

Warnings: Fluff, language, a little angsty

Request: Hi! Can I request a Peter x reader with 26 and 8? Thank you! - @demigodofthesun

I hope this does your request justice! Let me know what you think :))

Summary: Y/N invites her best friend, Peter, out to her summer house at Montauk. At the end of the trip, however, she discovers a secret that might put a slight damper on their relationship.

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

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Prompt: “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”

Character: Peter Maximoff (Suggested by anon)

Warning: N/A


You liked your sleep, but above all else you liked the warm. The worst feeling on earth was waking up warm, stepping out of bed into the freezing cold or even worse showering and having to leave a warm shower for the cold frigid air of a room. So when you leave your admittedly long shower only to be assaulted with freezing cold air you are as can be expected unhappy and more than a little annoyed.

Living with Peter, Jean, and Jubilee had been a last minute decision after finishing school. Peter was a natural choice being your boyfriend and the other two were good friends of yours.

You walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a million towels in hopes of keeping yourself warm to find all three of them sat at the kitchen table eating. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.” 

You watched both girls point at Peter. “Pete, babe…you know I hate the cold!” You shouldn’t have been surprised at this point. Peter always had a habit of turning the room temp down, you assumed it was because he ran at a slightly hotter temperature than the rest of you.

“But i’m always so warmmm!!!”

“Pete!” 

“Fine!” You watched him speed off before appearing back in front of you, “I’ve turned it back up, happy?”

“Very!” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked off to get dressed. Living with him was a nightmare but you did love him so it was worth it.

“Too Good” Peter Maximoff x Pyrokinetic!Reader (Request)

Request: Hi! “Longish request” anon here! First, I just wanted to say your writing/ characterization is A+ Second, I wanted to request something with peter maximoff and reader. Like angst and fluffy stuff. I have this quote that I really like- “Women are forged of iron. My body it has bled and blazed and broken. But yet it beats on. I am iron. A little rusted perhaps, but still, I endure.” I have this head-cannon that reader is a really powerful mutant and she carries a lot of burdens from her past. And how she’s determined a lot of people’s fate. Anyways, peter and reader are dating And sometimes reader gets really depressed because of her sometimes uncontrollable powers. And peter isn’t the best at helping her during times like this. So one night she just goes off on him about what a big burden she carries and how she tries so hard to do good. But peter doesn’t understand the load on her shoulders. But peter explains that he understands and stuff. they make up, etc. Oh! And thank you for taking my request! ~ @captain-maaarvel

Warnings: Fighting, Self-Depreciation, Anxiety, Fire-Stuff, Kissing, PTSD?

Pronouns: Female (I naturally write with female pronouns, but I try to change it up every once in a while. PLEASE feel free to request a version of this, or any previously written imagine with different pronouns. IT IS NO TROUBLE AT ALL, Also, if you have a request, feel free to make specific pronouns part of it.)

A/N: Hey there! So first off, I’d like to personally apologize for taking, like, five years with this fic. I’m not entirely sure this is what you wanted but I kind of like the way it turned out so I hope you enjoy it!! Sorry it’s a bit short. This was a really cool idea! I chose to give the reader pyrokinesis because this prompt really reminded me of a personal HC I have about a reader who struggles with their past. Fire is interesting because it’s incredibly destructive and I feel like mutants with powerful relationships with fire may have mixed feelings about their role in the X-Men. I also feel like pyrokinesis would be tough to deal with while one is learning to control it. Anyway, thanks for reading! Thanks for requesting! Have a groovy day!

(P.S. Shoutout to @actual–hobbit for requesting the “If I Could Tell Her” fic last week because I really liked the song and I ended up watching the full musical [Dear Evan Hansen] and omg now I’m obsessed and it’s ruining any hope of productivity and Evan is my SON and Connor is my baby whom I will protect with my life. My little sister is going to kill me because I’ve been singing it so much If anyone wants to talk DEH I’m down to party. hmu. Sincerely, me.)

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It finally happened. Her fears were finally realized. She had burnt him.

She didn’t even think. She should have thought. It was just a combat demonstration. Fake or not, fear bubbled in her stomach. She should have known better than to be nervous.

One wrong move was all it took. She grabbed his wrist, blocking an uppercut when he quickly pulled his arm away. She hadn’t even thought about the temperature of her skin.

Peter let out a choked, cry of pain, falling backwards and grabbing his wrist in his other hand. Y/N swore that she felt her heart stop. Peter gave her a panicked look as he frantically tried to hide the large, angry burn that marked his arm. Y/N covered her mouth with her hands, suddenly registering what she had done. The blood drained from her face as horror soaked through her.

She used to have nightmares about hurting him. Peter would find her writhing in her sheets, her skin at 400 degrees. But even then, he’d wake her and hold her, hushing her until she calmed down. He’d blow cool streams of air into her face as her skin returned to its normal warmth and she fell back asleep.

She wished this was a nightmare. She wished she could wake up to see Peter’s concerned face, wearing nothing but his pajamas and his starry hair pulled back with a tie.

This couldn’t be real. She had never woken up. Logan had never held training in the Danger Room and he’d never asked her to do a combat demonstration and she had to be dreaming this whole thing.

”Oh my God…“

“Y/N, no. I’m ok. It’s just-”

Her stomach twisted with panic and self-hatred as she realized what she’d done. She stepped backwards, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m…I can’t…I’m sorry-”

Tears welled in her eyes. Peter reached out and called after her.

“Y/N!”

Horrified, she turned from the boy and ran. He stood, trying desperately to catch her. But by the time he made it to the door, she was gone.

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Charles said she would learn to control it. He said that she could do good things. That’s all she ever wanted. To do good. But fire wasn’t meant for good.

Fire was destruction. Fire devoured everything it touched. She was dangerous. No matter how hard she tried, everything she cared about was burnt.

Now, she had somehow managed to hurt the only friend that she had left. The moment replayed in her head like a movie. The sound he made when she touched him.

Something in her had known it was coming. From the moment Logan asked them to fight, she could feel a knot forming in her chest. She’d never forgive herself for ignoring it.

Peter was the only one who made her feel like she could learn to control it. In return, she had scalded him.

There was a small knock on her door. She buried her face in her pillow. The mattress dipped as Peter sat next to her. His hand glided up under her shirt, rubbing over her back slowly and tracing patterns there. She forced herself to move away. She couldn’t bear to hurt him again. Her powers spiked when she was upset. God knows what they could do now.

His eyebrows knit together. She glanced at his wrist. It and been bandaged neatly and he held an ice pack loosely in his fingers. She bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears.

“Y/N look at me…”

She struggled to meet his eyes. He cupped her face in his bandaged hand and craned his neck down to look at her. He felt his heart sink upon seeing her. Her tears had left tracks down her cheeks. She looked heart-broken.

“Hey, I’m gonna be Ok. Everything’s gonna be OK.”

He felt his voice break as ran his thumb over her cheek. She shook her head, burying her face in her hands. He pulled her closer and she let out a choked sob into the crook of his neck. He bit his lip a little. Just hearing the noise made his heart fall deeper into his stomach. He hushed her gently and ran his hand through her hair as he pulled her closer. She tensed a little and moved back, she was trembling.

“Y/N-” he begged.

“Peter, let me see-” She said weakly, pulling herself back to reality.

“Y/N, you’re scaring me. Look at me. You can touch me…”

“Let me see it.”

Peter swallowed and held out his wrist. She unwrapped it tenderly and ran her fingers lightly over the deep red marks. A tear fell from her cheek and onto his palm. She let go of his hands, still shaking. She turned away from him. Peter reached out, grabbing her shoulder. She flinched, pushing him away.

“I can’t hurt you, Peter. I won’t let it happen-“

“You won’t hurt me…”

“Yes I will. I hurt everything. That’s all I ever do. Hurt people-”

“Y/N…” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, desperate to find something that would ground her. Tears stung his eyes as he spoke.

“I want to touch you, Y/N. I just want you to touch me. God, Y/N…Why won’t you let me touch you?”

His voice was weak and shaken. He sounded terrified. Y/N’s stomach flipped. She bit her lip.

"Do you love me?”

“What?”

“Do you love me, Peter?”

"Christ, Y/N. Of course-”

“You shouldn’t.”  

She swallowed, pleading with herself to keep it together. She looked up at him for just long enough to register the fear in his eyes. That’s when she felt herself break. She sobbed into his chest. He pulled her into his arms, letting his hands roam over her the valleys of her shoulders and her back.

“You’d hate me, Peter. If you knew,” she whimpered, “You’d hate what I’ve done. I’ve ruined people, Pete. I can’t ruin you, too. I just can’t.”

He clung to her, drowning in the silence. She leaned back, looking him directly in the eye. She cradled his face, holding him a little too tightly

“You’re too good to ruin.”

Peter surged forward, moving his lips into hers and wrapping her in his arms. He backed her gently against the headboard, kissing the tears from her face. He mirrored her, nuzzling his nose against her neck and pressing soft kisses down her collarbone, lingering there. He was warm and he cared too much and she warned herself not to melt into him anymore than she already had. His lips stopped above her ear. His breath was hot against her neck.

“And you’re too good for me to leave.”

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Ryan: Pete, I need some help.

Pete: Sure, whatcha need, Ryan?

Ryan: I need to make Brendon jealous. Can we have really loud sex while he’s still in the other room?

Pete: What?! Ryan, of course not! You are my friend, but we can’t do that! There are better ways to get people to date you! Why don’t you tell him how feel and…

Ryan: Maybe this will change your mind…

Ryan: *drops pants*

Pete:

Ryan:

Pete: Lacy black underwear, huh?

Ryan: Yep. Now what do you say?

Pete: *unzipping pants and locking the door* I hate you…

Masterlist

My master list of wrestling imagines. Obviously will get bigger but for it to get bigger I need your request, so send me some!

AJ Styles:
#94: “I had a bad dream again”

Baron Corbin:
#2: Hey, Hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore

Big Cass:
“This is not my boyfriend” 

Bobby Roode: 
God Damn Beautiful 

Dean Ambrose:
″I’ll be here” 
#24: “If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.”  
Rules are meant to be broken (multip-chapter):
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 

Dolph Ziggler:
#37: “Welcome to fatherhood”

Enzo Amore:
Territorial 
“I’ll always be here” 
“It’s you and me against the world”
Doggos 
“I don’t care, I know you’re mine”

Finn Balor:
#77: “It’s a texas thing”
#45: You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.” 
#87: “Stay awake”
#2: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” 
“I can give him things you can’t”  
#64: “Here, take my blanket.” 
“I’d do it for you” 
#40 & 58: “Am I your husband or your taxi service?” and “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” 
A Life Time 
“I’ll keep you safe”  
“I’m not playing uno with you” 
Leaving
“I hope you choke on that watermelon seed”
Main Event: (Multi-chapter)
Part 1 
Part 2 

Jeff Hardy:
#8 & 22: “You’re seriously like a man-child.” and “Did you just hiss at me?”
“You broke me”
“If he makes you happy” (Part 2 of You Broke Me)  
#53: “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” 
“Don’t ever do that to me again”  
#94 “I had a bad dream again” 

Karl Anderson:
Can’t help falling in love 

Mark Andrews:
“But, I said I love you”

Pete Dunne:
“I don’t need you to get ahead”  
“Oh god, Don’t you knock” 
“Keep your hands off what is mine”

Roman Reigns: 
Draft Night

Sami Zayn:
#15: “I’d kill for a coffee…literally”

Seth Rollins: 
Be a man

Told you
 (Part 2 of Be a man)
#80: “Does he know about the baby”
#80: Part 2 
#80: Part 3 
#16: “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”  
“Took You Long Enough” 
Soulmates 
Soulmates Part 2 

Shane McMahon:
Time Off 
Love & War 
“I’m Okay” 

TJ Perkins:
“She’s my sister!”

Trent Seven:
“Why is there a pregnancy test in the trash?”

Tye Dillinger: 
#42: “Stop being so cute”

Tyler Bate:
Meeting the family 

Tyler Breeze:
“Perfect” 
“Be Free” 

Multiple: 
His friend that your friends with 
When he gets jealous  

MVs: 
Pete Dunne - I hate you, I love you
Finn Balor - Tee Shirt 
Enzo Amore - Stand by you 
Sami Zayn - Switch me on 

Tempation

Request: Can you do something where the reader has the powers of intensively attracting any person? She’s basically a walking love potion. Also, sex would be better with her than any normal person. Like a super power where the sex is freaking epic and she’s incredibly beautiful maybe? With Peter Parker.

“Y/N come on. Come to the party. It’ll be no fun without you.” Liz said, her black hair shining against the sun. I sighed and took a bite of my strawberry.

“I don’t know, Liz. I hate going and having all these guys around me, asking for sex. It’s stupid.” I said, going back to the night of regrets.

We were together for 2 years. People kept trying to tear us apart but he saw the real me… The real me without this “curse”. My grandmother told me a witch placed a curse on me accidentally instead of bestowing a gift. Kind of similar to Sleeping Beauty but more modern. We decided to lose it together, our virginities on our anniversary. He had it all planned out: the area, the lights, the food… It was beautiful. Yet, after we had done it, he kept asking for more. I denied it and he got bitter, breaking up with me and calling me a prude and a whore to his friends… That’s why I try and keep to myself… To avoid getting hurt.

“Earth to Y/N? You there?” Liz said, snapping her fingers in front of me. I shook my head and nodded.

“I don’t think so Liz. I have that test in Chemistry tomorrow. And you know I struggle with deciphering gas laws.” I teased, throwing my tray away.

“Okay… Maybe another time.” she asked. I smiled and we hugged, heading to our 6th period class. Mine was Trigonometry… Where half the class were boys.

The thing about my “power” is that it only attracts people around my age group which, hell, is FINE by mean. I DON’T need a 40 year old hitting on me.

I got to class and Samuel approached me, flashing a smile. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was a meathead with a bad temper. Behind him, a bunch of other guys huddled around.

“Hey Y/n I was wondering if you wanted to go to Manson’s party with me?” he asked, eyeing my chest. I was wearing a V-neck… Big mistake. I shifted my sweater over myself and cleared my throat.

“Actually… I’m looking for a tutor for Chemistry so… Maybe another time?” I said. He nodded and bit his lip at me. I smiled weakly and rolled my eyes as I got to my seat. I honestly don’t know why he is even in this class, he basically copies off of people but whatever. I felt a tap on my shoulder and and turned around.

“Hey Peter! Where have you been? You missed movie night twice in a row. I feel like you’ve been gone forever?” I said, hugging him over the desk.

“Yeah sorry. I uh, was with Tony Stark. Helping him with some stuff.” he said, rubbing his eye. I touched his arm and smiled.

“Did you kick ass or did your ass get kicked?” I teased him.

“Both.” he smiled. I knew about him being Spider Man. I didn’t want to but I did. But that’s another story.

“I can tutor you if you want. For Chemistry. I hate Gas Laws as well but I’ll try my best.” he smiled. I nodded and turned back around when the teacher came in.

I’ve known Peter since freshmen year. When he approached me as a friend.. Not like a booty call.

~Home~

“I don’t get it.” I whined, flinging my binder and resting my head on my arms. Peter chuckled.

“It’s not funny. How am I suppose to know which formula to use?” I groaned. I sank to the floor dramatically and laid there, sprawled. Peter came down and laid next to me.

“Y/N…?” he said in a sing song voice. I turned to look at him and he made a funny face. I stared at him with a blank expression and he pouted. His eyebrow arched and he sat up. Before I knew it, he was sitting on top of me, tickling me.

“Peter stop it!” I squealed. He continued until I threw him back and sat on top of him.

“You’re an ass Parker.” I said, catching my breath. He laughed and stuck his tongue out at me. I stuck mine back out and he flipped me back over onto my back.

“Better?” he asked. I mumbled a yes and he bent his ear down closer to me.

“Hmmm???”

“Yessss.” I hissed. He smiled and we looked at each other.

“I really want to kiss you Y/N.” he blurted out. My face went serious I got out from under him, resting my back on his wall.

“Don’t say that.” I whispered.

“I know about you Y/N. Tony explained to me.” he said, pulling up his sleeve to show a small and really thin bracelet. It was technically a string made out of silver.

“Tony had this made for me. He figured something was up when you came over to Stark Towers and a bunch of guys fawned over you. He had you scanned and made me this. It’s basically a shield for any potion or spell. He made you one also, so as to contain it.” he explained, handing me one. I took it and slipped it on. It had a small rhinestone in it. I smiled.

“I love you Y/N. I do, but I know you’ve been hurt. And the last thing I want to do is to hurt you. ” he said.

“I thought I would be hurting you Pete. I hate being this way. To have people force themselves on me. You know how disgusting it is to be hit on by every male?” I said. Peter came and sat next to me and I poured out my feelings to him. So did he.

After I had stopped crying, we looked at one another and I kissed him. I felt a spark ignite and I guess he did because soon we were tearing off each others clothes.

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“You sure?” he asked, hovering above me.

“I’ve been sure since you told me about the bracelet.” I said, pecking his lips.

~~

They say that sex is amazing when you have the right partner. As well as having a drug a.k.a my curse. But ever since I slipped on that bracelet, I felt better. I felt…normal. Because as the next day, I woke up in Peter’s arms, viewing the small hickey he had just beneath his ear lobe.

We got up for school, him letting me borrow a shirt and sweats of his as we walked to my house, for a new set of clothes. I viewed myself in the mirror as I washed it and saw that I too had a small hickey. I didn’t have any makeup because I hated it, so I asked Liz to bring some for me. I checked my phone and saw a text from my Mom saying she wont be home from Nebraska until tomorrow which was okay with me.

We walked to school, Peter and I, hand in hand and not once, did a guy look at me like they did before. They actually saw me as Y/N, not “Y/N the prude who’s good in bed”. I mean, it was one time and people expect me to be doing it every day all due to a rumor?

Liz covered up both mine and Peter’s necks, ecstatic that we were now a thing.

“Are we a thing?” I teased Peter. He smiled and looked down at our intertwined fingers.

“I mean… You are my girlfriend now, so…”

“Awwwww.“Liz swooned. I rolled my eyes and walked into first period with her… Just to see that the original boys who used to come up to me to ask to hang out… Didn’t. They just smiled and waved and I felt happy….

Thank you Peter.

anonymous asked:

What would Pete do if you teased him by wearing sexy lingerie??? Omg I got Pete feels now lol

- you knew he hated going out shopping with you
- he absolutely despised it, but he’d kept his grumbling to a minimum
- so you thought at the very least you’d give him… a reward of some kind
- so you dragged him into Victoria’s Secret
- he’d raised his brow at you in disbelieving manner
- but the reddened tips of his ears gave him away
- you’d set to work grabbing various lacy garments including a scandalous one piece number in red
- you’d hustled him towards the dressing rooms, disappearing inside of one with a mischievous wink
- not two minutes later, you opened the dressing room door with a flourish
- He’d found a chair to sit in in the dressing room and once he saw the dark green number you had on, his jaw went a little slack and his pupils widened in lust
- “What do you think? I want to wear something special for you tonight, since you were so good on this shopping trip.”
- At his silence, you pouted, and retreated back into the dressing room to change into something else
- you slid into the red lace number and opened the door
- and Pete was right there, in the doorway, his eyes dark and a feral look of desire on his face
- “Why wait till tonight?”
- you didn’t get a chance to respond before Pete had slammed his mouth against yours, while pushing you into the dressing room and kicking the door shut
- “You’re gonna have to be real quiet love, or we’ll have to stop.”