well get used to it pete

As the TV Played.

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: Peter can’t ever pay attention if you’re around.

Warnings: Probably a cuss word, knowing me. And some cute fluff

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Star Wars episode II played in the background as you commented on the effects of it all, putting in your opinion on everything you possibly could. Though Peter wasn’t really listening. No, he was paying attention to how your lips moved when you said vowels, or how your face scrunched up whenever something violent showed on the screen. He saw how the light shone on your face, perfectly highlighting the best parts of your face. Your hair was pulled back messily, strands sticking out that he wanted to tuck behind your ears. Besides that, it framed you gorgeously, and he wondered why you didn’t do it more often.

He loved you. Yes, he loved his best friend. He loved every single upside and downside to you. He loved how passionate you got about the weirdest of things. And the way you smiled when you really meant it.

He lived for the times where you would visit him in the middle of the night, far past when everyone should be sleeping, and turn on the radio to some 80s channel, and ask. Ask him about literally anything. And when he wasn’t there, he would find you sitting on the floor next to his bed, sound asleep hours later.

He couldn’t help but fiddle with your hair whenever you sat close enough to him. It was so just soft, and he didn’t understand how it could get that soft. It smelled like rain and happiness. Which described you as best as humanly possible.

And the way you treated him. After everything, you always had his back. You knew right away when he was having a problem, and fixed it just by being yourself. You knew when to hug him, or have a movie night, or simply offer advice. You were there 24/7, supportive as always. And when he needed it most.

He appreciated the slim but amazing times you walked three miles to go to the best diner In town, laughing together until four hours before school. Spending too much money on the almost broken jukebox in the corner.

And god, he loved the way you looked at him with pure amazement, followed by, “I can’t believe you.”

He was mesmerized. Enchanted by your simple existence. He fell hard. And he was reminded of just how hard he’d fallen every time he looked at you.

He couldn’t fully understand why it was that you were friends with him. He thought that you were a thing that couldn’t possibly improve. Even your imperfections were beautiful. He didn’t know why you laughed at his jokes, because you were so much funnier. You were smart beyond your years, another thing he adored about you. Peter was craving to know: why him?

But he would never ask, in fear of losing you. If he lost you.. god. His world would crash right in front of him. Never had he put so much emotion into one person. He had never cared so much, or let anyone see him - every single side of him. You knew so much more than anyone else, and if it was suddenly gone? He couldn’t fathom.

“Pete? You okay?” you asked, snapping him out of his trance

“Yeah, yeah. Just…. admiring you.”

“Well, uh.. thank you.” You blushed, he could tell - a look he could get used to in the future.

Before I Loved You || Peter Parker x Reader [Part 1]

Request: “Reader has been friends with Peter since before his parents died, making them childhood friends. She’s loved him for as long as she can remember and has always been there for him through thick and thin. But he starts to become distant with the whole hero thing, making her feel like she isn’t worth it anymore to him. After she sees him and Liz kiss at homecoming, she moves on to date someone but doesn’t realize Peter was actually going to tell her his secrets and ask her out.” -By Tumblr Anon

Title: Before I Loved You
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader!
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Fluff, language, shy-stammering/blushing Peter Parker. Slight se.xual situations/dialogue. Angst? Future Homecoming Spoilers.
A/N: Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Wow I posted finally~ I really hope it came out I didn’t edit this one much. Thank you for reading ♡

This may become a 3-4 part series because it is pretty long, and I don’t usually go over 3k words with oneshots.

The day you and Peter met, all started down by the lazy river at the waterpark; a school field trip provided by Midtowns elementary and middle schools. He was the first to come up to you complimenting your Captain America hat, which lead onto a fangirling conversation between you.

“She your little girlfriend now? Look at this~ Puny Parker’s got a girlfriend!” Your moment was ruined though, of course, when some older kid came from behind Peter, just pushing him around, then flicking your hat off into the water“That’s enough!

When you had, had enough you pushed them into the pools river, satisfied they couldn’t get out because of the pools flow. After that, you had offered Peter your favorite gummy eraser of Iron Man to help cheer him up. And from then on, the two of you became good friends.

During the Stark Expo, you had gone with Peter and his parents. But everyone got separated when it ended up in crisis. Much to your surprise, when you had finally found Peter, he stood in front of one of the killer robots with the biggest toothy grin you had ever seen on him. Peter had told you he saw Iron Man, and of course you believed him.

“I stuck out my hand towards the robot?! And then it started pointing its gun at me, then out of nowhere, Iron Man takes it down from behind me! A-and, I was like Woahhhh! And then, then he was like… “Nice work kid.” That’s what he told me, Y/N, it was the coolest thing ever!”

You were Peter’s first kiss, and him yours. It was an accident of course. But when you two were in your last years of middle school, you had gone to a pool party, and the two of you were splashing waves at the other, just having a good time until he decided to try and impress you by jumping off the tall diving board… But ended up doing the world’s worst belly flop.

When he never came up you panicked and swam towards him while everyone laughed, only for him to pull you under. You guys laughed underwater until someone pushed your heads together purposely, making you share your first kiss. And that’s when you knew, you always loved him.

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Office AU Headcanon: Peter Parker

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Requested: Yes

A/N: This is my first headcanon, so I hope I did okay? Not too sure how these things go. I changed it up a bit from what was requested, so hopefully they like it. Please let me know what you think, enjoy! 

Want to see my other writings? Check ‘em out here: MASTERLIST

- Peter being an intern at Stark Tower

  • “Am I gonna help you with the suit, Mr. Stark?! O-Or the the Avengers suits? Oh! What abo-”
  • “No, you’re my assistant, meaning you don’t touch or bother me except for when I need something. ”
  • “Y-Yes, Mr. Stark, s-sir.

- He gets bored easily and starts making friends with some of the Avengers around the tower

  • Except for Sam
  • Sam doesn’t understand why a 15 year old is already interning
    • Shouldn’t he be in school??? *concerned parent sam*
  • Plus he’s full of energy in an office building and that doesn’t go too well

- He has a designated desk for himself (specifically away from anything that can be broken or messed with)

  • “T-This is for me? W-Wha-”
  • “It’s just a desk, chill out kid. Mind bringing me a cup of joe in like 20 minutes? I’ve got a meeting with a bunch of bozos and I’m going to need a pick me up.”
  • “O-Of course, Mr. Stark. I-I’ll get right on that!”

- But when he gets coffee for Tony, the rest of the Avengers hound him down for some too

  • “I’ll take a coffee with sugar and cream.” “I want a muffin, none of that whole grain shi-” “Latte with a pastry please!” “Just black coffee…” “Coffee with 6 shots of espresso, I need all the energy I can get!” and so on
  • Him hurriedly trying to write down their orders on a scratch piece of paper and stuffing it into his neat work pants
  • “O-Okay, I’ll be back s-soon!”

Peter literally sprinting to the nearest Starbucks and the line being obnoxiously long

  • *silent cry* “are you kidding me?!”
  • Carefully maneuvering through traffic with cases full of hot coffee and bags of food
  • Trips over a pothole on the road, but uses his spidey reflexes to catch everything, even the stacked napkins (not in plain sight of course, duh.)

- Managing to get back to the tower in a reasonable time with sweat glistening his forehead

  • “I-I’m back with your o-orders!”
  • breathless with a exasperated expression of nervousness and glee

- All the Avengers racing to get their hot coffees before everyone else

  • “A-Alright, I’ve got 8 c-coffees, 1 non-whole grain muffin, 4 pastries, 2 smoothies-”
  • They give Peter approving nods or slaps on the back in appreciation and for getting their orders correct. 
  • point for pete!

- Tony grabs his drink and thanks Peter

  • “Great work, kid!”
  • *incoherent excited noises*
  • “T-Thank you, Mr. Stark. I-I have a pretty good memory-”
  • “Well, you can put it to good use now, huh?”
  • “Yes, a-always, Mr. Star-”
  • “Just wait til the lunch rush, kid. Man, that’s where the true struggle begins.”
    • He manages to get past lunch with ease
    • “Man, I’m like a secretary… but for Tony Stark!”
    • That makes it a little better, right? riGht??

- Peter being overwhelmed by Tony letting him call him by his first name

  • ‘W-What should I do next, Mr. S-Stark?
  • “First off, Tony, call me Tony. Mr. Stark makes me feel like an old fart. Second, I need another refill, but this time make it one of those green smoothies.”
  • *incoherent Peter noises*
  • Does this mean he ‘trusts’ me ??
  • Omg omg omg omg
  • Am I dreaming? *pinch* Nope, no definitely not dreaming
  • “R-Right, of course Mr- I-I mean, Tony.”
    • The widest smile is plastered across his teenage face
    • Still ends up calling him Mr. Stark no matter how many times he’s reminded by Tony

- Peter sneaking around the tower when he has nothing to do

  • “Authorized personnel only… hmm, I wonder what’s in he-”
  • Tony spying on him with all the cameras around
  • “Kid, you know this place is rigged with cameras and I can see your every move?”
  • Red faced Peter trying to act all innocent
  • Psh, pfffft, y-yeah, I-I knew that. I was j-jus-”
  • “Go to your desk, underoos.”
  • “Sir yes sir!”

- Getting higher up in the internship to assist in scheduling things for the Avengers, like press, interviews, meetings, etc.

  • He never messes up times or dates
  • “Y-You’ve got a lunch with the mayor at noon, uh- a meeting with Bruce a-about the new machinery around four, and a press interview with Potts at 5:30. I-I did manage to squeeze a b-break in ther-”
  • “Well, shit. Aren’t you a scheduling wizard, kid.”
  • “T-Thank you, Mr. Stark. I-I try my best.”

- Peter being the first one there in the morning to make the place look nice and being the last one to leave

  • Tony lets him check out the lab before they leave for the day
  • “Woah, no way! T-This is so awesome, Mr. Stark!”
  • his eyes full of hope for his future there
  • “H-Hey, what’s this do?”
  • “…o-oops”
  • *insert frustrated dad gif*
Part of Your World

Summary: Y/N is a Hydra agent wishing for nothing more than to get out of the world she’s always known.

AN: i’m just a hoe for anything disney tbh and this is lowkey little mermaid inspired lol

Peter Parker x Hydra!Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

My fist connected with my sparring partner’s gut. He folded over in pain. I swiftly kicked his shins, knocking him down on the mat. Taking advantage of my partner’s pained state, I straddled his waist and placed an arm on his neck to hold him down. My other arm raised above me, fist ready to deliver what would be a fatal blow.

“Finish him, Y/N.” My mother’s cold voice commanded me.

I hesitated. Even though this was just practice, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt someone. My partner took my hesitation as an opening to flip us over and pin me to the ground. I wriggled underneath his hold and tried to kick him off me but failed.

“Stop.” My mother said. The man got off me and I pushed myself off the floor. “I don’t appreciate weakness, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.” I wiped the sweat off my brow.

“You need to learn to let go of whatever’s holding you back. Hydra is almost ready to rise from the ashes and it needs us, needs you, to be prepared.”

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176. We are not allowed to put a cow on the roof of Hogwarts.

“Explain to me again how you got the cow on the roof,” Professor McGonagall ordered, staring up at the top of the school from the balcony they were standing on.

“It was pretty simple, actually,” Sirius explained, “We just got some hay and lured it into the school, through the corridors, and up the stairs until we reached the balcony we’re standing on currently and it hopped up onto the roof. Simple.”

“How did you get it through the castle without anyone noticing?” The professor asked bewildered.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure several students noticed,” Peter answered, yelping when James kicked his ankles, but finishing determinedly, “I just don’t think they cared.”

Professor McGonagall ignored the two of them, “Where did you even get the cow in the first place?”

“The barman over at the Hogs Head has a few,” James answered.

Professor McGonagall paused for a few moments, digesting the information in her mind before simply asking, “Why?”

“Sometimes I find it best not to ask that question and simply accept the facts as they are presented to you,” Remus answered honestly.

The annoyed professor sighed and pointed to the cow, “Just get it off of the roof. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sirius said with a cheeky salute, before turning to the cow on the roof, “Come here Rufus.”

The cow ignored him.

“Pretty sure his name isn’t Rufus,” James commented.

“Pretty sure it was,” Sirius argued.

“Wasn’t Rufus the one with the weird spotting on its back?” Peter asked.

“No, that was Paxton,” Remus answered, “Remember? Because Sirius made that awful Pox joke right after?”

“Awful?” Sirius asked in mock offense, “I think the word you were looking for was brilliant.”

“Gentlemen! Please!” McGonagall interupted, rubbing her temples, “Focus on the task at hand.”

“Of course, Professor,” James answered, “Come here cow. You can come off the roof now.”

The cow turned to James and moo’d.

“Come on boy,” Sirius added, motioning for the cow to step forward.

The cow took a step forward before mooing in distress and taking a step back.

“Huh,” Sirius said, scratching his head.

“Well, that was weird,” James added.

“It almost seems like the cow can’t…get down,” Remus observed.

“I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that cows can’t climb down things like stairs. This probably applies to that too,” Peter stated matter-of-factly.

The other three boys turned to him.

“What?” Remus said dumbly.

“You didn’t think to tell us this information before we put the cow on the roof?” James asked incrediously.

“You read something and remembered it?” Sirius added.

Peter ignored Sirius, “I didn’t think about it at the time. It’s not one of those facts that you normally talk about in normal conversation.”

“Since when do we have normal conversations?” James asked, gesturing to the four of them.

“Fair point,” Peter conceeded.

Remus sighed, “Next time you have an obscure fact in your mind that may be in regards to something we’re doing, please speak up.”

“Normally when I speak up, Sirius tells me to shut up and stop poking logic holes into his plan,” Peter pointed out.

“Boys!” McGonagall shouted, “I don’t care how you do it, but get the cow off the roof. Now.”

She walked swiftly down the stairs, calling up behind her, “I will be in my office waiting. I expect you boys to be there in the next half an hour.”

“Will do!” James shouted behind her, waiting until she faded from sight before asking, “How the hell are we supposed to get this cow off the roof?”

Sirius shrugged, “Beats me. I say we leave it.”

“And get into worse trouble than we’re already in?” Peter shook his head nervously, “No thank you.”

“We could always try levitating it,” Remus suggested.

“And risk hurting the cow?” Peter shouted, startling the other three.

“It’s not gonna hurt the cow,” Remus assured him.

“You don’t know that!” Peter argued.

“Well, that sounds like the best plan we’ve got,” James pointed out, “So, Pete, you’re gonna go downstairs and let us do what we need to do.”

“But - ”


Peter huffed before heading down the stairs.

“Alright, Remus, you’re probably best at Charms, so why don’t you try -,”

“What about me?” Sirius interupted.

“What about you?” James asked.

“I’m also pretty good at Charms,” he insisted.

James rolled his eyes, “Fine. Sirius, why don’t you try levitating the cow. Just from the ledge to the balcony.”

“Right-o,” Sirius saluted, raising his wand and shouting, “Wingardium Leviosa.”

Nothing happened.

“Remus?” James turned, indicating that he take a shot.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” Remus said swishing and flicking his wand in the cow’s direction.


“Ha!” Sirius spoke triumphantly, “So it wasn’t me that was the problem!”

“Perhaps if the three of us try the spell together,” Remus suggested.

James shrugged, “Worth a shot.”

THe three of them pointed their wands at the unsuspecting cow signaling to eachother before speaking in unison, “Wingardium Leviosa.”

The cow moo’d as it was lifted from the roof tiles.

“Brilliant!” James shouted, “Now, onto the balcony!”

“Why not just drop it down over the edge?” Sirius asked, pointing out, “It’d be less time.”

“And risk killing the thing?” James shouted, “Neither the barman nor Pete would be happy with us. Just set it down here.”

“Ugh, fine,” SIrius agreed, following James’ lead and setting the cow onto the ground.

“Alright,” James said with a sigh, glancing down the stairs behind them, “Now we just gotta do that for eight more floors and we’ll be solid.”

Two Hours Later

“I thought I told you to be here an hour and a half ago,” Professor McGonagall spoke crossly, looking down the top of her glasses as she spoke to each boy.

“Well, it took us a lot longer than we thought it would,” James tried explaining.

“No excuses,” Professor McGonagall interjected, “I will be taking five points off of Gryffindor from each of you and you will all serve detention tomorrow night.”

“But we got the cow off the roof like you asked,” Sirius tried arguing.

“And hopefully taking twenty points from Gryffindor and giving you all detention will help incentivize you to use your heads before you come up with another stupid and rash plan.”

“Doubtful,” Sirius muttered under his breath as he was dragged out by the other three.

“Of course Professor,” James answered placatingly.

Remus added, “Have a good night. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

As the boys left Professor McGonagall rubbed her temples once again, muttering in disbelief, “A cow. On the roof,” before returning back to the work on her desk.

Sundays with Spideypool (#1)

So Im doing a thing now, where Ill be answering Spideypool prompts every Sunday because I love to write them. Drop prompts in my ask box, and Ill try to get to them! NSFW are fine, but my NSFW SP is A. Garfield with Ryan Reynolds, anything with T. Holland will have to be completely platonic. 


This one is for @iwannabebrilliant for the prompt and for @lilithien-bell who is having a rough day. This got a little longer than I thought and heads up for some smut!


Wade loved Peter’s apartment. It was a far cry from his shitty one bedroom on the other side of town. Apparently working at Stark Industries in the science-y tech-y lab thing doing whatever it was geniuses did meant that Peter could afford this adorable little townhome, with it’s little planter boxes full of flowers and one and a half baths and big master bedroom and good sized kitchen with one of those ridiculous island things that only rich people seemed to have and a great big oven and—

Hello what’s this? An adorable boyfriends butt bent over that great big oven whilst baking cookies?

Completely derailed from his initial plan of taking a shower, Wade decided to lean against the kitchen door frame and just…watch…for a few minutes.

“I can feel your eyes on my ass, you giant pervo.” Peter said without turning away from his mixing bowl, and Wade smiled without even bothering to look up from the aforementioned ass. “And don’t even think about propositioning me for kitchen sex because I–” Peter stood on his toes to reach the baking soda on the top shelf of the cupboard. “I am still sore from this morning.”

“You say propositioning like there’s money changing hands.” Wade protested. “You know I’d never treat you like that.”

“Wade.” Peter still hadn’t turned around, concentrating on his recipe. “Last night you handed me a twenty, slapped my ass, and told me to go get myself something pretty.”

Wade ran a hand over his bare scalp and grinned. “And did you go get something pretty?”

Peter wiped a hand on his apron, hooked a thumb in the waistband of his sweats and shoved them down just enough to give Wade a quick flash of something lace.

Ooph!” Peter huffed a laugh when Wade was suddenly pinning him to the counter, rough hands pulling at his pants impatiently. “Get off! I’m cooking!”

“Let me see!” Wade whined and Peter shook his head firmly, holding his pants up so Wade couldn’t move them. “Petey pie, how you gonna flash that at me and then not let me see the rest?”

“It’s called a tease. And if you had patience like any grown man, you would know that good things come to those who wait.”

“That’s true.” Wade admitted, as he slid his hands up and under Peter’s t shirt to pinch and play with his nipples, smiling when he felt his boyfriend’s breath catch. “That’s so true, Pete. I should probably learn some patience.”

“You-you should.” Peter said cautiously– or maybe not so much cautiously as sort of breathlessly because Wade was rocking against him in a very tale-tell not subtle way at all. “But you should also back off, because I have cookies coming out of the oven in about six minutes and if they are burned I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Who are the cookies for?” Wade asked innocently, and let his teeth scrape behind Peter’s ear, then moved down his neck with licks and sharp little bites.

“Aunt-Aunt May.” Peter stammered and Wade hummed in approval.

“Sweetest old lady I ever did see. You should be making her cookies. God knows she puts up with enough from you.”

“From me?” Peter protested, and went to shove Wade away, but that meant he had to let go of his pants and Wade had them down to his thighs in the blink of an eye. “God dammit.” he sighed, but he wasn’t actually all that upset because Wade made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a growl and damn did Peter love when he sounded like that.

“Red and black.” Wade muttered, leaving one hand under Peter’s shirt on his chest, and letting the other drop to touch the ridiculous lace Peter had put on this morning. “I completely approve of your choice. If I didn’t know better I’d think you wore these for me.”

“I like to bake cookies in them!” Peter retorted, but there was no irritation in his voice, not when he heard the zip of Wade’s fly and could feel Wade lying heavy and hot against him. “Wade, I have cookies in the oven.” he warned again.

“Is that you saying no?” Wade asked, because even after six months he always asked and Peter wasn’t sure if that was because consent was so important to Wade, or if it was because the mercenary still couldn’t believe that Peter wanted him. Either way–

“It’s me reminding you that if the cookies burn because of you, I will kick your ass!” Peter corrected, and then softer- “but you know it’s a yes.”

“Baby boy.” Wade crooned and Peter bit his lip and wiggled a little because he loved loved when Wade called him baby boy. It had been a joke back when they were just Deadpool and Spiderman but now that they were dating…

“Baby boy.” Wade said again. “I promise you won’t burn your cookies. And I know you’re sore so let’s do—” some fumbling, and Peter yelped when oil dripped down his lower back and soaked through the thin material. “Let’s do this. Oh fuck yeah.” Wade thrust sharply, his cock sliding through the mess of oil and against the lace. “Oh fuck, oh that’s good.”

“Wade.” Peter bit out, and arched his back, shoving his ass back against him. “If you get yourself off and don’t take care of me–”

“Hey hey.” Wade grunted as he thrust again, then rolled his hips to up the friction, groaning out loud as he did. “Baby you were the one– spread your legs a little, damn that’s good like that– you were the one to say good things come to those who wait.”

“You can’t be serious.” Peter choked, but he still braced himself against the counter, holding still and letting Wade rut against him as hard as he wanted, those big hands undoubtedly leaving bruises on his hips, but it was fine, god it was fine because Peter fucking loved it.

“Will you please–” Wade was still talking, because not even impromptu almost sex against a kitchen counter could stop his mouth from running. “Will you please just let me do this without complaining?”

“You’re the one who hasn’t shut up.” Peter gasped and Wade bit his ear sharply, grinning when Peter moaned and shivered beneath him.

“Yeah well, you knew that when you fell in love with me.” Wade spread Peter’s cheeks so he could thrust directly against his hole and Peter jerked and swore, and pushed back for more.

Sore be damned.

“Yeah, I fucking did.” Peter nodded frantically. “I did know you never shut up when I fell in love with you and it didn’t stop me, did it?”

“Pete–” Wade’s voice dropped, because even though they were teasing and he was basically trying to fuck Peter through his underwear– he never ever got tired of Peter telling him he loved him. That they were in love. That this was what he wanted. That Wade was what he wanted.

“What?” Peter retorted, but there was no heat in his tone, just affection. “You want to talk about our feelings or you want to ruin these ridiculous panties I’m wearing?”

Fuck!” Wade swore and pushed against him harder, watching the muscles in the beautiful kids arms and back bunch as he braced himself against the counter.

“You better hurry up.” Pete challenged. “Cookies are almost done and you know what that means.” Wade grumbled against his shoulder and spread him further, stroking himself through the lace and slick oil, pushing the head of his cock at Pete’s entrance. “Come on, baby, come on.” Peter was panting now, pushing back against him and Wade shoved the lace panties aside so he was sliding over bare skin.

“Want to be in you.” he half demanded, half pleaded and Peter’s whispered yeah of course, Wade fuck yes had him grabbing the oil and spreading it all over that perfectly smooth skin and pushing deep inside that beautiful body in one quick stroke.

Peter screamed, not because it hurt, but because the stretch was good, and the burn was so good, and he was still open and probably wet from this morning and last night and damn it, damn it nothing felt as right as when Wade was buried balls deep inside him.

It was just good, all of it was so good and Wade must have agreed because he didn’t have time to even move before he was coming, holding Peter against the counter, his hips jerking helplessly as he filled him and Peter put his head down on his arms and tried to remember to breathe.

Wade was good, and he was always going to say yes to his boyfriend, but Wade was big and he didn’t think he’d ever really get used to it.

Which was one hundred percent fine with him.

“Wade.” He tightened his body and smirked when Wade yelped.

Pete! Give a guy a second before you try to vice-grip his dick off!”

“Charming.” Peter said dryly. “But while you were blanked out and drooling on my shoulder the timer for the oven went off.”

“Damn.” Wade sighed, kissing his neck sweetly. “Are the cookies burnt?”


“Are you gonna kick my ass?”

“Well not only did you burn the cookies, but you also managed to do all of this without touching me once so–”

“I touched your butt.” Wade countered and Peter rolled his eyes.

“Without touching what I wanted you to touch.” he corrected. “So yeah. I should kick your ass. But instead…”

“Instead?” Wade said hopefully.

“Instead, help me finish baking the rest of these, and I’ll show you what else I bought, but only if you give me a blow job while I’m wearing it.”

“Oh my god.” Wade eased out of him carefully, pulling the thoroughly ruined panties back up over Peter’s ass, and putting his sweatpants back on as well before tucking himself back into his jeans. “Oh, baby boy, this is like the best punishment for burning cookies ever.”


“Okay.” Wade folded his arms. “I was definitely under the impression that you had bought more sexy underwear, not– not this.”

Peter looked down at his outfit, the flannel bottoms and matching button up flannel top complete with slippers. “What’s wrong with my pajamas?”

“Nothing.” another frown. “I just thought you would be wearing something sexy.”

“Are you saying flannel jams aren’t sexy?” Peter looked horrified.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Wade retorted.

“Well tough shit.” Peter flopped back onto the couch, legs spread, and beckoned for him. “Because I said a blow job and I meant it.”

Wade grumbled some more, but when he dropped to his knees and licked his lips, he was smiling.

“I love you.” Peter leaned over and kissed him, drawing his fingers lightly over the scars that covered Wade’s face, running gentle hands down his equally scarred shoulders and arms. “You know that.”

“I know.” Wade grinned. “I love you too. And I’ll never burn cookies again.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah but, are you complaining?” Wade raised an eyebrow, and dropped his head, opening his mouth wide.

Peter shrieked but Wade had his mouth too full to comment on it.


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Ew, So Gross (Peter Parker x Reader)

Plot: Peter and Reader get caught in a… compromising position 


Originally posted by peterbparkerr

“Ned totally fell off the board. He completely twisted his ankle, and I thought he broke it! I saw something sticking out and he was crying, but his ankle was just really swollen.” Peter said whilst down on his knee to tie his shoe.

You gasped, hand over your mouth, “That’s so graphic! Is he okay? That’s ew, so gross.”

“Hey! Get up! You’re too young for this, do you want to ruin your relationship? Ruin your lives? Don’t be stupid, you’re both smart kids, but this is beyond idiotic.” Tony rambled.

Peter sent you a confused look which you replied to with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Mr. Stark, I was just-” Peter began.

“Being stupid, yes, I know. FRIDAY, call a team meeting in the living room, tell them it’s urgent.” Tony told the AI.

“We were actually gonna go out to eat.” You tried.

“Oh nice, no. Living room now.” Tony ordered.

“I was watching my soap opera.” Wanda pouted.

“Whatever, you’re probably wondering why I called you all here. Our teen love birds are being stupid! Ready to ruin their lives with such a dumb decision, I get it. I get that you think you love each other-” Tony started.

“They’ve been together for a year, what exactly is going on, why do we have to be here?” Steve asked.

“Well, Peter was proposing!” Tony yelled.

This news caused everyone to get up and start yelling at both you and Peter.  

“You’re both so young!”

 “How could you be so stupid?” 

“Where is the ring?”

“Pete, you didn’t tell me!”

“Hey! Sit down and let us explain!” Peter managed to yell over everybody.

The adults of the team took their seats, still wiggling, anxious to get more critiques out.

“Peter and I are 15, we make dumb decisions all the time, but we know marriage is a huge step and we know we’re not ready.” You stated calmly.

“(Y/N) is right, marriage would be too soon for us, we’re in high school, everybody would obviously disapprove, and we have so much going on. Oh, and we’re 15, just in case you guys forgot!” Peter reiterated.

“I mean I can see how the situation could have gotten mixed up, but Peter was tying his shoe.” You added.

“You know what? FRIDAY play back the footage from like 5 minutes ago.” Peter said.

The TV lit up with the footage of you and Peter, Peter tying his shoe, in front of the elevator, waiting for it to arrive as you both discussed Ned’s twisted ankle.

“See, I was tying my shoe.” Peter pointed out.

“Tony, you idiot.” Natasha laughed.

“I can’t believe you interrupted my soaps for this.” Wanda mumbled, going back to her room.

“Here, sorry about that kids, here’s 20 bucks for lunch. Tony do you have anything to say?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, first, that’s my wallet and second, I’m sorry I overreacted, my bad.” Tony muttered.

“Great, now you kids be safe, see you soon.” Steve waved.

“I never want to come back here.” You said in the elevator.

Peter laughed, “Don’t say that, Tony will lecture us about how privileged we are to have all this.”

“Yeah, anyways, do you want Thai or pizza?”

three things

three things

peter parker x reader

warnings: none

a/n: everyone does Stark!Daughter or whatever. I decided to change it up a bit. This may or may not get a part two, i dunno, unless you guys want one. Let me know here. P.s. I didn’t think I was going to do that with one of my favorite books but I guess I did. P.p.s. I made Peter 17, just so he’s not too young.

“Ready or not, here I come!” You yelled after counting to thirty. You ran past Laura, who was laughing at you while you rummaged through the curtains and closet, trying to find the two kiddos, Lila and Cooper Barton. Your adorable little niece and nephew. Baby Nathaniel, who recently turned two, laughed or screamed every time you passed by him. You heard a soft giggle under the blanket, which was messily thrown over the couch. You looked at the slightly moving blanket, then at Nathaniel– pressing your finger to your lips, shh– and tiptoed your way to the couch. You wiggled your fingers above the hidden figure then. “Gotcha!” You tickled little Lila, making her jolt in a surprise fit of giggles. You take the blanket off her head, revealing a very smiley, messy haired little girl. “Where’s your brother?” She points to the stairs, meaning Cooper must be in his bedroom, hiding in his favorite place. You nod, pulling her along, quietly tiptoeing upstairs. You push the door of his room softly, a small creaking noise made yours and Lila’s face twist into a slight cringe, hoping that Cooper didn’t hear.  You two walk past his bed, creeping toward his opened closet. But before you could reach it, a hand from under the bed grabbed your ankle, making you scream. A laugh escaped from under the bed, and out crawled Cooper Barton. “I win,” he says with a smile, you sighed, ruffling his hair. “Yeah whatever.”

“Kids! Come down here, quick!” Laura yelled, catching all three of you’s attention. “Dad must be home!” Cooper yells, immediately running down, Lila not far behind him. Clint, your older brother, has said that the team would be visiting for a week. Fury let them have a short break after the whole fight broke out between Steve and Stark. He thinks it would be a good way to unite the team again, instead of being divided. After a few seconds of catching your breath– your heartbeat barely going back to a normal rate after Cooper scared the crap out of you– you followed the kids downstairs.

“There she is,” Clint had said, once you descended from the stairs. “How’s my baby sister?” You rolled your eyes, playfully, running into Clint’s open arms, hugging him tightly. “Everything’s great. How’s my old man?” He rolled his eyes as well, pulling away from you, pushing your face far far away from him. “Hey guys,” you said to the team, awkwardly giving them a wave. You’ve seen them only once before. Which was during the battle with Ultron. A few new faces came back this time. “Hey buttercup,” Natasha winks, walking over to you to give you a big big hug. Natasha was the only one you were close with in the team, other than your brother of course. She’s like the older sister you’ve never had. “Any of you want something to drink?” Laura asks from the kitchen. A few nodding, and a few shake their head no, saying a quick ‘no, thank you.’ Steve, Clint, Tony, and Bruce followed Laura to the kitchen. While Thor, Natasha, and a few new people you didn’t know the name of, stayed with you. “Hi, I’m (Y/n), Clint’s sister,” you said, awkwardly shoving your hands in your pocket. You weren’t the social type, you were always shy to new people. To avoid standing there awkwardly, you picked up Nathaniel. “I’m Wanda, and this is Pietro,” the girl with the dark hair says, offering to shake your hand. You accepted it, shaking hers and then Pietro’s. “You two are twins right?” You asked, Nathaniel riding on your hip. “Yes, I’m twelve minutes older,” Pietro smirked. Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh, “why must you always say that! It’s getting so annoying!” You giggled, knowing how it feels like to have an older brother yourself. Thor and Natasha talks to Nathaniel with baby voices, trying to get him to laugh. “Say hi Nate,” you say, bouncing him up and down. He kept a straight face, looking confusedly at Thor. “I like the hair Thor, short hair looks great on you,” you said, it made Thor’s whole face light up. “Why thank you Lady (Y/n)!” You giggle, the way he talks always makes you laugh. You stare at Nate– Thor and Nat still attempting to get him to smile– while you tried to avoid a certain someone’s gaze. “Can I carry him?” Nat asks, inside you screamed no! not wanting to not have an excuse to just stand there and not talk. You gave him to her anyways. Nat smiled at little Nathaniel, making weird sounds and weird voices at him while walking towards the couch with Thor. Leaving you to stand there with the brown haired boy, who have yet to introduce himself. “Hey, you must be that– um– Spider-Boy Clint was talking about.” His cheeks slightly reddens, as he avert his eyes to the ground. He was shy, it was kind of cute. “It’s Spider-Man… actually.” Your eyebrows raised quickly, “oh.. my bad. I’m sorry.” He shakes his head and smiles slightly, “no, it’s okay. Happens all the time.” He shrugs. You nod, “so what’s your real name?”

“Peter. Peter Parker.”

“Well nice to meet you Peter.” Clint talked to you about him before, saying how young he was and how he reminded him of you. Being the same age and all. You thought that you two were only ‘alike’ because of the whole age thing, but I guess you two are both really awkward and shy too.

“(Y/n)?” Laura called. “Do you think you can go to the store? We ran out of milk.” You nod quickly, “yeah, I’ll go now.” Yes, something to avoid the awkward situation.

“Go with Peter, so you won’t be alone,” your brother called out. You froze, and close your eyes tightly. Forcing to say an ‘okay.’

You drove to the store, with Peter in the passenger seat. So far the ten minute ride was quiet. Nothing but Taylor Swift songs filled the awkward, silent, atmosphere. You hum the tune to ‘Shake It Off’ and tapped your fingers to the beat at a stop light. As the somewhat rap part came, you began to quietly sing it, but also heard Peter singing it under his breath.

“Hey hey hey, Just think while you’ve been getting down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world..”

“You listen to Taylor Swift?” you interrupt, making Peter blush a deep shade of red. “N-no.” You let out a laugh, “yeah you do. There’s nothing bad about that. I love Taylor Swift.” You turn to him, and he was still stiff and awkward in his seat. Staring out the window, avoiding your stare. You let out a deep sigh, “okay, so I know I’m not very good at talking or making new friends with people, but I think you’re worst at this than me.” His head whips to you, “what’s that supposed to mean?” You quickly look at him without turning your head, seeing how his eyebrows are scrunched up and how offended he looks. “Relax Parker,” you laugh, “I was just trying to get you to talk.” He turns to face the road now, huffing and crossing his arms against his chest. “Well it worked,” he muttered. “How old are you?” you asked, trying to get a conversation going. Peter is pretty attractive and you wanted to know if his personality was too. “Seventeen, I’ll be eighteen soon.” You nod your head, “we’re the same age then.”



This conversation was dryer than Clint’s face. He didn’t like the moisturizer you got him for his birthday. ‘Use this for your super dry skin’ you said.

“I know you don’t want to be here right now Pete, but we have like five minutes to go until we get to the store, and then another five minute or so in the store depending on how long the lines are, and then another ten minutes or so on the way home, so you gotta give me something. Tell me about yourself, are you scared of me? You seem like you are, there’s no reason to be.” You said all this a little too fast, and Peter just sighs, running his fingers through his fluffy hair. “I’m not afraid of you,” he says, “just afraid that I’ll say something weird.. That’ll make you not like me.” He said that last part a little too quietly that you weren’t able to hear. “Let’s play a game then. An ice breaker. It’s called ‘Three things.’ I’ll tell you three things about myself, then you tell me yours. Something you don’t typically say to anyone. Sound good enough?” He nods his head, straightening in his seat.

“I’ll go first,” you said, you read this from a book once, which was called ‘Tell Me Three Things.’ It’s one of your favorites. “1) I ate dog food once, just because I was curious. 2) I was there when all three of my niece and nephews were born, and I fainted at all three times because it just– it was just scary. 3) I make the best mac & cheese.” Peter laughs, shaking his head as he looks at you with a happy face. One you haven’t seen since he got here. And it was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.  “First of all,” he laughs, “1) How did it taste like? 2) I would’ve too 3) I’d like to test that one out.” You giggle, “1) Not good 2) who wouldn’t? 3) I’ll make you some when we get home.” You look at him, still smiling, “your turn.” He pretends to think. “1) Sometimes, I stand in front of my mirror and impersonate some of the Avengers. You should see how well I can do Thor. Spot. On. 2) I’ve only dated one girl my whole life, and her dad turned out to be the person who’s been trying to kill me–”  


“Yeah. 3) Before getting bit by a spider, I didn’t know how to do one sit up.”

“Wow. Interesting.”

“Yeah, can’t think of anything, sorry that was boring.”

“No, no, no. This is just round number one.”

Soon enough, after three rounds or so, you got to the store, still played the game as you got the items Laura asked for, and played five or more rounds on the way back.

(this is on the way back home)

In between of screaming out the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Knew You Were Trouble,’ you two played the last two rounds just minutes before getting back to the farm. With all the three things you were telling each other, you began to know each other pretty well. Peter’s a really, really great guy once he came out of his shell. You never thought you’d find someone that was smart, shy, but also not shy, funny, outgoing, and a guy willing to sing T.S. with you. Not to mention, a guy who is both a hottie and a cutie. You couldn’t help but fall for him.

-flash back to when you got to the store scene-

The trip to the store took longer than expected, Laura texted you more items to buy.


-Lucky Charms

-Poptarts (strawberry ones for Thor)

-Clint’s usual coffee

-Donuts for Steve

and a whole bunch of other foods for the hungry heroes.

Peter ran to the other side of the car, opening the door for you. “I can open my own door Pete,” you say, a small smile on your face. He shrugs. You waited to cross the parking lot, a car was driving by, before Peter grabbed your hand, crossing the parking lot with you. You knew it didn’t mean anything, but he kept your hand in his until you got inside. You didn’t mind. I guess the little game brought out the confidence in Peter. Ping! Ping! You pulled your phone out of your pocket. “Laura just texted me a whole bunch of things to buy. I guess we’re going to be stuck here longer.” You turn to look up at Peter, who was just nodding. “Sounds good to me.” He winks at you, making you blush. Where did his suave come from?

You went to grab a cart, pulling your hand away from his but he held tighter, walking towards the cart with you anyway. “I kinda need two hands to push this Parker.” He shakes his head no. Stubborn. “I’ll push it,” he says, “get in.”

“What?” but before you can think, he hooks his arm behind your knees and under your back, putting you in the cart. “Peter!” He laughs, running to behind the cart and pushing you around the store really fast. The place filling up with laughter and giggles from the both of you.

(back to the car ride home)

“Okay, so 1) Does this mean we’re like best friends now? I think we should be best friends now. 2) This was one of the best store trips I’ve ever had,” you said, turning to Peter, who was smiling. “Your turn.”

“Wait, what’s the third one?”

“Can’t say.”

“What? Why not! I thought we were best friends now, you’re supposed to tell me everything aren’t you?”

“Your turn,” you repeat, holding back a smile by biting the inside of your cheek.

“Okay fine. 1) Yes we are best friends now 2) This has been one of the best days I had in a while and 3) You didn’t do one so I won’t.”

“Okay fine, 3),” you said, pulling to a stop, you were at the farm now. “3) I think I like you.

You had your eyes locked to the steering wheel, then turning to face Peter.

“3),” Peter says, “I think I like you too.”


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feminine hygiene

A/N: Not a request! But I couldn’t get this out of my head, so here you guys go. (also, two imagines in one day? I’m shocked at myself, lmao)

Summary:You’re hanging out with Peter when Mother Nature comes early.

Pairing: peter parker x reader

You sighed happily as you nuzzled closer into your boyfriend’s chest, blearily watching Star Wars on the TV screen. Peter pressed a kiss against the top of your head and you squirmed into a more comfortable position. You closed your eyes and tried to let sleep welcome you, feeling content and safe and warm in Peter’s embrace on the couch.

Pain shot through your abdomen and your face contorted. You held your breath and your lower abdomen clenched up, feeling like multiple sharp objects were raking down your skin from the inside.

You were confused for a second, and then your eyes shot wide open and you jumped out of Peter’s arms and off of the couch.

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Cover Up

Imagine, you catch Pete and Jessie fighting and try to stop it leading to Pete hitting you and causing a bruise. You try to hide it from your boyfriend Daryl but he finds out, getting very angry.

It was a beautiful day in Alexandria. Everyone was finally starting to settle in here.

You didn’t have any work to do today so you were just taking a nice stroll down the street.

The nice big houses really made you feel at home. Kids running around in their yards made you feel happy. Now a days, it’s rare to feel that way, and you loved feeling safe for once.

As you walked by Jessie Anderson’s house you couldn’t help but hear some yelling going on inside.

You slowly walked up on the porch knocking on their door. Jessie answered quickly, “hey Y/N. Everything alright?” She asked her voice shaking.

“Uh yeah everything’s good. Is Pete home?” You asked trying to get a look inside.

She closed the door a little more preventing you from seeing the inside.

“Yes he is. Do you need something looked at?” She asked knowing her husband was the head doctor in Alexandria and she knew people always came by if they needed something.

“No no I just thought I heard something. Jessie are you okay?”

Suddenly Pete appeared in the doorway making Jessie move aside. “It’s Y/N right? You need something?”

“Yeah and no I was just talking to Jessie. Can I come in?”

“You know we’d love to have you but, it’s not really a good time.” Pete insisted giving me a smile.

“Oh okay, I’ll just see you later then.” You said looking to Jessie who avoided any eye contact. You made your way down the porch and gave them a small wave.

Pete shut the door and you stood at the bottom of the steps. You waited to see if you could hear anything or see anything and when you heard the yelling again you marched right up the steps and pushed the door opened.

You walked in to see Pete raising his head to Jessie. “Stop it!” You yelled pushing him away from her.

“You shouldn’t be in here.” He said through gritted teeth.

You got in front of Jessie trying to shield her. “Pete, stop. We need to talk to Rick a-”

“Rick?! You wanna talk to Rick?” He screamed in your face. “Get out of my way!” He yelled slapping you across the face making you fall to the ground.

The hit was so hard it made your ears ring. Jessie was screaming and hitting her husband in the chest. Pete grabbed her and pushed her into the wall.

You cupped your cheek and looked up to him. “You won’t get away with this.”

Pete laughed and picked you up by your hair. “You tell anyone and I will get you and your group kicked out of here so fast, you won’t have time to explain. You hear me?!” He screamed in your face. His grip on your hair brought tears to your eyes and you nodded.

He pushed you forward making your body slam into the door. You winced in pain and quickly opened the door running back toward your home.

Once you got home you locked all doors and windows. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you had to stop and try to calm yourself down.

What the hell just happened?

Your cheek was still stinging and your shoulder hurt like hell to touch. There was definitely gonna be a mark later.

You went upstairs into your bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair that was in a pony tail was now all over the place, you could see the small blue and purple bruise forming on your cheek. Timidly you shook your jacket off and saw your whole shoulder was bruised from hitting the door so hard.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream and cry and have somebody hold you, but you couldn’t. Pete wasn’t going to get away with what he did.

You wiped your face off and put your jacket back on. Pulling your hair back into a pony tail you walked downstairs and out the door to Ricks house.

Once there you walked straight in, not bothering to knock. Rick, and Carol were talking in the kitchen.

Carol noticed your face and walked over to you in concern. “Y/N what happened?!”

“Rick, there is something we need to talk about.” You said making him put the baby monitor down and walk over to you.


Once you told Rick and Carol everything they were both pissed. Rick hadn’t decided what he was gonna do yet but I don’t think it’ll end well.

Rick went out to get some fresh air and Carol was helping you cover up your bruises.

“This is the only makeup I could find, but it’ll have to do.” Carol said sitting down in front of you.

Carol started to wipe makeup on your cheek and shoulder. You winched and pushed her away at times but finally got everything hidden.

“You gonna tell Daryl?”


He would kill Pete if he knew, that why I wanted to hide the bruises so he wouldn’t flip out.

“No way, can’t risk him killing somebody. For now it just stays between us.”

Carol nodded and you parted ways with her as you walked home. You noticed a familiar motorcycle parked out in front of your house. You smiled and walked up the steps to see Daryl sitting on the porch swing smoking.

“Didn’t see you get back.” You smiled sitting next to him.

“Thought ya were asleep. Didn’t see no lights on.”

“No I was just visiting with Carol.” Daryl nodded and threw his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it with his boot.

“What’d ya do today?” He asked lightly bumping your shoulder. Your face twisted up in pain and Daryl noticed. “You alrigh?”

“Yep I’m great. Also tired so let’s go inside.” You said quickly walking inside your house. Daryl was confused but followed you anyway.


The next morning you got up extra early to take a shower so you could cover up your face and shoulder before Daryl could see.

After your shower you wrapped yourself in a white fluffy towel. You looked over your bruises noticed they felt and looked worse then they did yesterday.

You sighed and pulled the makeup Carol had given you out of the drawer. A knock at the door made you freeze. “Y/N? Can I come in?”

“N-no Daryl don’t.” You said quickly trying to hide all the makeup products you pulled out. You still were completely naked and the only thing covering you was a towel.

“Why? You okay?” He asked, you started throwing makeup brushes into the bottom cabinet. While doing so you knocked over a bottle of liquid foundation making it break and go all over the floor.

“Shit.” You muttered looking at the mess you’ve just made. You looked frantically for your clothes but your heart sunk when you realized they were sitting on the chair outside the door.

“Y/N what’s that noise? I’m comin in.”

The door started to open but you ran to it pushing it closed making your shoulder hurt even worse. You hissed in pain, “Daryl don’t come in, please. J-just hand me my clothes!”

“Now dammit Y/N let me in.” Daryl said raising his voice making you flinch. You hated this, you hated how scared you were because of what one asshole did.

You moved away from the door and sat down on the toilet seat. Daryl opened the door and went wide eyed when he saw the mess on the floor. “What the-” he stopped when he saw you crying, wrapped up in only a towel.

He walked over to you and froze when you looked up at him. “Daryl, I’m sorry I was j-”

He bent down taking your chin and turning your face so he could get a better look at your cheek. “Who did this to ya?”

“I didn’t want you to find out with way, Rick was gonna handle it and then I-”

He let go of your chin and softly ran his finger over your shoulder. You flinched and he retracted his hand immediately.

“Y/N, who did this?” You could see the anger boiling inside him.

“I tried to help Daryl.” You said lowering your head tears running down your cheeks.

Daryl immediately wrapped one arm around your neck and pulled you toward him. As you cried into his chest, his fingers massaged your scalp.

“Hey, get dressed alrigh? I’ll clean this up and we can talk.” Daryl said using his thumb to wipe the tears away.

You nodded and walked into your bedroom changing into something easy to put on.


“I tried to not let it get to me, but it’s not right and he needs to be stopped.” You said tears running down your face.

You had told Daryl everything, the two of you were laying down on your bed facing one another. Daryl was propped up on his elbow and you laid your head down on the pillow.

Daryl wiped the tears away then his hand went back to your waist. “I’ll kill the sum'bitch.”

“He said he would get us kicked out.”

“I don’t give a shit. He hurt ya, and others too.” Daryl said up and grabbed his crossbow which was on the floor next to the bed.

“Gonna talk to Rick, you stay here.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No you ain’t.” Daryl said walking downstairs. You grabbed your gun and followed after him. Once we got outside we heard screams in the middle of the town.

We looked to one another then ran toward the huge crowed that had gathered.

Pete was on top of Rick chocking him. Daryl dropped his crossbow and tackled Pete, making him get off Rick.

“Daryl!” You screamed running toward them. Maggie grabbed you moving you back away from the three of them.

“Stupid prick beaten up on women!” Daryl yelled punching Pete repeatedly.

It was mad chaos, a few people finally pulled Daryl off Pete, Rick was ranting to everyone and Michonne knocked him out.

Later that night after being interrogated by Deanna for hours Daryl finally walked through the front door.

You ran over and embraced him in your arms. You looked him over and he wasn’t even beaten up that bad. His knuckles were red but besides that he walked away with only a few scratches.

“I’m sorry, if I wouldn’t have said anything none of th-”

Daryl cut you off by planting a kiss on your lips. You were shocked at first but wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

Once you broke apart Daryl moved a strand of hair out of your face. “It’s fine Y/N. We ain’t goin anywhere.”

You smiled hugging his torso. He kissed the top of your head and spoke up. “M’ sorry by the way. He could'a-”

“He didn’t Daryl. I’m okay now because I have you. Thank you for everything.”

Daryl nodded, “Just wanna keep ya safe is all.”

“And you have, now come on let’s gets some sleep.” You and Daryl walked up into your bedroom and both got a very well needed rest.


Prompt: Imagine your OTP are friends who dare each other to get their fortunes told. The fortune teller then tells them that they are destined lovers - and that they will soon be brought together by the powers of fate. Of course, the OTP doesn’t believe it. What follows is a strange series of events that suggest that fate really is bringing them together.

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: l o n g af lol, mentions of hamilton, LOTS OF FLUFF

AN: so i found this blog called OTP Prompts  and if you write fanfics/imagines they have amazing prompts if you get stuck in a rut like i just did lol

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by wxndrwoman

Peter and I were quickly approaching ‘Madam Estrella’s Fortune Telling’. We stopped in front of the store and stared at the door.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” 

“Of course I am. Why, Pete? Are you wimping out?” I teased my best friend. He glared at me.

“Never. Let’s go.” 

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red cheeks and rainy days

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none fluff

Word count: 1,300

A/N: honestly this is my first time writing a fic of any kind and I hope it’s not horrible but lmfao who am I kidding anyway hope u guys like it as much as I like clichéd rainy day fluff fics

It was raining when you first met him – and like the skies, you were pouring out and spilling over. It probably wasn’t the best day in the world to meet to a cute stranger, but somehow that’s how life goes.

The whole day felt like a roller coaster ride, trickling from happy to sad to furious to full-on depressing. You were letting your emotions get to the better of you, and all you wanted to do now was go home and sleep forever. Or at least, for the next 24 hours. You subconsciously blamed it on all the stress from school work, exams, and your irascible English Lit teacher who refused to acknowledge your term paper on 1980’s science fiction and its role in contemporary media. Either way, you trudged home and hoped that no one would notice the resting scowl on your face that could probably scare away even the friendliest of people.

As you reached the bus stop, you felt a droplet fall onto your nose and looked up. “Ugh, of all the days” you muttered as the rain shower slowly built up into a heavy downpour. “I literally took a shower this morning, for god’s sake.” Gathering your belongings, you swung your backpack over your head and ran to the bus stop. Finally under the safety of the roof, you attempted to dry off and checked to see if anything in your backpack had gotten wet. It didn’t help that you were in a cute, light pink dress and heels that you wore for your presentation today. Shivering at the cold air on your legs, you sat down on the bench and warmed yourself up as you waited for the bus to arrive.

A few minutes later, you look up to see a boy in a dark grey hoodie carrying his backpack in front of him as he rushed to the bus stop to get out of the rain. As he approached you sitting down, he looked slightly surprised and let out a small, “Hello” before he began to dry off his clothes. You made room for him on the bench and he gladly took a seat next to you, clearly out of breath from running in the rain. You glanced at him and felt like you’ve seen him around before. “Does he go to school with me?” you thought to yourself. Still in a bad mood, you forget about it and go back to being sullen and gloomy, wondering why it’s taking so long for the bus to arrive.

The boy next to you runs his hands through his wet hair, droplets falling everywhere. As he gets settled in, he glances over at you. “Man, this rain really isn’t letting up huh?” You responded with a “Mhmm” and continued to stare into the distance, not really in the mood to talk. He shifted awkwardly in his seat and cleared his throat. “I uh, I’ve actually seen you around school. I think we have English Lit together. I really liked your paper that you presented today on 80’s sci-fi.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, noticing that he’s gripping his hands together and looking up awkwardly at the roof of the bus stop. “So that’s where I recognized you from. You were the only one paying attention” You laughed bitterly. “Even Mr. Walker looked bored out of his mind.” He chuckled and replied, “Well, I thought it was brilliant. Um… You’re [Y/N], right? I’m Peter.” “Nice to meet you Pete,” you responded, with your first sincere smile of the day. You thought you saw him blush slightly and he laughed at the nickname. You continued talking about how horrible your English teacher was and that one kid in the back who doesn’t stop asking why we need to follow proper diction rules in papers, when obviously he could use a few lessons or two on basic grammar.

You shivered suddenly as the wind picked up and it was getting colder by the minute. Peter noticed that you were in a wet dress and that your knees were bare and open. It was a sleeveless dress, so your shoulders were starting to get chilly as well. He didn’t mean to stare, but after a while you felt his continued gaze on you and laughed. “Hey Peter, I’m up here.” He blushed and looked away, mentioning that you seemed cold. He took off his slightly dry hoodie and gave it to you to wear. “It looks like you need it more than I do,” he muttered, still furiously blushing away.

You thanked him and put the hoodie over your head, feeling glad that it was still warm from his body heat. Immediately, you felt better and sighed into the warmth. You sniff at the hoodie and are pleased to find that it smells like a mixture of tea, old books and wet fabric softener. “Hmmm” you sigh. Peter looks over and stutters, “Ah! I’m uh, sorry if it smells bad. I mean, I don’t usually smell! Unless I wore it to the gym. B-But I’m sure I washed it yesterday night. Or was it last week…?” He contemplates for a moment and you laugh out loud beside him. “It’s fine, Peter. Thanks. I feel a lot warmer now” you reply, and he seems relieved to hear that you don’t think he smells.

“Good, because next thing you know there’s gonna be rumors everywhere that Peter Parker wears week-old sweaters and I’m already known as the nerd dude so I don’t need that added to the list” he says with a smile on his face. You laughed and rolled your eyes at his comment. “Peter, you’re like seriously smart though. I think I saw you on the school newspaper. You guys won the national decathlon competition last year? That’s pretty amazing if you ask me” you respond. Peter scratched the back of his head shyly, “Yeah, I mean it was no big deal – the rest of the team is awesome so the credits go to them.” You smile and say, “Look at this, Pete’s being so humble!”

He grins widely, making your heart beat a little faster when you notice how close you two were sitting on the bench. Because it was so cold, you guys had naturally inched closer while talking to share a little body heat. He looked down at his feet and smiled, “I’m glad… You seemed a bit down in the dumps earlier so I wanted to cheer you up.” He fiddled with his thumbs and glanced over at you. You were surprised. Not that he had noticed your foul mood earlier and was trying to make you feel better, but that you had forgotten you were even in a bad mood at all. It had completely erased itself from your mind the moment Peter started talking to you.

You smiled gently and decided to get a little closer, and Peter holds his breath when he notices that your face is just inches from his. “Thanks, I wasn’t feeling that great today but you made it a whole lot better,” you say and you grab his hand without thinking. Peter jumps a little and his face turns red again. You couldn’t help but notice the freckles dotted over his nose and how there were still droplets of rainwater trickling down onto his face from his hair. You snapped out of it and let go, embarrassed at what you just did. “S-sorry, I don’t know why I did that” you laughed hastily and hoped to god he’s not weirded out. Peter laughed nervously and replied, “No, it was nice! I liked it…” He holds your hand in his again and your heart flutters. “Your hands are warm” he whispered, and you giggled at how his words tickled your ear.

And as you two sat hand in hand waiting for the rain to let up, you desperately wished for the bus to never come.

Flags (Part Three)(#PrideFic)(Spideypool)

Happy Pride Month Lovelies!!
Wade and Peter talk a bit about sexualities in this chapter, please keep in my mind these are my opinions and aren’t meant to upset anyone. If you would like to talk about anything mentioned in here, feel free to message me or drop by my ask box
Pride Month is about all of us feeling welcome and secure in who we are, and I would never want to hurt anyone’s feelings or offend someone.

Wave your flags, babes, we are all perfect the way we are.

Part One     Part Two


“So.” Peter took a bite of the ice cream Wade offered him. “So pansexual means you are attracted to everyone.”

“No.” Wade shook his head. “No it means I can be attracted to everyone. Lots of people assume pansexuals are whores, that we will sleep with anything with two legs but that’s not true.” He shrugged a little. “I once dated a girl with one leg. No problem.”

Peter burst out laughing and Wade leaned down to press a cold kiss to his lips.

“Love that laugh, baby boy, glad you enjoy my jokes.”

Peter’s lips tingled a little from the unexpected kiss and he looked up shyly.

“So you can be attracted to anyone? I guess I dont see–”

“It’s like this.” Wade slipped a thick arm around Peter’s waist and steered him through the small crowd. “If I had seen you from the back, and fell in love with this ass–” He patted Peter’s butt lightly. “when you turned around and I got a look at the rest of you, it wouldn’t matter if you were a guy, a girl, non binary, asexual, it wouldn’t matter. I’m already attracted to you so that’s just that. Its not that I WILL sleep with anyone, its just that I could.

“So… even like, trans–” Peter hesitated. “I don’t know the right word, I guess.”

“Petey what’s your favorite thing about a girl?” Wade asked and Peter made a vague motion around his chest. “And you’re favorite thing about a guy?” Peter didn’t answer and Wade tried hard not to laugh. “Alright, so imagine being with someone who has both those qualities. It’s fun and exciting and… fun.” He shrugged a little. “Sexuality and gender is no hindrance for me when it comes to choosing partners. I can be with whoever catches my eye.”

“That sounds… freeing.” Peter admitted.

“It is. But so is deciding on your sexuality, no matter what it is.”

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I Never Planned On You - Pete Dunne

Originally posted by samizayn

Real talk; I’m so in love with him, it’s unreal. Anyway, I’m in a really good mood so I felt like writing something new. It’s short but I still hope you like it. Enjoy.

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Pete…well, he doesn’t do romance. I use the term ‘dating’ loosely when it comes to our relationship. He sort of just kisses me when he feels like it and get jealous when I talk to other guys. You know, normal ‘boyfriend’ stuff. Other people would get very confused seeing me with him due to the drastic differences in our personalities. I was the type to run around, blasting songs from Glee on my phone and sing and dance whereas Pete was quiet, slightly menacing and angry.

With WrestleMania week approaching, we were spending a lot more time together at his house, me helping him to pack his bags. The uncomfortable silence prompted me to put on a random playlist of music which then caused him to roll his eyes as the opening notes for ‘Valerie’ played.

“You love this song, don’t deny it.” Sheesh, if looks could kill then I’d be hanging out with Kane. So, I was at his house helping him pack for a trip where we’d be sharing a hotel room which made me further question what we were to each other. No better time to ask, I suppose. “Pete, what is this?,” he looked at me, confusion spreading across his face, “What am I to you? Sometimes, I feel like I’m just there for you to push up against a wall and make out with whenever you feel like. Don’t get me wrong, I really love the kissing but this has been going on for a few months now and I feel like that’s all I’m ever gonna be to you.”

Pete dropped the shirt he had been folding and ran his hands over his face. Shaking his head slightly and grumbling, he reached out and grabbed both of my hands.

“You snuck up on me and I never even saw it coming. I feel, some days, that you’re too good for me, that you could do a hell of a lot better. You don’t even question me when I do what I do because you don’t mind. I wasn’t expecting any of this, I never planned on someone like you, coming into my life and being able to keep my heart in their pocket.”

Oh. I felt stupid and rude.

Getting to know Peter is difficult enough for most but I don’t think many people think about how difficult it must be for him. Being the way he is, trying to change the way he works for the sake of others is the equivalent of performing brain surgery because that’s not who he is. I didn’t care who he was, he didn’t need to change for me because I love him.

I love him.

“I love you so much. I know that this is abrupt and out of the blue but I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I will support you in everything you do and I will never force you into anything. You are a better man than you think you are, you’re just not seeing what I see; a handsome, talented and intelligent man.” I could’ve sworn that I was dreaming or imagining things when the corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile.

“The things you do to me, you wonderful woman. I love you but it’s going to be strange for me to accept that at first. Will you stay with me?”

“Yes Peter, always.”

something in the chase pt. 2 | pete dunne

pt. 1

That night had become just another number on our long list of shared encounters. Though I’d sworn to myself I would defy Pete’s wishes until the end of time, it was clear I’d done exactly the opposite. I tried to be mad at myself, but that was damn near impossible when he was so good at what he did.

We weren’t anything exclusive. It was strictly casual sex, neither of us interested in a committed relationship. Or rather, he wasn’t known for them and I knew full well I wouldn’t be the one to change that. I’d secretly hoped that he’d come around, that he’d ask for something more, but at the same time, I would be glad if he didn’t. Expecting Pete to change his ways was just my own foolishness clouding my judgement; relationships weren’t meant for him.
He’d made that perfectly clear directly after our first night together. Only ten minutes after we’d collapsed into the soft mattress, all heavy-breathing and pure exhaustion, he slipped out from beside me and gathered his things.
“You’re leaving,” I said simply, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice with indifference.

He was in the midst of putting his shoes back on, pausing as he glanced over at me. “Yeah,” he mumbled, resuming his work before grabbing his phone off of the bedside table, “That okay?”

All I could do was nod, because even if I hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. He would leave anyway, taking my resolve with him as he headed to his own room with an even bigger ego. As always, he’d managed to get his way, and with a girl who had vigilantly denied him over and over again, no less. My forced approval of his departure was all it took to have him walking out the door without hesitation. 

The bed didn’t seem empty without him, or any of those cliches. It just seemed sad, mocking almost, as if it was taking jabs at my weak succumbence. The more time I spent trailing my fingers along the spot where he lay just minutes ago, the more my body begged for sleep and my mind flared with anger. I was somewhat angry I couldn’t withstand Pete’s antics any longer, but I was even angrier I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

What we had didn’t need to be discussed. It didn’t need to be revealed to the world, or anyone besides the two of us for that matter, and it didn’t need constant arguments over its meaning. We’d both accepted the situation for what it was, even if neither of us knew  what it was. 

That isn’t to say there weren’t occasional moments of confusion and senseless disagreements. The terms of being non-exclusive were simple- either of us could do as we wished with other people, and it didn’t require informing the other. It had been a consensus between us, and I stuck true to it at all times. I never asked about other women, though that was partially thanks to the stinging pain I felt when I thought of Pete with anyone else.

He, however, had a streak for moments of unhinged jealously. The most recent bouts occurred after he had caught me dancing with the rambunctiously flirtatious men out on the dance floor. Truthfully, it was completely innocent. I had no intentions to let the interaction go any farther than that, but Pete had seen it through his own eyes and his image was vastly distorted.  

“C'mon,” he growled, placing his hand on my back as he lightly pushed me forward and towards the exit.

“What the hell, Pete?!” I hissed, “What’s your problem?”

Up until we were out of the crowded, loud building, he stayed silent. Once we reached the beauty of fresh, new air and uncrowded space, I was preparing to rip right into him, until he pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine roughly.
It wasn’t anything unusual, the kiss. We often shared intense, rough kisses like that one, but something just felt off. He refused to break it, his hands against my face tightly, almost as if he was afraid I would disintegrate had he let go. I had to be the one to pull back, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly down-turned. Before I could question him yet again, he leaned forward in attempt to reunite our lips into yet another electrifying kiss, but before he could, I stepped back. 

A deep, frustrated sound resonated from within him. “I don’t like seeing guys with their hands all over you.”

I sighed, a result of both annoyance and confusion. He was the one so hell-bent on staying as far away from commitment as possible, yet here we were outside of a club near-arguing over my playful actions with men I’d never see again. 

“You don’t get to insist on no jealousy,” I retaliated, “And then act like this every time I’m having fun.”

“So you were having fun, huh?”

“Yeah, I was! And you were jealous, weren’t you?”

He scowled, taking my hand as he led us to his car. “Were you havin’ more fun than you have with me?” he demanded, pressing me against the car door. 

“No,” I answered honestly, my arms folded in determination, “Why does it matter, anyway? We have rules to this, Pete.”

“I told you a long time ago you weren’t just another girl. Did you think I was lyin’?”

I was a fool for thinking things would drastically change following that incident. He’d made it clear there were feelings rooted somewhere within, but he made no effort to explain them or even confirm them. Whenever I’d brought up the subject, he brushed it off or insisted it was still the same relationship we’d agreed upon in the beginning. 

He’d have to be blind to believe that was the case. Things had changed, albeit subtly. Absentminded forehead kisses became a thing, as did frequent terms of endearment and compliments. The one thing that never changed was his absence. He’d never stayed, always leaving to his own room no more than twenty minutes after, abandoning me in discomforting darkness and silence. 

I could perhaps argue my case for certain circumstances, but I knew better than to ask him to stay. That was the only subject that remained untouched, a silent forbiddance we both acknowledged but never discussed. We were making some ground, slowly but surely, but to bring up his quick exits would destroy it all much too quickly. I had a feeling I wouldn’t want to hear the explanation, anyway.

Something told me these changes weren’t intentional, either. We were slowly inching our way into what was more than pure-physicality, and I had an inkling Pete’s new behavior went unnoticed by him. He more than likely didn’t think much of it and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

On one hand, I was elated that maybe, just maybe, we could eventually surpass our situation; on the other hand, however, I knew that was a long-shot. Even if we did become an official couple, who’s to say it would go as well as our current relationship? We were boundless in our actions, able to do whatever else we wanted to as long as we fulfilled each other’s desires first. Commitment was a foreign term to us, especially to Pete, and I had no way of being sure he’d like it. He didn’t like being restricted and I didn’t like being heartbroken. 

For now, though, I could get used to the distinct feeling of his lips against my forehead right before he left my room. And when he invited me out on a date (but not a date, according to him), although skeptical at first, I figured I could get used to those, too. Though, the first time he mentioned it, I couldn’t hide my surprise and he couldn’t hide his insistence that it wasn’t really a date. 

“Let’s go out to dinner, tomorrow,” he brought up suddenly, “You and me.”

Trying to suppress my shocked scoff, I let out an awkward breath of air. “You mean on a date?”

“Let’s not call it that. We're still what we were a couple of months ago, right?” he confirmed.

It took all the power in my body to nod my head, wishing so desperately that I could deny it. After all, we weren’t really what we agreed upon, breaking nearly all of the rules we’d set in place. 

Either I was terrible at hiding my disappointment or Pete just wanted some form of physicality, but when his hand reached over and rested on my thigh gently, I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same. And there was something about this touch, so featherlight and peculiar, that left me breathless.

He picked me up at seven, as promised. Neither of us looked especially dressed up, since it was just a casual outing, but seeing him and knowing we were actually heading out to do something together made him look all the more attractive. Apparently, he thought the same about me.

“You look amazin’,” he commented, opening the car door like a true gentleman. 

“I’m not wearing anything special. But, thanks,” I smiled genuinely, immediately taking my position as the radio-controller and changing the station, “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

The quick wink I shot him was all he needed to know that was an understatement. 

“Well, maybe I’m just sayin’ you always look amazin’.”

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, almost missing the sly smirk that painted his face as he admired his handy-work- always getting me to blush like a lovesick schoolgirl. “Guess that’s why you chased me all those times.”

My reminder of his past perseverance caused his jaw to set tightly, seeing as he despised when I used his own desperate actions against him. He didn’t like to be reminded that he made himself look like such a beggar, but he sure did like to remember that here I was, invested in him just like he wanted. It must’ve made him feel powerful; I knew a thing or two about his absolute need for power.

The non-date with Pete was going well, all things considered. He seemed awkward, shifting uncomfortably a few times and getting fed up with the menu, but since this was a completely new atmosphere for him, I let it slide. 

It wasn’t until the beautiful waitress made her way over to our table, beaming down at Pete and all but ignoring me entirely, that things started going south. That’s fine, I thought to myself. She could flirt all she wanted, even if it was incredibly rude considering she could clearly see me sitting directly in front of him. As long as I had his full attention for the night, I would sit back and enjoy her feeble attempts.

Truthfully, I didn’t think Pete had it in him to flirt with someone while out with me. I knew of his antics, but this seemed to be a new low even he couldn’t stoop to. That belief repeated in my head on a loop right until he decided maybe he could reciprocate the flirtation.

What began with lingering stares and smug smiles escalated to conspicuous compliments. At some point, I’d had enough. Standing up from my seat abruptly, I made a quick exit before realizing I had come with him. My only options were to stay and witness even more of his relentless flirting or wait for a taxi to arrive (which gave him plenty of time to follow after me). Before I could make the decision myself, loud footsteps behind me caused me to drop my arm and, consequently, my phone by my side. 

“What was that?” Pete asked harshly, standing in front of me with confusion and annoyance written all over his face. Either he was dense or even more an asshole than I thought- the latter seemed more probable though.

“What was that?” I laughed bitterly, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“What are you on about?”

I opened my mouth to speak, about to run through the night’s events in hopes he’d realize for himself what he did wrong, but I ultimately decided to walk away to rebel against him. Only about ten steps in, a firm hold on my arm left me stuck in place.

“Are you gonna take me home?” I questioned, staring at him sharply. If I started acting like I didn’t care, maybe I eventually wouldn’t.

“Is this about the waitress?” he concluded, voice hushed for whatever reason.

The second bitter laugh I emitted was purely unplanned, a true portrayal of how awful the whole situation was. And it wasn’t just because of the night’s events. Seeing him flirting with someone right in front of me gave me a tiny glimpse of what he was doing without me around and, for some reason, it hurt like hell.

“I was just havin’ some fun,” he assured, his eyes never leaving mine even when I tried to look elsewhere, “You know about havin’ fun, don’t you?”

So now he had resorted to taking obvious jabs at my previous actions. I hadn’t even done anything wrong and yet he still had the memory at the front of his mind. “Fuck you, Pete,” I hissed.

“Is that what you want? All you had to do was ask, love,” he chuckled, urging me towards his car as always, “You drive me crazy, woman.”

The night was exhausting and drawn-out, but so absolutely intoxicating. If I had gotten any more caught up in the thrill of it all, I’d have missed the mumbled confessions he didn’t stop from leaving his lips.

He didn’t say the L word, but it’s not like I expected him to. Even I couldn’t say what I felt for him was love. What he did say, however, was the closest thing to it.

“I wish we could be more.”

It was mashed in between other sounds of absolute pleasure and breathy obscenities, and I don’t think I was supposed to hear it, but I had. I’d froze for a moment, unsure of what to do or feel or think, but in a quick second I shoved it to the back of my mind, focusing on every other feeling coursing through my body. There would be endless time to ponder his words later.

Just as Pete was doing his habitual clothing-collecting and preparing to leave without much of a goodbye, his words from earlier registered. There was no time to wonder if I had heard him right, if my ears had played a cruel trick; he was about to leave and I was about to let him. 

I knew I had to get him to stay.

When he made his way to the bed to place a routine kiss upon my forehead, I whispered out a desperate request. 

“Just this once, please stay.”

Though it didn’t seem like much, he and I both knew it was a lot to ask for. Not once in all of our months of doing this had he ever stayed afterward, and not once had I asked him to. He stopped, frozen in place by my sudden plea. “I can’t,” he denied, shaking his head as he made his way to my bedroom door.

Following him, I watched his body pause right before he stepped out of my apartment completely. 

“Pete,” I warned, “If you walk out of that door right now, you better never come back.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, slamming the door behind him. 

Pete Dunne was a compulsive heartbreaker who never spent much time with one girl. I’d been lucky enough to even receive the time I had. Although we saw each other around a lot, we never spoke. He easily could’ve worked his magic to have me back with him once more, but he didn’t. It wasn’t because he got tired of me, it wasn’t because he wanted someone else, it wasn’t because I did anything wrong. It was simply because this was Pete Dunne and he would always have an irrational fear of relationships and a terrible habit of ruining good things and I was silly to even think I could change that.

pete dunne { spiders }

   NOTE: Okay, so this is the Pete version.. And I hope it’s at least a little bit in character for him. I post this as a disclaimer now, I’ve only just recently fallen in love with / gotten into Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate and possibly Trent Seven, so I apologize now if they are badly OOC whenever I write them. This one is fluffy/sexy/ kinda snarky and funny? Here. Have a little comedy with your steamy fluff, lovies! – Amber.

Up next are most likely Baron & Finn.. And I’m already getting ideas for other scenarios I want to write so yay! Maybe this is me making a comeback after 5 years of not writing a single damn thing? I hope so, I’ve missed it.

    TAGGING: @alexablss because I luff you.. and @believe-that-001 because I also luff you.. And @littledeadrottinghood asked to be tagged, I’m assuming you meant anything I write dear? If you have specific persons of interest, let me know please? Anyway, if anyone else would like a tag, hit me up. It’s the least I can do since I do not do requests because I probably couldn’t do them properly.. Oh and also I wanna tag @bolieve-that because Pete Dunne was their vote in my little poll earlier! 

I couldn’t sleep to save my fucking life. And naturally, when I can’t sleep, I get up and go into the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. I’d put my earphones in, I was blasting Skid Row to drive out the otherwise deathly quiet of the apartment as I made my sandwich. Everything was going smoothly until suddenly, it wasn’t.

And it all started when I felt something fall off the ceiling above me and straight down the t shirt I was wearing.  "FUCK.“ I screamed the word and my first natural instinct was to shed my top and fling it towards the laundry room. Which would have been great if maybe the lights hadn’t come on?

Pete stood there, leaned sleepily against the doorway, watching me with a mixture of annoyance and amusement in those brilliant baby blue eyes. I shrieked again and turned away quickly, grabbing the first thing I could throw on to cover myself… And it only got more awkward when I realized that naturally, it was Pete’s United Kingdom Tournament t shirt.

He sucked in a breath and stepped into the kitchen. Our kitchen, just so you get a better idea, is an actual fucking joke in terms of space.. So when he stepped in, we were almost body to body. "The hell is wrong with you?”

“S-spider.” I managed to mumble while willing myself not to get lost in those damn eyes like a fool again. It happens a lot and it’s most of the reason I try to avoid being around him too long.. He’s just so… pretty?

I’ll go with pretty.

He snickered and I pouted up at him, lightly smacking at his chest. “Asshole. It fell down my shirt and it was fucking dark, okay? All I knew was that something was crawling between my titties and that shirt had to go.” I grumbled and he only started to laugh a little harder.

“Was ‘at so hard?”
“Makin an actual conversation with me. Ya seem to have no problem doin it with Bate or Seven.. Whenever I’m around, noticed ya leave or clam up.” Pete gave me this pout.

I felt something crawling on my foot and into his arms I went. Pete chuckled and sat me down on the kitchen counter, grabbing one of my magazines and rolling it up. Once he’d killed the spider, he threw it into the sink and ran water, letting it go down the drain.

“Hit the garbage disposal switch.”

He eyed me. “It’s already dead.”
“I don’t fucking care! That thing groped my titties!” I squealed as he only started to laugh all over again, only harder this time. He was turning red in the face he was laughing so damn hard and that only made me pout.. But the laughter stopped when he stepped back in front of me, standing between my legs.

His eyes flitted downward, staring at my lips for a few seconds and I found myself staring right back up at his and slowly licking mine as they tingled in anticipation. He was leaning in closer now, his hands on my bare thighs, fingers lazily trailing over the skin.

I found myself leaning in a little more too and putting my arms around his neck, my hand guiding his lips closer. My heart was hammering in my chest and the music I’d been deafening myself with was long forgotten as it played from the spot in which my phone sat on the counter beside me.  When I leaned in and upward, he lifted me slightly, his hands going to my ass and gripping, squeezing my ass through the fabric of my panties, making me whimper against his lips. And then he pulled me into a relentless and passionate kiss that had me completely melting against his body as I nipped hungrily at his lower lip, desperate for more. He sucked in a breath when he rubbed against me, purely on accident and I felt myself getting wetter with each and every second that passed.

His hands left my ass, going to my thighs again, disappearing up the hem of my shirt as he muttered into the kiss, “Every bit as satisfying as I thought it’d be.” and his hands traveled upward, squeezing my breasts together, making me suck in a breath. I broke the kiss to gape at him for a few seconds, the shock obvious on my face at his words. “You thought about doing that? To me?”

“I didn’t stutter.” he was closing the distance between our lips again, and I rubbed against him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I deepened the kiss even more. “ You’ve got one hell of a scream, woman.” he mused seconds later as I nipped at his lip and blurted out, “I can get louder.”

“That sounds like a challenge.” Pete’s hands were wandering downward again, cupping my soaked core through my panties, rubbing and groaning when his palm came away wet. “Fuck.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth, Dunne?”
“No, but I kiss my girl with this mouth.. On her mouth..” and his lips ventured down as he tilted my head slightly, leaving my neck exposed to him, his lips moving ever so slowly over as he muttered against my skin.. “And on her neck…”

“So I’m your girl now?” I asked, biting my lip as I looked up at him when the kiss broke.
“Well I don’t wake up in the middle of the damned night to kill spiders for just anybody. And not everybody gets to wear my shirts..” Pete muttered against my lips, cocky smirk coming as he did so, his thumb grazing my lower lip and making it quiver as he stared into my eyes and added in a quieter tone, “If you want to be..”

“Oh, I very much want to be.”

From behind us, Trent and Tyler’s throats clearing had our heads snapping up and in the process, we butted heads and for a few seconds, we playfully glared at each other. Pete cleared his throat and smirked at his friends and I was blushing all over.

“Interrupting something?” Tyler asked, giving Pete a teasing and knowing smirk as his eyes went from me to Pete and then back again. “Finally.. You do something, you make a bloody move.”

“Oh for the love of God.. Not on the counter. We eat off that. Savages, both of you are bloody savages.” Trent teased us with a mischievious smirk as Pete flipped him off and scooped me off the counter, side stepping his friends.

“As a matter of fact, yes. She was thanking me.. Because I saved her from a spider.”

“Oh she was, was she?” Trent called out, but the door to Pete’s bedroom was already banging shut behind us…

Masked - Part 6

Word Count: 2111

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader 

Warnings: FLUFF, Mentions of blood, Language

A/N: Yay part six!! Hope you’re ready for some Reader x Peter fluff ;) Also thanks for supporting the series everyone it means a lot! 


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Part 5 

Originally posted by relationshipaims

The walk to the pizza place wasn’t very long, but with crowds in New York, everything took longer than it needed to be. Peter suggested to swing there, but you just wanted a night with no powers and no responsibility. Besides, you liked taking time and enjoying what the city had to offer. After taking on the role of Rouge Hex, you didn’t have much time to yourself and that time only got shorter once you joined the Avengers. You had training, school work, and crime fighting one after another - which made your head spin.

Nights like these, however, you grew to cherish. You were (Y/N). Not an Avenger, not an enhanced individual, not Rouge Hex, just you. You loved how the city shined during the evening, the loud noises from cars stuck in traffic, the different smells of fast food, you loved it all. What made it even better was the look on Peter’s face as he pointed to some of his favorite spots. A smile never left his face as he continued talking excited while you chuckled at his cuteness.

“Oh and that alley over there has this really cool spot you can sit on to take amazing pictures,” He added as you chuckled once more. Peter smirked at you while you continued laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute. That’s all,” You winked as his face turned red.

“Oh,” He laughed nervously, taking your hand in his. “The pizza place is right over there. Come on, I’m starving.”

Nodding, you were dragged along by Peter trying to squeeze your way through people. Some got out of your way, while others gave you nasty looks as they continued whatever they were doing. Arriving at the entrance of the Pizza place, you looked at the sign that said “Joe’s Pizza.” Walking inside, you listened to music playing softly as your eyes landed on the pizzas up front. Your mouth watered as you placed your order with Peter.

“Here, I’ll pay,” You said taking out your phone that was hook up with your bank account.

“I got it handled,” Peter responded handing the money over before you could say anything else.

Peter gave you a small grin as you rolled your eyes playfully. This boy was going to be the death of you, you knew it. Once the pizzas were handed to you, you followed Peter to a booth carrying your drinks as he carried the pizzas. Taking a small bite of the pizza as you sat down, you let out a satisfied moan. Spiderling was right, this was a great pizza place.

“I’m guessing you like the pizza then,” He giggled with as you took another bite.

“It’s so damn good,” You muttered with your mouth full.

Peter laughed loudly, earning a few looks from a couple customers. You began to laugh as you watched the random strangers mumble to themselves about your peculiar behavior.

Every time you’re with Peter, you find it so easy to be yourself. You felt like a normal person when you were with him. He saw you as you are, not some freak with weird alien powers, and that made you fall head over heels for him. You didn’t even realize he was snapping pictures of you until you glanced up from your pizza.

“What are you doing Parker?” You asked with your mouth still full of food.

“Taking pictures of you?” He sheepishly responded while he set his phone on the table.


“You look cute.”

Feeling your face flush, you smiled a bit before taking a sip of your drink. Dinner continued to go smoothly as you two took the time to get to know each other. Even after spending so much time together in the past few weeks, you still had a lot to learn about each other. Of course, you went over the basic stuff like favorite color, food, season…  the basic twenty questions gist. Then it switched to embarrassing moments of when you two started crime fighting.

“Wait, hold on, let me get this straight,” You said trying not to speak so loudly. “You, a guy with senses dialed up to an eleven, managed to swing face first into a building? And somehow you only ended up with a nasty bruise on your shoulder?”

“Yeah, not my finest hour,” He said as you were in the middle of a fit of giggles.

“You think that is bad? How about reading the police scanner wrong and showing up at the wrong bank.”

Peter choked on his drink. “You didn’t.”

“I did and I’m pretty sure one of the bank tellers fainted. I wouldn’t know because I got out of there as fast as I came in. It’s a good thing I wear a mask,” You whispered.

“Well, I haven’t done that, yet.”

“Well, to be fair, I was up late the other night doing homework and - wow is that the time?” You asked glancing at your phone. The team was going to be back soon and you knew if you weren’t back at the base, they would worry. You learned that the hard way when you left your phone at the compound when you were out on patrol by yourself. You had never seen so many adults with worried expressions at once.

“Wow I didn’t realize it was that late,” Peter said checking his phone. “I guess we should go then. I know how the team gets when you’re out late.”

“Yeah,” You said half-heartedly thinking about the events that happened before Peter came over.

“You okay?”

“Let’s get going,” You suggested while throwing your trash away.  

Peter followed you out as you shivered from the gust of cold air. You forgot to grab a jacket since you were so caught up in Peter asking you out on a date. You tried to warm up by rubbing your hands against your arms to make some heat.

“Here take my hoodie, it’s cold,” Peter said taking his hoodie off and handing to you.

Being too cold to refuse, you slipped it over your head and thanked him. Walking through some crowds you felt a hand grab your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway. Confused you turned around only to find it was Peter.


“You never answered my question back at the pizza place and you been acting weird ever since. What’s wrong?” Peter asked with concern.

“It’s nothing, Pete.”


“I swear it’s nothing,” You said trying to push your way past him.

“(Y/N),” he said grabbing onto your shoulders.

You sighed. “Promise not to freak out?”

“Why would I freak out? (Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“So ever since I got these powers I had you know these side effects. They mostly happen when I overuse my powers but lately they been happening randomly.”

“What kind of side effects?”

“Well at first I use to get nose bleeds and then my eyes started to bleed once in awhile. Sometimes they both happen at the same time and I feel lightheaded. I didn’t tell anyone because I knew they would freak out. Which was proven today when my eyes randomly started bleeding in front of Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Tony.” You said looking at the ground.

“So you’re worried that…?”

“That the guys will tell everyone else and I’ll look like this weak person. Which I’m not, I just have a lot of things wrong with me. I know everyone wouldn’t want to deal with me if they knew so I didn’t tell everyone.”

Without saying anything else, Peter wrapped you in a hug and held you tight. Smiling into the crook of his neck, you breathed in his scent, not wanting to let go. You oddly felt safe in his arms, and normally this was a feeling you never felt.

“Thank you,” You mumbled into Peter’s shoulder as he broke the hug.

“First off, none of us see you as a weak person. In fact, we see you as a badass hero with amazing powers. And secondarily, the team won’t abandon you so easily, especially me. You’re amazing, your laugh is adorable, and I-”

“You what?” You asked noticing your faces were inches apart from each other.

Without saying another word, Peter smashed his lips onto yours and you gasped in surprised. Smiling, you leaned into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter then wrapped his arms around your waist deepening the kissing for a few more moments. Breaking apart, the two you tried to catch your breath as you grinned wildly.

“Wow,” You said breathlessly trying to get your thoughts straight.

“I-I don’t know what came over me,” Peter sheepishly said.

Giggling at his antics, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for another quick kiss. With your arms still tightly wrapped around his neck, resting your forehead against his.

“I would kiss you again but it’s started to get really cold,” You giggled again.

“Says the person wearing my hoodie,” Peter scoffed.

“Is the itsy bitsy spider upset?” You teased grabbing his hand and walking out of the alleyway. “If you want to kiss me some more let’s get back to the compound.”

Without another word, Peter picked you up as you like out a squeal. Running down the street carrying you bridal style, the both of you couldn’t stop laughing. Sure, you two got nasty looks from strangers, but they weren’t having as much fun as you were. Surprisingly for a guy Peter’s size, he was able to run pretty fast even through the crowded streets. You made it back to the compound in record time and he barely broke a sweat.

“You are a man of many surprises, Parker.” You said walking into the elevator to go to the living room. “I’m pretty sure the team isn’t back yet.”

“Then it’s our lucky day,” Peter said pulling you closer.

“Someone’s a bit eager aren’t they?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in for another kiss completely ignoring the elevator doors opening. Not aware of your surroundings, the two of you didn’t notice that in fact, the team was watching your makeout session.

“Parker got some game!” Sam yelled as the two you broke apart quickly.

“Oh God,” Peter muttered as his face went as red as his suit.

“Hey, guys…” You mumbled walking out of the elevator. “How long were you-”

“We saw the whole thing sweetheart,” Tony chuckled.

Covering your face in embarrassment, you let out an awkward laugh as the team continued to tease the two of you. Pietro started singing love songs as the others asked for details that you wouldn’t be telling. While this was happening, Peter’s phone buzzed and he let out a sigh.

“That’s my Aunt May, she wants me to come home.”

“Oh,” You answered sadly giving him a hug. While hugging him you glanced over to the team mouthing for you two to kiss. “You guys are actual five-year-olds.”

Letting Peter leave, you watched the team gesture over to him.You sighed while quickly grabbing his arm and spinning him back around to face you. The team knew how to get on your nerves but if this was going to shut them up, you were going to do it. Giving Peter a quick peck on the lips, you heard the whole team burst into cheers and whistling.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” You said sending the spiderling on his way.

“Details now,” Natasha demanded before eyeing the hoodie you were wearing. “You’re wearing Parker’s hoodie.”

“I’m going to bed,” You grumbled.

You stepped into the elevator and pressed your floor button repeatedly, waiting for the doors to shut. Before you could question what was happening, Wanda sprinted in holding the doors open.

“Nat, hurry your ass up!” Wanda yelled as the assassin carried some junk food. “Boys don’t you even dare come near me.”

Natasha then pushed Clint out of the way and gracefully landed inside. The doors shut quickly and then you were left with two grinning Avengers. You should have seen this coming the moment you and Peter were caught.

“I think it’s time for a long overdue girls night,” Natasha added adjusting the junk food in her hands.

“If we run out of junk, I’ll make Vision grab it. He won’t question anything and, unlike some people, won’t disrupt our girls night,” Wanda said.

“I’m assuming I don’t get a say in this do I?” You asked. They both nodded. “I hate everyone.”

“Love you too,” They both responded, dragging you into your room.

It was definitely going to be an interesting night whether you like it or not.  

Part 7

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IMAGINE: YOU’RE MAC AND KELLY’S OLDEST DAUGHTER AND PETE AND TEDDY LIKE YOU. Once again, I was walking home from school. I was in my last year of high school. Everything was going great until a fraternity moved in next door. I’ve never met them, but I already hate them. I never get any sleep and the same with my parents and sister, Stella. I walked by the house to see a lot of guys out on the front lawn on a couch. “Hey, cutie.” One of them shouted. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Fuck off.” I said as I kept walking just to have one of them with brown hair and blue eyes, run in front of me. “Ooo, why so mean?” He asked as if he didn’t know. “Let’s see,hmmm.” I started. “I never get any sleep at night because of your stupid parties and you’re total jackasses.” “You don’t even know us.” A boy with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes said. “My parents do.” I said as I pointed to the house next door. “Those losers are your parents?” One of them asked “Yes.” I said “Well, you know what they say, if you can’t beat ‘em, join 'em.” The one with blue eyes said. “I’m Teddy and that’s Pete. You should come over some time.” “I’m not a partier.” I shook my head. “Oh c'mon.” Pete groaned, but while smiling. “You’re totally hot! How could a girl that looks like you, not be a partier?” “Because I have more important things to do with my life.” I shrugged. “How about his?” Teddy asked “You come to our party tonight and if you enjoy yourself, stay and if you don’t you can leave. Deal?” “Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “But not a word is said to my parents.” “Yeahhhhh!” All the boys cheered. “We never got your name.” Pete stated “Y/N” Part 2?

Secrets- Peter Parker Imagine

Anon requested: Can you do something with Spider-Man please?

A/N: Ayy look I’m finally posting


You sat in class doodling in your jotter not really paying attention to what your teacher was saying. You started doodling a picture of Spiderman, a new hero who had appeared recently appeared.
“Nice drawing.” Peter whispered. You smiled at him not responding. You looked at him, thinking about how much you liked him. You’d had feelings for Peter for a while but had never confessed them assuming Peter only liked you as a friend. Peter, however, viewed you as the most amazing person he’d ever met. He wished you knew how much he liked you. There was also the complication of him being Spiderman that made it difficult for the two of you to be together. He didn’t want to date you and then die and leave you alone without him. He didn’t want to put you through that pain. The bell rang and you picked up your bag walking out the class alongside Peter. “So, do you want to come ‘round to mine and watch movies tonight?” You asked Peter.
“I don’t know Y/N.” He replied rubbing the back of his neck. He was worried that there would be something tonight and he wouldn’t be able to drag himself away from you.“Come Pete, I’ll buy pizza.” You said jabbing him in the side.“Okay fine I’ll come ‘round.” “See, I knew I could convince you. You love pizza too much.”“I don’t just love the pizza. I love spending time with you too.”
“Aww I love spending time with me too.” You joked. You were sat on your bed while Peter was at your desk sitting in the chair. You had a bag of marshmallows and we trying to toss them into Peter’s mouth.
“You’re not very good at catching.” You said as another one hit the floor.“I am. You just have bad aim.” You retorted to that by throwing one and hitting him directly on the forehead.“You were saying?” “Come on let’s get food.”
“Okay fine, large pepperoni between the two of us?”“Yeah that’s what we usually get.”
“I know that.” Your pizza had arrived and you and Peter were sat watching a movie in the living room together. You were happy that your parents were out tonight because it meant you and Pete could be together in silence. “This is so unrealistic.” Peter said through a mouthful of pizza.“We live in a world where people dress up as spiders and stop criminals.”
“Fair point.”“See nothing is unrealistic.”“Well that’s not true. It’s unrealistic that you can make it from here to Australia in five seconds.”
“I could if I had a teleporter.”
“Well you don’t therefore it’s unrealistic.”“Fine Mr. Smarty Pants.” Peter laughed but then stopped as he sensed something was going on not too far from here. “I’ve got to go.” He said standing up.“What? Why?”
“I can’t explain, I’ve just got to go.” He said walking out the door.  You sat for about half an hour watching the movie before giving up and deciding that you were going to go to Peter’s and see what was up with him. If he couldn’t be honest with you then you were going to find out.  You arrived at his house and decided that it was probably best for you to climb up the fire escape and go through the window as you knew Aunt May wouldn’t let you in this late. You climbed up and enter his room looking around and seeing he wasn’t there.“Weird.” You mumbled to yourself. You sat down on his bed and waited for him to come home. Maybe he had a secret girlfriend and remembered he had a date with her and that’s why he wasn’t home. Or maybe he was attacked on his way home and was in an alleyway half dead. Or maybe- The window opened snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw Peter walking in, in a Spiderman costume.“You’re Spiderman?” You exclaimed trying to keep your voice down so Aunt May didn’t hear you.“What? No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are. Don’t lie to me. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you to be in danger.”
“So you lied?”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you something.”
“I can’t believe it. Do you know how dangerous this is? What if you get hurt? What if you died? What would I do without you?” By this point you were full on sobbing.
“Y/N calm down. I’m sorry for not telling you but I need to help.” He wrapped his arms around you.
“Why Pete?”
“Because I want the world do be a better place.”“I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t, I promise. I love you too much for that.”
“You love me?” You said looking up at him.“Yeah. I understand if you don’t feel the same. I mean I’m not that cool and-“ You cut him off by kissing him.“Of course, I feel the same and you are cool. You’re Spiderman.”