#but it’s pete’s best work to date lmao

[tomwambscunts]

If pete davidson is REALLY hosting snl, I WANT WINTER FORMAL 2

[im-sleepdeprived]

do u think u can do a Peter Parker x reader where reader is gone for a while and has her phone off, and Peter gets super scared only to find out she’s alright?? I love ur work u’re the best xx

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pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by ‘peter’ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini series👀.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!

warnings: none

masterlist, requests are open !!

“That’s not what I said!”

“Oh? Well, that’s what I heard.”

You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date you’d both planned. It’d been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again. 

You’d thought after moving in together, you’d see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him.  The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.

“Y/N please-”

“No, Peter! I’m sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do it’s like you just make it worse.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “Honestly at this point, it feels like you don’t even care anymore.”

His face fell. “Come on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.”

You nodded, “Right. Think I’ve heard that one before.” You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.

“Woah, hey. Wait a minute, where’re you going?” His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.

Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. You’d gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, “I’m tired, I’m gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,” you gave him a weak smile, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Y/N you know it’s not like that. Look you’re all dressed up,” he reached for your arm, “we can still go out. Please, let me make it up to you”

Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away. 

“Peter,” you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion. 

“I don’t want us to fight,” he begged. 

'We’re not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.”

“Okay.” He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. “I’ll sleep on the couch?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.

He deflated. He wasn’t exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad. 

“Good night,” he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. “I’m right here if you need anything.”

You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, “Night.”

There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.

You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didn’t feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.

After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if he’d even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, you’d sleep on the couch. 

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.

I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldn’t help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it. 

You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didn’t really want to speak to him, not yet at least. You’d kind of hoped you wouldn’t have to until tonight-

You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved. 

You answered the phone. “Hey Mads, how's it going.” 

“Hi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-”

“No that sounds great actually,” you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. You’d been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.

“Really? Great! So there's this raging new club,” she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You weren’t sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why you’d wanted to go out in the first place. 

“We’re gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and I’ll take you!” She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but that’s what made you like her. 

“Sure Maddie, thanks for the invite.”

“Of course, can’t wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.”

You let out a small laugh, “I know what you mean. But we’re gonna change that tonight. 

You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, you’d stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already. 

You got ready quietly, only a playlist you’d turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything. 

“Peter! I need real criticism!”

“Well, I can’t help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!”

You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you weren’t going to be home tonight. You didn’t feel like calling him though, and if you didn’t want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book. 

Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving. 

He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining he’d be out for a while but he’d made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didn’t, but that wasn’t too shocking to him. It didn’t make it hurt any less though. 

He knew he fucked up. He knew he’d disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you weren’t giving him the more. And he was! But he couldn’t help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he did not want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.

That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasn’t with you. 

He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together. 

On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long it’d been since he’d done this. He definitely deserved the more. 

He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you weren’t home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter. 

Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes he’d used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning you’d eaten. 

He was about to pull out his phone to see if he’d missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge. 

“Went out. Be home late.”

His brows furrowed as he read. He didn’t know you had plans. Hell, he didn’t even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.

All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.

Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldn’t fly. 

He’d sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe. 

An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response. 

It had been about three hours since he’d gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird. 

He tried to call you, he’d refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, you’d left in the first place) but it didn’t even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail. 

What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldn’t load. It kept saying ‘no location found’ making his heart beat harder.

This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls weren’t going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-

He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldn’t help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay.  He knew you weren’t the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start. 

He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. Or…something like that. 

“Hello?” Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away. 

“Hey Maddie, it’s Peter.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s dude,” she slurred. 

“Yeah, yeah, Y/N’s dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages aren’t sending.” His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay. 

“Sorry Patrick, what’d you say,” she asked making Peter’s brows furrow. They weren’t exactly friends, but he’d met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.

He shook his head, that didn’t matter right now. “Y/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed as if she’d just remembered something. “Yeah, she is!”

Peter let out a sigh of relief. 

“Or, she was.” He held his breath again. 

“What do you mean ‘she was’? Where is she?”

“I dunno, she left I think.” Maddie let out a little hum as if to say ‘too bad!’ and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.

He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. “She left? Where’d she go? Where are you right now?”

“I don’t know…she was bored I think. She was off today. S’shame, she looked so hot.”

His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didn’t have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault. 

“Where are you, Maddie?” He repeated. 

“That new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!” She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this. 

He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.

There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you. 

You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasn’t the safest decision but you didn’t really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then you’d go back. Maybe. 

You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. You’d send Maddie a text, but she probably hadn’t noticed you’d left in the first. She’d been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You weren’t sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her you’d be gone for a bit. 

On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadn’t eaten anything other than Peter’s waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home. 

Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away. 

Just as fast as he’d snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.

You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why he’d just done that, but there wasn’t a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Pete?” Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.

“You’re okay,” he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer. 

Your brows furrowed. “Well…yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There might’ve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. “I came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that you’re mad at me-”

“I’m not,” you said, and you meant it. You weren’t mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. “But what's wrong?”

“My texts weren’t delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldn’t track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you weren’t talking to me.” He sniffled and your heart broke a little. 

You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it on—dead. 

“God sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.” He looked at you desperately, “Yell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I can’t stand it.”

“I’m so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I would’ve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.” Your hands went up to hold his face. 

He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, “I always worry about you sweetheart, it’s my job.”

You shook your head, “You worry about all of New York, I don’t need to add on to that.”

“No,” he said quickly, looking offended you’d even say that, “No. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? You’re my first priority and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, that I don’t show that or say it enough.

“But I’m going to do better, I promise. I’m going to make it up to you because I can’t lose you, I need you Y/N.”

You didn’t reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.

He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. “Heels off baby,” he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didn’t even realize how much they’d been hurting until they were off. “I’m swinging you.” He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.

You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Peteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, “I’ll be careful, c’mon.”

You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling you in closer. “I love you more sweetheart.” He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Hold on tight, Spider Monkey.”

You burst into laughter, “You did not just say that!” 

“Oh I totally did,” he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again. 

“Ok, just…don’t let me go,” you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him. 

“Never,” he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasn’t just talking about swinging. 

[buildarocketboys]

53 + peterick lmao

Haha this one was so perfect for them! Fluffy early band ficlet, Pete takes Patrick out on a 4am ice cream date!

53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”

It's 4am, and Patrick is wide awake.

Not that this is such an unusual occurrence for Patrick. His preferred sleeping schedule lingers somewhere between 3 or 4am and 12 or 1pm. But as a high school student, that's not really sustainable so he's usually at least trying to sleep by this time.

Right now he can't, though. He's thinking about the conversation (argument) he and Pete had earlier. Replaying it over and over in his mind.

Ugh, but Pete just makes him so angry sometimes. They were rehearsing a few of their songs in preparation to record them at Joe's next week. 

And then Pete had wanted to change a lyric.

And another.

And another.

They weren't sensible changes, either. Half the time, Pete seems to want to replace one word with forty. It's ridiculous.

And he's so smug about it too! As if he thinks-knows-that his lyrics are so much better than Patrick's.

The worst part is, Patrick can't help thinking he's right. Patrick knows he's no poet, or wordsmith. His lyrics are juvenile at best. He's all too aware of this, as Pete well knows.

Pete's words are beautiful, poetic, the metaphors winding and flowing through his writing like a river to the sea.

But at least Patrick's lyrics fit the rhythm of the damn song!

After one too many of these changes, Patrick had lost his temper.

He'd yelled, "If you know so much better than me, maybe you should write the fucking lyrics!"

Pete had gone quiet at that. He hadn't talked for the rest of the rehearsal, which they all mutually decided to cut short. Which doesn't bode well for the recording. They all need the practice.

Patrick knows he went too far, but also - he can't see how he's wrong. Pete needs to put up or shut up when it comes to the lyrics - he could at least work with Patrick when it comes to making the lyrics fit. But the man has no sense of rhythm, at least not on purpose. He doesn't seem to see an issue with adding another twenty words to a verse.

He just gives Patrick an infuriating little smile and tells Patrick that he knows Patrick will make it work.

Pete seems to think Patrick is some kind of musical genius. Which is flattering, he guesses. Except he's really not.

Patrick's perseveration is interrupted by a tapping at the window. He jumps, then twists around, pulling the curtain back to reveal Pete's face at the window.

He groans.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he hisses once he's opened the window.

Pete pouts at him. "Now that's not a very nice way to greet your best friend, is it?"

Patrick grits his teeth. "It's four in the morning!"

Pete shrugs. "So? You're awake, aren't you?" When Patrick continues to glare at him he says, "Also, be quiet - don't wanna wake your mom up."

Patrick rolls his eyes, arms crossed tightly over his chest (only partly to hide his Batman pajamas), then sighs. Relenting, he scrambles back so Pete can climb into his room proper.

"Shut the window," he says, "It's freezing." January in Chicago is no joke.

Pete does so, a grin playing round his lips. It fades when Patrick says, "What are you doing awake at 4am anyway?"

Pete presses his lips together. Instead of answering, he says, "I could ask the same of you."

Patrick stares back at him, stony-faced. He asked first.

Pete sighs, pushing his hair back. "Couldn't stop thinking about earlier," he admits.

Patrick lets out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, me too."

Pete looks up at him, eyes sparkling hopefully. "Thought I could make it up to you."

"Make it up...to me?" Patrick asks. He'd figured Pete was mad at him. Too late he registers Pete's raised eyebrows, and scrambles to correct himself. "How?" he asks, crossing his arms again.

Pete grins, so effortlessly charming that Patrick kind of hates him for it. Patrick could never be so laid back in a million years.

For some reason, Pete likes him anyway. God knows why.

Sometime after they became best friends, Patrick resolved to stop questioning it. Sometimes it's best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I'm taking you out for ice cream," Pete announces.

For a moment, Patrick's not sure he's heard correctly. "Ice cream?" he splutters. "Pete. It's 4am in midwinter in Chicago. We are not going out for ice cream."

"Why not?" says Pete. "You once said that if you could choose one food to eat for the rest of your life, it'd be ice cream."

"Well, yeah, but..." Pete remembers that? How many of the stupid things Patrick says on a daily basis has Pete retained? It doesn't bear thinking about. "Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!"

Pete waggles his eyebrows. "C'mon, Patrick. You know you want to."

Patrick's stomach flip flops in excitement. Pete is always doing shit like this, getting Patrick to step out of his comfort zone, while always, always being there to hold his hand. He pretends to be annoyed, but really he loves it.

"What if my mom finds out?"

Pete shakes his head. "She won't. Just sneak out the window with me. We'll be back before she wakes up."

Patrick moves to the window and looks out dubiously. He's seen Pete do it before - shimmy down the drainpipe and onto the garage roof, before jumping down.

But Pete's athletic. If Patrick tried that, he'd probably break an ankle. Or worse. 

"I think I'll go out the front door," Patrick says. He's pretty sure he can make it without his mom waking up. He's an expert at ninja-ing down the stairs in the middle of the night.

Pete shrugs. "It's your funeral." He heads for the window, obviously planning to return the way he came. "Wait, you do want to come, right?"

"Yeah!" Patrick exclaims - a little too loud and enthusiastic. He cringes, and they both listen for any sound of his mom stirring in the next room. "Yeah," he says. "I just need to put, like, ten layers on."

Pete's got a shit-eating grin on his face now. "Alright. See you on the other side, sport." He punches Patrick's shoulder and has disappeared out the window before Patrick can object to the childish nickname.

Patrick sighs and then starts pulling on clothes at random, grateful for his floordrobe for once, as it means he doesn't have to open his squeaky closet door. He darts down the stairs, ninja-style, and stands at the front door for a full minute, pricking his ears for any sounds from his mom's room. When none come, he slips on his shoes and unlocks the door, closing it softly behind him before half-jogging to Pete's car.

Pete smirks as he slips in. "Impressive," he says.

"Oh shut up." He rubs his hands together as Pete starts the car, waiting for the heaters to warm up. "Where do they serve ice cream at 4am in Chicago in January anyway?" he asks. "It's, like, 20 degrees."

Pete grins as he pulls out of Patrick's driveway and guns the engine. "I know a place."

The place turns out to be a diner on the edge of the city.

When they enter, there's nobody else in the place. No customers, no waitresses, not even anyone behind the counter.

The lights are on but nobody's home, thinks Patrick, then giggles.

Pete glances at him. "What's so funny?"

Patrick shakes his head. "Is this place actually open?" he asks.

Pete nods. "Sure it is. The lights were on, the door was open, right? They're probably just out back, having a smoke. Hey!" Pete calls loudly. No answer. He sighs in frustration. "Just wanted to get my boy some ice cream," he mutters under his breath.

Patrick feels his stomach lurch. Something about Pete calling him his boy does things to him. It's kinda like Pete calling him his boyfriend.

Kinda, but not really, he tells himself firmly, as Pete dings the little old-fashioned bell next to the register.

They hear footsteps coming their way. "Finally!" Pete says, as if they've been there for hours. Patrick rolls his eyes fondly. "Why don't you go pick out which flavors you want?" He nods toward the glass box under which a smorgasbord of ice creams are displayed.

"Woah," Patrick says. He scans the flavors, trying to pick his favorite, wishing he hadn't forgotten his glasses. A waitress arrives behind the counter to serve Pete.

"Hey there, darling, sorry about that. You been waitin' long?" she says to Pete, batting her eyelashes, and suddenly the ice cream is the last thing on Patrick's mind. He watches her flirt with Pete, nails digging into his palms, thinking that is the fakest accent he's ever heard in his life.

Pete seems to fall for it though, much to Patrick's disgust. He grins up at her and says, "Not long, no," in this breathy little voice he uses whenever he flirts with girls. Patrick feels sick, for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

"What can I get ya?" she asks.

"I'll have a coffee," Pete says. "And for my friend here..." he trails off, obviously waiting for Patrick to give his order.

Patrick realizes he's been staring at them, open-mouthed.

He slams his mouth shut as the waitress says, flatly, "Oh. Hey there."

"Pete, I...I don't have any money," he admits. He'd been so focused on getting out of the house undetected, and so excited about sneaking around with Pete in the middle of the night, that it hadn't even occurred to him to bring his wallet.

Pete reaches out and grabs his arm, pulling him close so he can wrap his arm round Patrick's waist. "That's OK, honey. My treat."

The waitress purses her lips. Patrick feels a zing of delight in the vicinity of his stomach, even as he can feel his cheeks burning.

"Uh, are you not having anything?" he asks Pete.

Pete shakes his head. "Just coffee. I'm not hungry."

"I'll just have some vanilla then," says Patrick.

"Aw, no, c'mon Patrick," Pete says, eyes crinkling in disappointment. "I'm taking you out on an ice cream date, you've gotta have at least two flavors."

The waitress looks at him dubiously - 17, chubby, wearing about 15 layers of clothes. Privately, Patrick agrees with her - why would Pete want to take him on a date, of all people? Even a friend date, which he's sure is what Pete means. But he raises his chin and looks her in the eye.

"Um, OK," he says after a moment, when the waitress has looked away. "I'll have, uh..." he glances at the flavors again, and chooses pretty much at random, "Bubblegum and rocky road."

"Good choice,' says the waitress, smiling a little.

"And put those in a cone!" Pete says as she goes to scoop the ice cream. He nudges Patrick. "It's not ice cream if it's not in a cone, right?"

"Do you remember everything I've ever said to you, or just the ice cream-related things?" Patrick teases.

Pete looks at him, deadly serious. "Patrick Stump, I remember every word you've ever said to me."

Patrick rolls his eyes, but he can't help but smile. He takes the ice cream cone the waitress offers him and they go sit in a booth in the corner.

Then he remembers their argument this afternoon. "Even the bad stuff?" he asks, swallowing nervously.

Pete's eyes soften. "Yeah, not that there's much. But I don't hold it against you." He sips his coffee. Patrick's pretty sure he's just being kind - they argue a lot, and Patrick's not always the most objective or logical when his temper gets the better of him. "Besides, you're usually right, anyway."

Patrick snorts. "Am not," he says, because that's definitely not true, and he doesn't need Pete to mollycoddle him.

Pete flashes him a grin. "Yeah y'are. Like this afternoon-"

Patrick sighs. "Can we not talk about that?" He realizes his ice cream has started to drip down the cone and onto his hand, and launches a rescue mission with his tongue. Pete is silent for long moments and Patrick thinks he's dropped it, but when he looks up again he catches Pete watching him.

Pete clears his throat. "You were right," he says. He sounds kinda weird. "I was being annoying, making all those lyric changes."

Patrick sits back in his seat, satisfied that they're finally in agreement. "Yeah, you were."

"But was I wrong? I mean, didn't my changes make the songs better?"

Patrick snorts. "If changing one word to forty makes a song better, sure." Now that he's cooled down, though, he actually thinks about it. "Your words are better than mine," he admits quietly. "They're more poetic, or whatever."

Actually, Pete's words are kind of really fucking beautiful, but he'd never tell Pete that. It's one of the things that annoys him the most when Pete asks to change the lyrics. Not only are they almost always better than Patrick's lyrics, they also make Patrick feel things. Things he's not sure he wants to feel.

"Exactly!" says Pete, then cringes when Patrick scowls at him. "That's not...that's not what I meant," he says quickly. "I love your songs, Patrick. You know that."

Patrick does. Sometimes he thinks Pete's the only one who likes them.

"But you're a musician. I...I get the feeling you don't really care about the words."

Pete picks his words carefully, but Patrick can't help feeling a little offended. Patrick does care. Sure, he cares about all the other stuff - the melody and the rhythm and the harmonies - way more, but it's not like he's not trying! He tries really hard with the lyrics, they just never come out any good!

"It's not that I don't care-" he starts, then sighs.

"But you see what I'm saying?" Pete asks, pressing his advantage.

"Yeah. I guess." Patrick pays attention to his ice cream for a while before he speaks again. "What's the point of this, Pete? I mean, what can we do different?"

Pete's face lights up with a grin. This is clearly the point he's been wanting to get to the whole time. "I write the lyrics. You write the music."

Patrick considers this for a while, his tongue worming its way into the bright blue ice cream. He doesn't miss the way Pete is staring at him, but for now he just lets it happen. Pete isn't like other people - he likes being under his gaze.

"How would that work through?" he says. "If I write the music, we'll still run into the same problem, trying to fit your lyrics to it." In fact, it'll probably be worse, Patrick thinks.

Pete shrugs. "It's just an idea," he says. "I don't know, maybe I could write the words and you could fit the music around them?"

Patrick screws his face up. Nobody does it like that. That's just not how songwriting works.

But.

Sometimes when he looks at Pete's lyrics, he hears the beginning of a melody. Usually he pushes it back, annoyed at the distraction when he's trying to fit them to the tune he's already got.

But what if he let that impulse run free? What would happen then?

"We could try it," Patrick says tentatively.

Pete's face is split with a grin. "Yeah?"

Patrick shrugs. "Yeah. I'm not saying it'll work, mind you. Nobody writes songs like that for a reason."

Pete lets out a breath. "I know. But we're not like everybody else." He claps his hands together, satisfied, breaking the tension between him and Patrick. "We'll do the recording like we were always gonna, with your lyrics. I'll try not to mess with them too much."

Patrick raises an eyebrow.

"But after that, we try this, yeah? It's an experiment. And if it doesn't work, we can go back to you writing the songs."

Patrick nods. "OK," he says, and attacks the rest of his ice cream with gusto, while Pete sips his coffee and watches him openly.

Pete drives him back at 5:30am. His mom gets up at 6. He should be fine.

Patrick's quiet on the drive back. Just thinking.

"You OK?" Pete asks as he pulls up on Patrick's driveway.

Patrick nods, offering him a small smile. "Just thinking," he tells Pete.

Pete nods encouragingly, and Patrick adds, "Do you actually have words to give me? You know, if that's what we're gonna do?"

Pete nods. "Oh yeah." He leans over Patrick and opens the glovebox, pulling out a hardcover notebook. Patrick's seen him writing in it before. "Here you go." He hands it to Patrick.

Patrick takes it reverently in his hands. "Pete... isn't this basically your diary?"

Pete nods, not looking at him. "Technically it's a journal. But yeah." He breathes shallowly. "But I trust you."

The gravity of that trust is not lost on Patrick.

Pete turns around finally to find Patrick staring at him.

"What?" he says, but his cheeks are ruddy. "You're my best friend."

Patrick blinks, his eyelashes fluttering. "Yeah..." he breathes.

Pete leans forward and brushes his thumb over the corner of Patrick's mouth. Patrick's heart stutters in his chest.

Pete's eyes flicker to Patrick's lips, and for a moment, Pete thinks he's going to close the distance between them.

Then he leans back, breathing hard. 

"Might want to wash your face when you get in. Your mouth is blue."

Patrick chokes out a laugh. "Yeah. Will do." He opens the passenger door.

"See you tomorrow?" says Pete hopefully, and Patrick smiles.

"Yeah," he says, squeezing Pete's hand. "Tomorrow."

[magnificentwolfface]

omg i thought a lot about kpxb99 too?? altho i always thought of kinn as amy bc amy is a huge dork and so is kinn. sure kinn has never been a syncopath like early amy is, but still. chan as holt maybe? maybe kinn's dad was a retired captain and chan worked under him then he became captain at kinn's precinct

and kinn wants to prove himself to be as good as his dad except my boy is a bit too soft for that and also chan knows what a dick korn was before retirement and he really doesn't want kinn to be like him so he subtly pushes kinn away from that route

plus kinn and porsche as amy and jake would be so cute. supportive horny dork4dorks. per s1, porsche took kinn out on the worst possible date possible as a result of their bet (kinn was gonna get porsche's bike if he won) and it took a shot-in-the-ass and high af pete's brutal honesty to realize his feelings

omg make tawan as teddy, amy's annoying boring obsessed ex???

also can i say? pete as boyle and vegas as gina? immaculate. vegas' velvet and animal prints would clash so much with pete's cheap boy vibes. and remember how boyle was filming himself working out when gina came into the room in a robe and they were talking about their relationship? that's just pete and vegas in a nutshell. like, make pete ass naked and that's it

i can't really see chay as terry but i understand and respect the angle and thought process behind?? i would have put pol as terry tbh but he doesn't have the same type of snark terry and chay sometimes display, so i'm actually fine with that

i also like gina and terry's antics when gina isn't being a perv to him, so translating that into my ghost friendship of chay and vegas is also fun. that one time when gina and terry tried to make rosa rest bc she was cold? gold material for chay, vegas and kim. kim mumbling about ripping his grandpa's head off in his sleep. absolutely blitzed on cold medicine. kinn and tankhun SHOULD step in but only after they are done filming all this

namphueng as karen, jake's hippie out of sorts art teacher mom? clashing with korn, maybe? omg. i cannot see pat being deadbeat like roger tho, so he dead again? lmao

Hi, anon! 💌

First off, I’m so sorry if it took me a while to respond—life sometimes gets in the way, and I never want to make anyone feel ignored. Thank you for sending this incredible brain dump because WOW, you’ve put so much thought into this, and I am LIVING for it! 🧠✨

I love the idea of Kinn being the dorky Amy of the precinct—he really is such a nerd behind all the suave exterior, isn’t he? 😍 And the bit about Chan subtly steering him away from becoming like Korn? Genius. 🤯 That whole dynamic adds so much depth, and honestly, the parallels between Amy's perfectionist tendencies and Kinn's struggle to prove himself are so spot on.

I also feel like, in this AU, Chan would favor Kinn a little bit and take on a father-figure role—a better one, at least. 💛 Kinn did say he was more like his mother, which I imagine means he’s kind, gentle but firm, and a bit of a perfectionist. Chan would probably recognize those traits and want to nurture them, helping Kinn be his best self without falling into Korn’s shadow or toxicity. The dynamic between them would be so compelling! 🌟

And speaking of Korn—imagine how Kinn’s relationship with him plays out in this AU. Korn would still carry the heavy presence of an overbearing, impossible-to-please father figure, always reminding Kinn of the legacy he’s expected to uphold. That pressure would push Kinn to seek validation, not just from Korn but from himself, as he tries to balance his father’s expectations with his own identity. It adds so much complexity to Kinn’s journey of self-discovery and growth. 🌟

The supportive horny dork4dorks combo of Kinn and Porsche as Amy and Jake? 💕 PERFECT. And the shot-in-the-ass realization with Pete spilling the tea? ICONIC. 🫣 Pete as Boyle and Vegas as Gina made me laugh so much because, yes, Vegas’s animal prints clashing with Pete’s boy-next-door energy is chef’s kiss. 🍷✨

Tawan as Teddy? Oh my god, OBSESSED. 🫠 The “annoying, boring, obsessed ex” trope fits so well, and the potential chaos of it is limitless. Also, naked Boyle/Pete workout scenes while Vegas just judges in his robe? Comedy gold. 💀

I totally see your point about Pol not having the right level of snark to be Terry, but now that you’ve explained the ghost friendship of Chay and Vegas, I GET IT. 👻 Them teaming up to force Kim to rest while he’s mumbling about ripping off Korn’s head? Hilarious and wholesome at the same time. And Kim on cold meds being unintentionally funny is such a mood. 😂

Namphueng as Karen clashing with Korn? YES, PLEASE. 🌿🖤 That dynamic would be such a fun contrast, though I can’t imagine Pat being a deadbeat either. But a dead-again Pat? LOL, I’m howling. 🤣

Also, just to clarify because I know some of y’all are curious: bottom Kinn, top Porsche, top Porchay, and bottom Kim. You’re welcome. 😉

This entire idea is so chaotic, heartfelt, and clever—it’s everything a crossover like this should be. Thank you for sharing your thoughts; you’ve inspired me so much! 🥹💖 Feel free to drop by anytime, anon—I love hearing your takes!

[immortalbutterflycos]

If the Marauders worked together in a fast-food restaurant (1): The Setup

Remus is the shift manager. He's the most responsible and he's able to stay the most level-headed when there's an issue with something or someone. Also, everyone in the store genuinely just really likes and respects him so his shifts are always running smoothly. The only thing that could potentially get him in trouble is the fact that he's in a relationship with Sirius. But they were already dating when they were hired on, and if anything, Remus is harder on Sirius because of it. Apparently, so long as they get their shit done and don't start making out on their shifts or anything, the company is willing to turn a blind eye to it.

Peter works in the grill. Like he's a fucking god back there. Do you need a sandwich done properly and quickly? Excellent. Pete's got it. No problem. He also just sort of takes things in stride. If there are a ton of orders on the screen, he just handles it efficiently with a cool and level head no matter how ridiculous the order may seem.

James is the main service person. Remus may be the manager, but James is the most personable of them all and the old ladies adore him and he knows his favorites all by name. Most of the time, if there's a problem, Remus isn't even needed because James can usually handle it with a smile. He does have his rare moments where he can't handle it and his anger gets the best of him and in moments like that, he gets Remus instantly because, and I quote myself here, "If he has to handle it, he's going to jail."

Sirius is cross-trained but prefers service. There are plenty of customers who adore him and some will even blatantly flirt with him. Remus will put him in the grill as a form of punishment if he starts getting a bit too snippy with the customers. He also does this when Sirius seems to flirt back. He definitely isn't the worst in the grill, but he doesn't hold a candle to Peter back there. He isn't bad at it in any sense, his heart is just never in it, and he tends to get really angry at a lot of the orders. Like, "Are you fucking kidding me? Why do they need four fucking double quarters?!"

The four of them on the same shift are the strongest and they could run the whole store with just them even through a massive rush. But while they are inarguably the best team, they also have a reputation for having the absolute most chaotic shifts in the company.

Hence, the purpose of this little series of mine! ^.^

**Featuring actual stories from working at Mcdonald's. I've been there for like 6 years. there's plenty there to go around lmao

[destinyc1020]

Confessions:

"Careful Anon, you're going to have Kaia's shooters all in up my inbox after me again lol. 😂 (as if we HAVE to like this girl)"

Gurl we know its just 1-2 fans 😅 they seem passionate about her, ill giv them that. I think she prob got burnt ojt by modeling n decided to act, problem is shes just nt a good actor. I think being on AHS really humbled her cuz gurl limited hee comments after that, even when Ryan Murphy said she had the "best audition" he kinda set her up

I also find it interesting that she seems to always b interacting wit her bf/ex-bfs ex gfs lmao. On her ig story she has a pic of her hugging cazzie david, both of them r petes exes (and this was a book event hosted by her/hee team). Shes interacted with Vanessa yrs ago, Joey, was friends with Olivia Jade and recently Z. Nt sure if its just cuz hollywood is just small af or shes delibertly interacting with them fir whatever reason. I was shocked by her/Darnell following each other bt 1 thing bout Kaia is she know how to network lol never knew she wuld get that close to Z tho

Gurl we know its just 1-2 fans 😅 they seem passionate about her, ill giv them that. I think she prob got burnt ojt by modeling n decided to act, problem is shes just nt a good actor. I think being on AHS really humbled her cuz gurl limited hee comments after that, even when Ryan Murphy said she had the "best audition" he kinda set her up

Yea, I'm sure she probably got burnt out by modeling, and maybe started to not really enjoy it anymore? 🤷🏾‍♀️ That profession seems STRESSFUL, and heavily looks-based. Acting can be that way as well, but at least I don't think people freak out if you gain 1.5 lbs or something lol. Kaia also probably realized that she didn't want to always have to continue to live in her mom's shadow for the REST of her life in her career. I mean, her mom was THE "It Girl" back in the supermodeling world. Always being compared to your mom, or being called "Look-alike" daughter of Cindy Crawford has got to after a certain point get kinda annoying?? 🥴

Sometimes, you just want to make a name for yourself...and I GET that. But like you said, the problem is, she's not a good actor. Which, in itself wouldn't be so bad if she were actually WORKING on it instead of just getting roles even when doing a bad job. 🥴 Most of us "regular people" don't get promoted in our jobs when we're doing a bad job. MOST of us just get FIRED!

I also find it interesting that she seems to always b interacting wit her bf/ex-bfs ex gfs lmao. On her ig story she has a pic of her hugging cazzie david, both of them r petes exes (and this was a book event hosted by her/hee team). Shes interacted with Vanessa yrs ago, Joey, was friends with Olivia Jade and recently Z. Nt sure if its just cuz hollywood is just small af or shes delibertly interacting with them fir whatever reason. I was shocked by her/Darnell following each other bt 1 thing bout Kaia is she know how to network lol never knew she wuld get that close to Z tho

I didn't know all of the stuff about the exes tbh... But I'm not surprised if she's trying to network. I think Hollywood is just a very small place. And yea, I know she and V used to interact at events, and she even used to like pics of Vanessa and Austin together that would be posted on Vanessa's IG YEARS ago. So yea...it does seem kinda weird that now she's dating him. Almost like she's had her eye on him this entire time... 👀🥴

[mrshipsmcgee]

1. Peter and partner go to see a movie for date night. Things a little handsy in the dark. 2. Peter has the ability to get almost anywhere in NYC. That leaves some unique places for sex to occur. Peter/partner have a check list of all the famous nyc landmarks to fuck on top of. Bonus points if its the statue of liberty lmao. 3. Possessive!Peter "teaches you a lesson" after watching u flirt for another dude for the sole purpose of making him jealous. hope one of these could inspire something!

Oh my gosh, I fell asleep - I’m sorry!! I choose all 3 for this lil sexy moment with Pete lol I apologize if it isn’t the best - I just really wanted to finish it before I left for work <3

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Summary: Peter has been slacking lately. Everything has just been so busy with Spiderman lately that he’s been missing things, or forgetting all together. One night when you decide to flirt with another person while on a date to make him jealous, Peter gets possessive and decides to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: smut central under the cut ;) and I didn’t proof read lol that’s the greatest warning of them all.

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Things have been tense lately between you and Peter. He had become almost unattainable because Spiderman had started to take up so much of his time.

No one talks about how strained your relationship can become when you’re boyfriend is an actual superhero. It’s a lot of long nights, missed calls and opportunities in the name of justice and crime-fighting. And you know he loves you, but jeez this has been going on for an entire month.

And your relationship was only four months old - so, that’s really not the best track record.

Peter surprisingly took you to see a movie in the park, hoping to figure out what had gotten into you lately. He noticed you were agitated and short when you would speak, which is out of character for you - you guys normally had riveting conversations that ended in laughter and merriment. But, something had changed. Things had started to get stale between the two of you, so Peter decided to take you on a date.

So, there the two of you sat - an old movie plays on the projector in front of you as you sat in a crowd of people on picnic blankets. Couples cuddled, kissed - hell, someone even got engaged. But you and Pete sat six inches apart from each other while he plays with his thumbs and you stare at the movie screen, not really wanting to even look at him.

You were an hour into the movie when Peter asked you, “what’s wrong, my love?” You let out an aggravated sigh. “Nothing, Peter.”

Peter.

He panicked, you never call him Peter. It’s always either, baby, babe, Pete - hell, even Petey is better than just Peter. Something was definitely wrong.

You shake your head, groaning as you stand, “I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

A few minutes had passed since you had left for the restroom when Peter spotted you from afar, some guy was talking to you. And you were laughing so loudly. Peter swallows, trying to breathe as he told himself that you probably knew the guy or something.

And then he sees the guy give you his phone, and you take it, quickly typing something and giving it back to him. You nod your head and laugh again, the guy laughs too - hard.

Peter feels anger rise up in him knowing you were flirting with another person right in front of him.

“That’s it,” he stands, stalking over to where you stood. He’s seamless as his large hand wraps around your arm, pulling you away from the conversation as he walks you away from the park, “We’re leaving. Now.”

“What?” You say breathlessly as Peter drags you away. “Why?”

“Because you’re fucking unfaithful,” he grits his teeth, you had never seen Peter like this. But you’re angry, too. You remember how terrible this past month has been and you hiss out, “Well, it’s hard to be faithful to someone that doesn’t show up anymore.”

Peter walks you into a dark alleyway and pushes you against the wall, his brown eyes angry and confused at your words. “Excuse me?”

“Oh what, Peter? Are you upset that I’m fucking lonely?” You ask, sarcastic as you shove him away from you. “You haven’t been around for an entire month and you think taking me to a fucking movie is going to help? That it will magically make me want to stay with you?”

He furrows his brows as he digests your words. He’s upset - no angry. Different emotions wash over his handsome face as he pushed you back against the brick wall of the alleyway. “Is that what you think of me? That’s so fucking selfish of you. I’m trying to stop crime in our community and you’re upset that I’m busy?”

“Fucking yes, Peter. I’m mad as hell,” you’re angry, gritting your teeth with every word. “And-.”

“And you are upset that I haven’t been around for the past month?” He asks even though he knows your answer. “There is a very very bad man out there that I’m trying to track down right now. He kills without remorse. He - he threatened to kill you. So I have to find him, I have to. And now, after this entire month of trying to protect you - you go and flirt with the first tall brute you can find to piss me off? What the fuck is that about?”

“Oh fuck you, Peter,” you hiss. “I’m sorry I’ve never dated a crime fighting hero before and I’m needy! I flirted with that dude because I wanted you to finally pay attention to me!”

“Fuck me?! Fuck you!” He yells, punching the wall beside you. “Whatever! Go flirt with that guy again, I’m sure he’ll be glad to have you!”

“Yeah - just fuck me, Peter! You’re such an asshole. Fuck you!” You yell, walking away from him. You can hear a web shoot and feel it extended around your wrist as Peter pulls you back into his arms. His brown eyes look into yours and he flashes you a smirk, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Before you can react Peter has thrown the two of you onto the roof of the building he had just had you pinned against. “How about instead of fighting I just fuck you senseless? Would that get you to shut the fuck up already? You’re so needy for me I bet that is just what you want. Do you want that? You want me to fuck you?”

You nod, not realizing you had Peter’s shirt in your tightened grip. He smirks, “That’s all you had to say, my needy baby.” Peter wraps his arms around you before he swings you through the city - dropping as he neared the Statue of Liberty.

“Peter, are we allowed to be up here?” You ask, clinging to him as you scanned the city. Gosh, you were high up. Peter walks himself into you, rubbing his erection into your ass to show what you’ve done to him.

“Now be a good girl and take your pants off so I can fuck you,” he whispers in your ear, his hand cupping your breast as you let out a gasp. You take your pants off, the wind hitting your most private parts as Peters hand finds it’s way to the curve of your hip, pulling you into his pelvis. He digs his nose into your neck.

Peter unzips his pants, pulling his warm cock from hiding and sliding it between your asscheeks. “You’re too short, I need to pick you up,” he grunts, picking you up with ease as he slides his precum soaked erection between your legs. You both let out soft moans as he rocks back and forth, gathering both of your juices for between lubrication.

“Are you going to flirt with other people again?” He asks as he slides into you, “Hm?”

You can’t speak as he slides further in, your wall squirming around his cock as he starts to fuck you. “You won’t flirt with anyone because you know that no one else can fuck you like this - yeah? No one else can fuck you whenever they want like I can. No one. You’re mine.”

You moan, feeling yourself beginning to unravel under his touch. “I’m going to cum, Pete.” “Then fucking cum, baby,” he growls as his hot cum shoots inside of you. “Cum for me.”

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[myoirv]

— why you and peter would break up

♡ — summary: the reasons why you two would break up

♡ — pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

♡ — warning: not that I'm aware of !!

♡ — word count: 1307

♡ — genre: angst !!

♡ — notes: sksks this is my first try at angst and writing for peter so i hope it turns out well lmao ; ; I'm not the best at writing so spare me lmaoansbgsvsbhn i have missed feelings abt this one and lowkey am embarrassed so :DD

he cant balance being spiderman and peter parker

at first, he would manage to make time for you, and it would be like that for a while.

of course, you eventually found out about pete being spiderman after a while so you didnt mind if you two couldn't spend time with each other as much

and the fact that peter was the sweetest boy you knew, you often forgave him quickly. supporting him in his daily patrols.

but eventually, the time apart would become longer and longer

he would miss dates frequently and important days for you

peter would become so immersed in his job that he just slowly forget about you

you knew he was out there saving lives, but you just wanted him for yourself just for a few minutes before the cycle of him pushing you away would start again

you knew it was selfish of you so you would often push away your feelings

weeks would go by like this, gradually getting worse and worse

it was inevitable you two broke up because of that, you accepted the fact that you two were just too different, how peter would never have the time to show you the love you wanted so badly.

it wasn't until he would miss the 4th date in a week, 10th date in a month that you would bring it up

'today at 5? we can meet up at the park, i promise I'll make it this time'

you stared at the text sent by peter 3 hours ago, tears building up as you sighed in disappointment. peter stood you up, again. you softly cried to yourself, feeling ridiculous sitting alone on a park bench at 8:37 pm

clutching the dress you had just gotten for this date, the makeup you spent an hour perfecting running down your face as you quietly cried. glaring at the messages you had sent peter previously asking if he would come or not.

you were so fed up with peter and his never-ending cycle of missing every chance you two had together. your stomach turned as you considered just ending it, finally accepting the fact that it won't work. no matter how hard you would try and no matter how many excuses peter would give you, spiderman always came first. it came first at your birthday, your first year anniversary, and when you needed him most.

you just wanted to be selfish for one moment, and have him all for yourself. no spiderman, no crime-fighting, nothing. just you and your boyfriend. 'spiderman' was preventing you from pursuing the relationship you wanted with peter and it was frustrating.

spending time with peter was all you could wish for, but each plan you two made together ended in him standing you up was breaking you each time.

you sighed as you finally got up from the bench, your mind set on what you needed to do. you were done with peters apologies and excuses, you were slipping away from him and he wouldn't even notice because you two would never spend time together.

your heels clicked on the floor as you walked down the sidewalk. internally complaining at your choice to wear heels today. the pain in your feet hurrying you as you walked to your apartment building.

you rubbed your nose, sniffling quietly as you slowly stopped crying. your tears finally all dried up over your now ruined makeup. smiling in relief as you finally made it to your apartment, hurrying up the stairs as your heels dug into your feet.

you mumbled curses to yourself as you opened your apartment door, sighing in relief as you slipped off your heels. silently roaming around your house before walking to your restroom. washing off your ruined makeup as you thought about what to tell peter.

overthinking every single outcome of each scenario u made in your mind as you got ready for bed. finally falling down in your duvet, you stared at the ceiling as you went over each special occasion peter missed. remembering how utterly ridiculous you felt after each time, the pitiful looks you'd get from strangers passing by or your close friends.

god, it was so embarrassing-

'tap tap tap'

you looked at your window in confusion, slowly getting out of your bed before walking to the window. grumbling your annoyance at who was there, you sighed before opening the window. watching as peter climbed through.

"hey y/n-" "where were you today peter?" you quickly cut him off, nervously tapping your foot on the carpet-covered floor as you waited for peters response. "i was out patrolling? why?" peter asked as he slowly walked towards you, only for you to step back.

"did you forget something tonight" you harshly asked, "a date maybe?" you watched as peter looked at you in confusion before his eyes widened in realization. "oh my god I'm so sorry" peter quickly mumbled nervously under your glare.

"you promised peter" you whispered, your tone suddenly sounding sad. your lips trembled as you tried to keep your composure, tears slowly building up. "i know I'm so sorry-" peter apologized, "I'll make it up to you i promise."

"god peter stop making promises you can't keep" you laughed to yourself. an eerie quietness quickly filled your room as peter stood there not saying a word. watching as peter nervously swayed from one foot to the other.

"i know I'm not the best at keeping up with stuff" peter mumbled, avoiding your gaze. "yea, I've gathered that" you harshly said, "it's easy too when your boyfriend misses all your dates basically".

"y/n i try but i have to help them!" peter replied, staring at your face, noticing the puffy red under your eyes. "you've been crying-" peter softly whispered. "of course i have peter! you've stood me up for what feels like the 100th time."

"do you even know how draining this is peter? whenever you stand me up i always feel so horrible, its like you don't love me anymore peter," you confessed, a feeling of weight lifting your shoulders. "of course i love you y/n," peter mumbled, his voice wavering.

"then why can't you make time for me peter?!" you asked. "i do y/n but's its hard with having to be spiderman," peter said, noticing your trembling figure. "god peter it doesn't even feel like we're dating," you mumbled as you wiped your tears away.

"i don't mind when you blow me off when you're saving someone peter- but could you at least tell me instead of ghosting me-... and its just the fact that even if you do have time for us you just brush it off, it feels like your not trying at all anymore. you've immersed yourself so much into being spiderman that you're pushing me away and i have no time to talk to you about this ever because you're never there!" you cried.

"y/n... i didn't know" peter mumbled guilty, walking towards you before pulling you into a hug only for you to pull away quickly. "that's cause you're never there peter" you laughed as tears fell down even more.

"i-" peter was quickly cut off by police sirens, red and blue filling your room. peter stayed quiet as he continued to gaze out the window, before looking at you. " y/n..." peter mumbled, slowly letting go of you, continuing to gaze out the window than at you.

"god just go peter," you rubbed your nose sniffling as peter stayed still for a moment before slowly walking towards the window. "y/n I'm really sorry-" peter quickly apologized, clutching his mask in his hand.

"just leave peter" you whispered. peter stared at you before pulling his mask over his head. closing your window softly before swinging away. leaving you.

all fics belong to @myoirv !! please do not copy my work <33

[viltrumitesuperboy]

Treat Them Right (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Last second decision cause it’s Valentine’s Day. Also it’s short but that’s not my problem lmao

Requested by: @iliumheightnights​ Can you please write a peter parker x male reader where peter keeps getting distracted thinking of a date and the avengers think it's a girl so they give him all of these tips on how to "treat a lady right" but then his boyfriend shows up. 

Word count: 1195

CW: mentions of reader as female

Any day Peter went to the tower, he was prepared for everything that could possibly go wrong. His table would explode, a supervillain would crash through the window, everything he worked on was deleted from his computer.

The worst one was when anyone he knew came to embarrass him in front of other people.

It was rarely a problem because he had little contact with other people when he was working. If he was going into another lab, he didn't worry so much that anything would go wrong because talking to other people kept him distracted from that worry. But someone embarrassing him in front of an Avenger? He might as well just die on the spot.

A week ago, his boyfriend had mentioned that it was going to be their one year anniversary since their first date. He was zoning out for parts of the day, both stressing over how he ever found someone so amazing and what he'd have to do to avoid disaster.

"Peter! Come here. I want you to meet someone."

He turned away from the scientists currently working on a project to see his mentor.

"Mr. Stark! Uh, I'm just finishing up here," he said.

"No worries. Come in, Bruce. No one's bite is worse than yours, I promise."

There was a quiet muttered complaint, and Peter turned back to the table to work on the hologram.

"Radiation is still dangerous, even as a source of energy. It might give the Hulk his powers, and probably Spider-Man — not that I would know, I've never met him. I mean, I could! Anyway, it doesn't mean it's not still dangerous. So keep that in mind when you're working with this stuff."

He made a vague hand gesture waving at the hologram that he definitely did not learn from Tony. Just as he started to head for the door, he was stopped by a voice.

"Hey, these are my papers! That's great. There's a section over here you might want to take a look at."

Peter then saw Bruce Banner swiping through a pdf that was on one of the holograms. He smiled up at Peter.

"Peter! I can't believe we haven't met yet. You're doing great work here," Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist and former refugee, said to Peter Parker, skinny nerd still in school.

"Uh. Thank... you..." Peter responded, a little starstruck.

Even after meeting Avengers personally, it was still a surprise to see them. The world made them seem untouchable, but Peter knew they weren't. Seeing any of them in person was like a fever dream.

"Kid, this is Bruce. Bruce, Pete. We have somewhere to go," Tony said suddenly.

"Oh, okay. Bye!" Peter managed to say before he was swept out of the room.

When they got in the elevator, Tony finally spoke.

"So, Peter! I heard something very important came up and you are gonna need to have a talking to."

"I'm gonna what?!" Peter squeaked.

Then he was in the sitting room. It was usually the most comfortable place on the tower's "Avengers" floors. Now it was the most terrifying situation he'd ever been in.

Every single Avenger (minus Tony) and friends were sitting in a semicircle around Peter. They all stared at him in silence. His eyes were wide open as he stared right back.

"Am I being inducted into a cult?" he whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You have an anniversary coming up," Natasha said from her standing position as she crossed her arms. "A year is very important, Peter."

"You need to plan this properly," Rhodes said.

"And if she's not happy with what you plan, expect us to be ten times as unhappy," Clint added.

Peter opened his mouth to correct him, but Steve cut him off.

"You know, I might have been born a while ago, but most important things you need to know are going to be from us. If you don't treat her right, she'd be the least of your worries," he said.

He glanced at Bucky, who was cracking his neck. His face said "murder." Peter shrunk in on himself.

"Where's Mr. Stark?" he asked.

"He's in a meeting," Natasha said.

"Okay," he meekly responded.

Thor shuffled in his comfortable seat on the sofa.

"My people treat their romantic partners as their equals. If one is too slow in courting a partner, their relatives will find it suspicious and will seek blood. But I'm sure that's not the case," the god said with a reassuring smile.

It was not reassuring.

"I don't want to inconvenience you or anything, but I don't know why I'm here. I thought I was just supposed to work on something with Tony," Bruce said.

"Banner," Natasha snapped. "Give him some advice and then you can leave."

"Uh, I don't know, flowers? Girls like that, right? Look, I'm busy. It was nice to meet you, Peter. I hope we get to work on something together."

He walked away. Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist, just told Peter that he wanted to work with him. For science stuff.

This was the best and worst day of his life.

"Okay, if you're going to a restaurant or anywhere that requires sitting at a table, you pull the chair out for her. And you make sure you check in, make sure she's comfortable," Sam said from his spot.

"You gotta make her feel like she's the only girl for you. And there's nothing better than personally bringing her somewhere that would mean a lot to the both of you," Bucky said.

"If your partner slaps you in the face, you think hard about what you did wrong," Thor absentmindedly mumbled, playing with some gadget he found on the coffee table.

"From what I've seen with Pepper and Tony, just don't be stupid. Be on time and make sure you do nice things for her," Rhodes said.

"I'd like to inform you that someone is coming up," FRIDAY chirped from the ceiling.

"Who?" Natasha snapped.

They all turned to see the private elevator open to reveal a boy. They readied their weapons, though Thor didn't seem too bothered. He swung the hammer around lazily.

"Uh... am I interrupting something?" you asked.

"Who are you? How did you get up here?" Rhodes demanded.

"I'm... here for Peter. Hey, you aren't, like, inducting him into a cult or anything, right?" you said.

"That's what I said!" Peter exclaimed.

He rushed away from the group into your arms, nearly toppling the both of you over. You held out a single flower, which he huffed and blushed at.

"Avengers, this is my boyfriend," Peter announced.

"That's unexpected," Steve said.

"I was saying 'partner' the whole time," Thor said. "None of you caught on."

"Are you ready, Peter? We've got somewhere to be," you said.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Peter automatically responded.

"Dude, if you do Spongebob in front of me one more time, I will take the flower."

"No!"

The elevator doors closed behind the both of you, leaving the Avengers to discuss the events themselves.

"I'm here," Tony said, entering the room with Pepper and Bruce. "Did I miss anything?"

[absolutebl]

Read your reply to my ask and damn you are so well versed in BL I would think you are in the film industry yourself! Also so nice to see someone else love Seven Days! Everyone keeps complaining it's ToO SlOw but so much Japanese media does that anyway...the long stares...the pining...the silent yearning...the drawn out confessions... Japanese BL, regular anime...even just straight Japanese drama... I believe in Seven Days supremacy anyway idc.

Haha anyway I forgot to add that I did watch We Best Loved and I really loved that one. I have watched HIStory Trapped too I totally forgot that I have seen BL from Taiwan.

Thank you so much for the recs! Going to watch them all and work my way up on getting a BL award from you too lmao.

(Also funny note I forced my mom to watch KinnPorsche with me... Her dialogue the whole time was practically "damn Porsche is so sexy I want to slap him - omg Kinn is so sexy I want to grab that ass - Vegas is so sexy - wait why is everyone gay? Yuki why is everyone gay? Pete is straight tho - Oh...he's gay too."

And here's a question for you! Out of Thai, Taiwanese, Japanese, Korean BL which do you generally enjoy more?

HAHAHAHAHA! I love your mom.

Yay! I am so excited you're gonna give some of those a go!

Out of Thai, Taiwanese, Japanese, Korean BL which do you generally enjoy more?

OOOOO what a doozie.

Japan is killing it these days, some GREAT stuff. It’s like they woke up in 2021 and were all ... “wait a minute, we started this, let’s show ‘em how it’s done, boys!” AND THEY HAVE. 

I’m nothing if not made loyal (Seven Days is my one true love). 

And when Japan is good it is really really good and when Japan is bad, it is sexy. But when Japan is really bad it is kissless or cockless, and that’s a rollercoaster that makes me scream. 

Japan just can’t be depended upon. Good for flings only. (Here’s me being silly about this: If You Dated BL) 

Korean BL is the most consistent, good production, great casting, and decent story (high concept for the win). It tends to earn over 7/10s from me, and also occupies the most 10/10 spots on my list. 

But the lack of high heat and any kind of queer rep makes me sad, and the treatments are, without question, too goddamn short. It’s past time they started giving us full length Kdramas. 

Taiwan is all over the place but for pairings and acting they tend to win hands down. 

They are the most queer friendly and have the most consistent chemistry, and if they only made MORE with better high concept stories, they'd be top of my list. 

But Thailand, they tend to produce the most and I have grown to really love the language. 

So if you FORCED me to choose, I’d probubly go back to my original obsession and chose them on the basis of quantity and range of offering, general rewatchability and those stellar kisses. We all got spoiled by Thai kissing.  

I did a country by country compare contrast thing here. 

(Meta post where i casually mention what I do IRL ;)

[mistressemmedi]

Okay bestie I need a run down of what's going on in kinnporshe

Not the main two guys they seem sappy and in love but the Vegaspete guys?? Was he torturing him?? And now their dating?? What's. What's going on there please tell me

Oh boy, it's like 50 shades of 🤪🫣😰🤯 right now

I'll put it under the cut due to spoilers and all

We need to dial back to a few episodes back where my man Porsche and his bf Kinn were living their best couple life until Kinn's trashy ex Tawan (who was supposed to be dead!!) showed up. Long story short, Porsche got framed and everyone thought he was a mole when really, it was Tawan working with Vegas to screw over Kinn.

One person who thought Porsche was innocent was my man Pete (beloved). Man's like "I will go in the den of the wolf and spy on Vegas to prove Porsche's innocence". He did just that but got caught in the process by the real mole.

Vegas, who is a bit of a freak with breathtaking anger issues (I'm being sarcastic here) came home after the big showdown when things went wrong and decided to take it out on Pete.

Good times were not had by all (well, arguments could be made there...) and Vegas continued to take out his anger on Pete in various creative ways, as Pete was the only target available.

Until Vegas took it a bit too far and Pete was on death's door. Don't know what switched in Vegas' head but he started freaking out, looking after Pete and started to be nice to him? Pete, the absolute freak he is (honorary) took one look at Vegas "Red Flag" Theerapanyakul and said "I can fix him" and treated his own torturer with kindness which ????? Absolute mad lad. Also it worked lmao.

Anyways there was a shift in dynamic which has me like 👀📝

Make no mistake, Vegas is a pathetic little thing. Man's out there killing and torturing for pleasure and a whole host of other issues, but... I am obsessed with the character? Kudos to the actor because he's doing a wonderful job in portraying so many sides of Vegas, and you cannot help but be drawn to him.

But also Pete is balls to the walls insane. Man is looking (respectfully) at torture sessions while mentally taking notes. He's volunteering to go on dangerous missions knowing he'll be killed if he's found out. Cackles like a maniac before his torturer tazes his family jewels. Offers free therapy and general empathy to said torturer when he's having a bad day. Refuses food that he doesn't deem to his standards even though he's been chained to a wall for days and hasn't eaten. And so much more. I am obsessed with him as a character, I tell you. Both actors are next level, especially in the last few episodes.

Anyways, I want to study Vegas and Pete like a bug.

So yeah, right now they are tentative friends? Not sure what's going on with them really. It's odd but I want more 😂

[elliesguitarstrings]

Could you please write an imagine where Peter always puts y/n second to Tony, ditching her all the time & she’s tired of it. One evening, they’re in his room & she’s unusually quiet so he asks her about it. She tells him what’s on her mind but he denies it, thinking they’re ok. As they continue to talk, Tony calls & he immediately answers. Y/n just sighs & silently slips out intending on going home. When Peter notices that she’s left, he finally realizes y/n’s concerns & manages to catch up to her & apologizes for how he’s treated her. Sorry if it’s too specific 💖

thank you for the request hun! this turned out a lot longer than i expected lmao

warnings: language, angst

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The past five months with Peter have been bittersweet. You love him, and he’s definitely expressed that he loves you, but sometimes it feels like you aren’t his number one priority. You understand that he has other duties, being a superhero and all and you’ve tried your best to respect that. But him being a superhero isn’t the problem exactly. It’s what comes with it. Aka Tony Stark.

Peter not only looks up to Tony as a father figure, he practically worships him like a god. He’s flaked out on dates, missed anniversaries, and constantly declined calls from you, all because of “Mr. Stark.” It’s always “Mr. Stark needs me to do this,” or “Mr. Stark told me to do that,” or “guess what Mr. Stark and I talked about today!” and frankly, it’s pushing you over the edge.

You don’t want to break up with Peter, you love him a lot. Plus, he’s already going through enough shit right now, a breakup is probably the last thing he needs. But you don’t know what else to do at this point. Why even bother trying to be in a relationship with him if he barely pays attention to you?

You’re in Peter’s room studying as you are every day after school, and he’s going on another one of his excited rants about the new tech Tony added to his Spiderman suit. Usually you would at least try to listen to what he’s saying and add a few comments, but today you don’t have the energy. So you just start on your homework while he rambles on. 

He finally notices that you aren’t paying attention and stops mid sentence. “Hey, you’re unusually quiet today, what’s up with you?”

You sigh, not really wanting to get in a fight with him right now. “Nothing Pete, I’m fine. Just a little tired that’s all.”

He closes the textbook you have sitting open on your lap and throws it off the bed. You shriek, “Hey, what the fuck was that for?” You didn’t mean to yell, but given your already exasperated mood, it came out a little more harsh than you intended.

Peter doesn’t seem phased though. “Come on, I know there’s something going on. Just tell me. You know you can tell me anything, right?” he pleads.

“Peter, I already told you. I’m fine.” you insist.

“I know that look Y/N, you’re not fine. So tell me what’s up.”

You know he won’t drop it until you tell him, so you decide to just let it out. “Fine, you want to know what’s up, I’ll tell you what’s up. For the entire time we’ve been dating it feels like I’m not your number one. But you know who is? Tony fucking Stark. I’m putting my full effort into this relationship, giving my full attention to you. And I assumed you would do the same for me, but whenever Tony Stark calls, you drop everything and do whatever he says. I get that he’s a mentor to you, and I get that you look up to him, but I’m your girlfriend Peter. You aren’t giving me even half the attention you give to Tony, and it really fucking hurts. And most of the time it feels like I’m just getting in the way of your superhero duties and shit and it would just be easier for you if we weren’t together.”

Peter stares at you, dumbfounded, as if he’s been completely oblivious to what he’s been doing the whole time. And to be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if he has been. He scoots closer to you on the bed, taking his hands in yours. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I had no idea you felt that way. But I promise that you mean just as much, or more, to me than Mr. Stark. And you’re definitely not getting in the way, I love you so much, and I would hate it if we weren’t in a relationship.”

“You swear?” 

“I swear. I love you so fucking much Y/N.” he pauses, “How about I make it up to you by taking you on a date tonight? Does that sound good?” he smiles.

“Yeah, that sounds great. Let me just finish up this assignment and then we can go. But can we just go to like, Delmar’s or something not super fancy because I don’t feel like changing.” you laugh.

“Sure, whatever you want baby.”

You pick up your books, a little more relieved about the whole situation. At least he apologized and owned up to his mistake, so it was a start. You two continue to talk as you finish your work, Peter mindlessly scrolling through his phone and occasionally helping you with an equation if you need it. 

You finally finish the agonizing assignment, “Alright Peter, ready to go?”

“Yeah! Let me just grab-” his phone starts to ring. You look at the screen to see that of course, it’s the one and only Tony Stark. 

He picks up after the first ring. Not even bothering to ask if it was okay if he took the call quickly. This just makes everything worse. After the whole conversation you just had, after pouring your heart out to him about your feelings, he still doesn’t seem to give a shit.

You slump back down on the bed, waiting and waiting for Peter to finally get off the phone. You watch as his face lights up, talking to Tony about some new formula for his webs. His face never lights up like that when he’s talking to you.

By now it’s been at least thirty minutes of Peter rambling to Tony about stuff that you can’t even begin to understand. By the time he gets off the phone, Delmar’s will probably be closed and there won’t be any more reservations available at any other restaurants near you. You silently gather up your books and get up off the bed. Peter is facing away from you, repeatedly pacing back and forth around one side of his room, so he doesn’t notice when you quickly slip out the already open door. 

As soon as you leave his room, the tears start threatening to come out, and it isn’t until you finally slam his front door and start running down the stairs that they finally roll down your cheeks. As soon as you reach the landing of the stairs, you fall to the ground, violent sobs leaving you as you bury your face in your hands. You love this boy, you’re giving your entire heart and soul to him, while he’s on the phone with his fucking lord and savior Tony Stark, not even noticing that you’re gone.

You hear a door open and close on the floor above and you quickly try to compose yourself. The last thing someone wants to see is a teenage girl having  a breakdown in the stairwell of their apartment building. But you aren’t fast enough. You hear them coming down the steps and stopping behind you. You’re too embarrassed to open you eyes or show your face, so you say, “Sorry, just go around. I, um, fell down but I’m okay.”

You feel a hand touching your shoulder and you take your hands away from your face, opening your puffy eyes slightly to see the person standing next to you. And you’d recognize those old, warn sneakers anywhere. It’s Peter.

“You fell? Are you okay? Y/N I’m so sorry this is all my fault I’m such a jerk and I’m so stupid. I never should have picked up the phone and I realized it as soon as I answered the call but it seemed really important so I didn’t want to hang up but now you’re hurt and I feel so terrible-”

You cut him off, “Peter I’m fine. I didn’t fall. I was just crying.” you say bluntly, not meeting his gaze.

“Well I’m glad you’re not hurt but that still doesn’t make me feel much better. Because I know you’re crying because of me.”

“Yeah Peter, I am crying because of you. And I think you know why.” you sniffle, tears still streaming down your cheeks. “I really, really don’t want us to end Peter. But if you’re going to keep ignoring me and putting me second to Tony then I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” you cry, still keeping your gaze on the floor.

“Y/N no, please no.” Peter pleads. He cups your chin and brings your face up to meet his. “Look at me Y/N, because I need you to hear this. I’m in love with you, and I know like lately it probably doesn’t seem like it, and that’s all my fault. I feel terrible, but I’m just so scared that I’m gonna disappoint Mr. Stark. He already took my suit away once, and I can’t afford to lose it again.” He sighs, noticing he’s getting off track. “But I can’t afford to lose you either. You’re so fucking important to me, and I need you. I need you more than that suit, more than Mr. Stark, fuck, I need you more than anything in the world. I know that I’ve been a dick and I haven’t proved that I love you as much as I do. And you have every right to break up with me, so I won’t stop you if you do.” His thumb strokes your cheek, wiping your tears away. “But I just needed you to know that. I needed you to know how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”

“I’m not gonna break up with you Peter,” you say softly. He sighs in relief, but you continue. “But that doesn’t mean you’re forgiven either. I love you so much, and I know you love me, but from now on you need to put in more effort into this relationship.”

“I will, I promise. Mr. Stark actually asked me if I could stop by the compound today, but I, um, I said no because I promised to take you out. And I told him not to call me for the rest of the week unless it’s an absolute emergency.”

You smile, “Thank you Peter. That’s definitely a start.”

He smiles and helps you stand up, you calming down a little more. “I think Delmar’s is still open if you still want to go.” he states.

“Honestly, I think I’d rather just stay in with you.” 

“That’s fine baby, whatever you want. And again, I’m really really sorry, I can’t say it enough how terrible I feel about all of this. I love you and I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise.” he takes your hand as you walk back up to his apartment.

“I know Pete, and I love you too, always remember that.”

[marvelslut16]

Oblivious

Prompt number: 18 “you don’t see it?”

Fandom: Saturday night live? Pete Davidson?

Paring: Pete Davidson x reader 

Rating: T

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: An asshole cheater. Mentions of Ariana Grande (yes that’s a warning- don’t come for me). Swearing. Mentions of slight sexting- just mentions boobs nothing graphic. Mentions rehab. Slightly angsty ends fluffy.

A/N: So I broke my one rule and wrote for an actual person. Pete Davidson is precious and doesn’t deserve the hate he gets. I was also almost hella basic because I was so close to titling this the king of Staten Island. Anywho, the cheating scum part of this story happened to me and I immediately thought Pete would never do this to me- so I wrote this lmao. I think my love for the Knicks seeped into this story a bit. 

You had been talking to a guy for close to three months now. You thought he was charming, and sweet, and he was built like a god! You’re friends were a little weary, none more than Pete, when you admitted you hadn’t met up with the man yet. Their faces would go from being happy for you to pitting you instantly. But you knew you weren’t being catfished, you video called with Henry multiple times a week. While Henry wasn’t your first choice, he never would be, you were starting to see a future with him. 

But that vision went to shit with one simple text. You had gotten a new bra, maroon and lacy, and boy did it make the girls look good! Feeling a little flirty in your new bra, you texted a picture to Henry to be a little tease while he was at work. Almost instantly you got a text back, and it read; ‘shit baby, you’re tits are way better than my girlfriends!’ with multiple heart eye and drooling emojis to follow. 

You had never felt more embarrassed in your life! And that’s saying something considering Pete makes jokes about you on SNL and in his standup routines, all approved by you beforehand of course. You had met Pete years ago, while he was scrawnier than he is now, had a lot less tattoos, and right when he was just starting SNL. You had bumped into him on the sidewalk while trying to catch a cab in the pouring rain, you expected to be yelled at with a thick New York accent for what felt like the millionth time that day, but it never came. Instead Pete hailed the cab for you but not before exchanging numbers and promising to show you around since you had just moved to the city for college. 

After showing you around the next day, you were surprised when he continued to text you for the next month. To pay him back for his generosity you took him to see a Knicks game, lucky for you your dormmate had a fight with her boyfriend so she sold the tickets to you for dirt cheap. The seats weren’t great, all the way up in the nosebleed section, but you were in Madison Square Garden watching the Knicks! Pete was pleasantly surprised by you when you could name the players and you actually knew how the game was played, unlike girls he had dated. Of course before you left the arena you had to splurge and got yourself a Carmelo Anthony jersey! 

Many years and Knicks games later you’re still friends with Pete. You’d call him your best friend, but you know Colson is his even if he claims it’s you when you’ve asked in the past. You’d be by Pete’s side every time he admitted himself into rehab- making sure you were there to pick him up when he got out. You had been there to pick up the pieces after Ariana- hell you were picking them up when they were still together. You were beside him every time he got bullied off his social media by stupid haters or little Ariana stans after they broke up. He made sure to be at your graduation, and he was there to rant to when you had a bad day at work. Pete was there to hold your hand when you got your first tattoo, which he wanted to pick out for you but you refused. Pete was there to pick up your pieces when a guy hurt you, like right now. 

You’re in his basement, curled into his right side, his right arm slung securely over your shoulder, his fingertips making soothing trails up and down your arm. You had convinced him to watch an old episode of SNL- before he was on it, but new enough that Kate McKinnon and Bill Hader were on it together. You snuggle further into his warm side and let out a content sigh. 

“You were too good for him, (Y/N/N),” Pete finally brings up the elephant in the room. You had hoped that watching an episode of SNL would put the ‘you deserve better than him, he’s just scum,’ talk Pete gives you every time you go through a break up.

“If I was too good for him, then I’d still be with him,” you murmur a line from the movie clueless into his baby pink sweatshirt covered chest. 

“None of these guys deserved you, (Y/N/N),” Pete says sternly, you roll your eyes not in the mood for him to tell you how amazing you are but not make a move on you, yet again.

“Pete, stop,” you pull away from his chest, his arm falling off you as you scoot to the front of the cushion. “I really don’t want to have this conversation again, no matter how many times you tell me I still won’t believe you. I should get going, don’t want to miss the last ferry back to the city.”

“(Y/N), please, wait,” Pete’s skinny fingers wrap around your wrist as you stand and go to walk towards the door. “We just ordered pizza, just stay the night.”

“I can’t Pete,” you whisper, staring down at your sock covered feet, you had gotten Pete to take better care of his hardwood floors by convincing him to have a no shoe policy. “Give some pizza to your mom and your sister.”

“You’re off tomorrow, you originally planned on staying,” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his voice was laced with hurt and disappointment. “Why won’t you stay now?”

“I can’t keep doing this Pete,” loud laughing coming from the studio audience on the now forgotten episode of SNL only seems to be mocking you and your feelings. “Every time you tell me how amazing I am and you don’t- it’s just hard to believe when no one seems to agree with the sentiment.” 

“You don’t see it?” his voice is soft, he stands from his seat, getting momentarily stuck in the blanket that was draped over your laps. “You really don’t see it,” this time it’s not a question, it’s a statement. 

“See what Pete?” he lets go of your wrist to spin you around to face him. 

“That I’m in love with you,” his eyes shine in sincerity, but they aren’t what you’re focusing on. “That I have been since that first Knicks game!”

“You don’t love me,” your voice shakes as you stare at the heart that was once Ariana’s bunny ears peaking out above his left ear. You reach up and gently trace your finger over the heart. “You’ve dated models, and movie stars. You were engaged to Ariana, even after you knew she didn’t want us to be friends. Because she didn’t trust me. You didn’t love me Pete, you chose her, and yet I was still there to pick up the pieces after you ignored me for months, because I love you. Because I didn’t care how much I was hurting, I knew I had to be there to make you feel better, to be able to see your smile again.”

“I was settling for Ariana!” he grabs your cheeks so you can’t look away. “I thought I could get her to warm up to you, I’ve never wanted you out of my life (Y/N)! You were with Eric at the time, it hurt like hell to see you that happy with someone that wasn’t me! So I proposed to Ariana because Eric bragged that he had a ring for you! But then you guys broke up and I couldn’t just break up with her right after I proposed.”

“Eric did propose, I said no and broke it off,” you smile sadly. “He, like Ariana, didn’t want us to spend time together, so I dumped him. All of the guys eventually realize they’re second to you, so they either break up with me or ask me not to see you anymore. And I was selfish every single time, I hurt them so I could be happy with you in my life.” 

“Fine, you want the truth?” Pete asks, and you nod. “It wasn’t the Knicks game. I knew I wanted to date you that night. But the first time I knew I loved you was when you came with my mom to pick me up from rehab the first time after we were. You didn’t run far away from me, you still wanted to be around me and you put up with my shit. Everyone leaves when I go to rehab, they think I’m too much to handle.”

“Well I don’t! I never have Pete!” you’re crying by now. 

“I know! Fuck, you’re too damn perfect for me (Y/N). I convinced myself for so long you were too good for me, that you couldn’t love me,” you don’t know how to verbally respond, so you do the first thing that comes to your mind. 

You grab the back of Pete’s neck and pull him into a kiss, it’s all teeth and tongue. The passion sends jolts of electricity through your body, a wave of giddiness rolls over you as you realize that this is really happening. You’re really kissing Pete, he really loves you too. As the kiss continues it becomes slower and more gentle, both of you want this feeling to last as long as it can. When you finally pull back, lungs burning and desperately in need of air, the feeling of his lips linger on yours. 

“I do love you, (Y/N/N). There’s never really been anyone else,” he caresses your cheek and gently brushes his lips on your forehead. 

“I love you too Pete,” you lean in for a peck, which he quickly deepens. You pull away giggling, “so much.”

Permeant tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen​ @rexorangecouny​

[peteysgf]

𝗼𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮 | 𝗽.𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :  y/n is on a phone call and doesn't even realize that peters class is with him, and she does what she normally does with peter. (Couldn't come up with a better summary lmao)

↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : peter x Avenger/fem/gf reader

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : y/n and peter are 17, profanity (watch your profanity)

↳ 𝐚/𝐧 : This came to me while I was drinking iced tea and reading field trip fanfics (They are seriously addicting).  So yea, hope you like it! I’m not quite fond of this one but whatever, hope you like it, feel free to critique and tell me what I can do better !

↳ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the "---" will be signaling the switching of Y/n and Peter's perspectives. (Does that make sense? It sounds like it doesn't.) 

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k 

--Ok quick backstory, you were an avenger. You inherited your powers after you touched the power stone. So essentially, you basically are the power stone, but your not a stone because you are a human. You were one of the youngest avengers and were very popular among the teens. 1 because you were very powerful- like stronger than Wanda powerful- and 2 because you were really pretty. And when I mean pretty, I mean pretty. So naturally, Peter was very attracted to you. It was not even the fact that you were gorgeous but, it was the fact that your personality was incredible as well. All the avengers loved you, you were like their hot little sister. Although, Peter liked you more than the avengers did (winkity wonk). He asked you on a few dates and now you're boyfriend and girlfriend. Although no one knew.  Ned, MJ, and The Avengers being the only exception. They only found out because they caught you two kissing. They relentlessly and shamelessly teased the heck out of you two. Backstory over. Now on with your regularly scheduled programming :)-- 

It all started on Monday, when Peter told you that his class was having a field trip to the tower on friday. You were typing up a monthly report that you had to send to fury, so you weren't really paying attention.  

You just responded with, "really? that's cool or whatever." 

Peter gasped, "cool? that's COOL?!? It's not cool! everyone is going to embarrass the shit out of me!" 

You were multitasking so you only caught a bit of what he said. 

"No they're not, they have a quick 3 day mission to destroy that one hydra base that they found in the mountains or something like that."  

Peter let out a sigh of relief, "really?" 

"Mhm" you responded absentmindedly.

"Please don't embarrass me Y/n. I love you, and I know that it's kinda your job to embarrass me, but please." 

"Yea, sure, whatever you say Pete." Is all you responded with while typing away at your computer. But you being you, you forgot.

~Time skip to Friday~

Peter was on the bus and he wanted nothing more  than to disappear. The only thing that stopped him from jumping out a window was Flash.

Flash was saying things like, "I'm going to expose your fake internship Parker!" "Can't wait to meet your best friends the Avengers!" "We're finally going to meet your boss Tony Stark!"

If only Flash knew, that the Tony Stark was his father. Oh well, at least Flash would stop teasing him about the internship. Peter was hoping that he would be able to get through this field trip without having to reveal any secrets. Although, his parker luck had other plans... 

---

You were on a phone call with Shuri, when F.R.I.D.A.Y told you that peter had entered the building. You were curious as to why he was here at 12:02 on a Friday afternoon. Nonetheless you continued your phone call with Shuri and decided you would go check on him in half an hour.

---

Peter was relieved you helped him hack into F.R.I.D.A.Y's system and change his clearance level to one of a regular interns, and for it to say "Peter Parker" instead of "Peter Stark." He didn't want to explain to his class why he had access to the whole tower and was a Stark. Not yet at least. It had actually been a really good day so far. He texted his dad to find out that they were still on the mission, Flash stopped teasing him a bit after the majority of the interns and scientists recognized him, and he was relieved when F.R.I.D.A.Y had told him that you were on a phone call. Just when he thought that the rest of the day would go smoothly, he heard gasps from his classmates. He turned around only to find your beautiful self walk into the cafeteria they were at.

--- 

You were still on the phone call with Shuri when you saw that Peter had walked into the cafeteria. You looked to your left and saw his lunch sitting there on the table. You sighed before you smiled to yourself and got up to go get him food in the cafeteria. Mr. Stark had given you unlimited access to all the food there because you always ended up getting food for Peter. Unfortunately, Peter didn't believe in eating 3 meals a day. He just ate whenever he was about to pass out of hunger or when you brought him food.

You decided to get him McDonald's. 1 because it was the first thing you saw, and 2 because Brenda, the girl who worked there, already memorized your order.

"Hey Y/n, the usual?" She asked in a cheery voice.

"You know it!" You said with a smile.

"Huh? No not you Shuri, I'm getting Peter food."

Brenda just smiled and started your order. It consisted of 5 cheeseburgers, 3 large fries, a large coke, two 20 piece chicken nugget boxes, and 3 Big Macs. Damn peter, you eat too much, You thought to yourself. Yet you still manage to look so fucking hot all the time. (You can't tell me you weren't thinking that too.)

Shuri was coming to the compound on Sunday and you had planned to work on upgrading the Avengers weapons. You, Peter, and Shuri were going to do that and hopefully brainstorm ideas for new weapons. You and Shuri were currently thinking of what you were going to need material wise, when Brenda handed you the bags of food. 

"Thanks Brenda!" You said before walking towards Peters direction.

You were so focused on the materials you were going to need, that you didn't notice the room of teenagers that were looking at you with their mouths wide open. How? I don't know. But you didn't.

---

When you walked in, even Peter gasped. He had been dating you for 2 years, but he was still shocked by your beauty. He couldn't believe that you had actually taken interest in him, especially now. You were wearing a dark blue skirt with a black turtle neck and some black Vans slip-ons. He liked how you could turn a casual outfit into something really stunning. He looked around the room at all the shocked faces. Ned looked starstruck and even MJ had looked up from her book, which was a rare sight. He chuckled, before looking back at you. When he saw the food in your hands he smiled. He hadn't even realized he was that hungry.

He watched as you walked over, sat down next to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and gave him his food. You were still on the phone call with Shuri and he was listening in.

He heard Shuri on the other line, "Okay so give me the list of the material you don't have access to."

You tapped your Stark watch and read the materials from the hologram blueprints that you brought up. 

You turned to Peter to make sure you didn't forget anything, "Tell her to bring 11 gallons of molten vibranium." (Is that even possible? I searched it up, but all I got was how to measure a gallon 🤷🏽‍♀️)

"Oh of course! You heard that, right Shuri?" You asked.

"Yup, I think that's everything. Can't wait to see you on Sunday, bye!" and with that Shuri hung up.

"Damn, didn't even let me say goodbye" you said while turning to Peter.

"Hey hun" he said before kissing the top of your head.

The perks of him being 3 inches taller then you.

You stole a fry from him before saying, "Hi, so why are you here early babe? It's only 11:30 you should be at school."

"Oh my gosh I totally forgot about that." He then looked around while you looked confused. 

"Forgot about wha-" you stopped mid sentence as you finally saw what he was looking at. A class of 17 year olds was looking at the two of you with their mouths wide open.

Peter gulped, "looks like we'll have to tell them."

The initial shock of all the teenagers staring at you hadn't worn off yet so you just said, "oh sugar honey iced tea..."

[petersasteria]

Hey I wondering if you could do something with the beauty and the beast theme song with peter parker? Than love your writing!

Yes, I could! Thank you, honey x

Beauty and the Beast - Peter Parker

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞"

Aged up bc why not and bc it’s a recurring theme on my works lmao

Peter was glad that today was his day off from work. Not the Spider-Man gig, of course. He could never take a day off from that despite it being tiring. He was working at Stark Industries during the day and today’s his day off.

He didn’t know what to do for today because it’s his first official day off. Tony and Pepper suggested that he should take a day off from work because he’s been so tired lately and they didn’t want him to be overworked.

So his agenda today was going grocery shopping, having lunch with May (they don’t live in the same apartment anymore), and cleaning up his apartment. With all those in mind, he got out of bed to get ready for the day.

Going grocery shopping as an adult is boring compared to grocery shopping as a kid. The only perks an adult has is that they can get whatever they want without their parents or guardians telling them no. Peter missed the days where he used to sit in the cart and May would push it while getting the things they need.

Peter was busy checking two different brands of cereal when he felt someone else’s cart lightly push him causing him to stumble a bit. Peter was just going to shrug it off and not pay any attention to it when all of a sudden-

“Oh my g- Peter Parker?!”

He quickly turned his head and saw you; his first serious relationship. Both of you dated for four years. Basically your entire college life. Unfortunately, future plans change all the time and both of you decided that it’d be best to let go of each other. It hurt a fuck ton, but it is what it is.

He smiled at you and his eyes caught sight of a little girl next to you. He frowned a bit, but he covered it up with a fake smile, “Is she yours?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, she’s my niece. I’m babysitting her today.” You looked at your niece and told her to get three snacks for herself and with that, the little kept herself busy.

“How’ve you been, Pete? I haven’t seen you since...” You trailed off.

‘Since the break up.’ Peter thought. He wanted to say it out loud, but decided against it.

You lightly shook your hand and waved your left hand as if telling Peter to not mind what you just said. Thankfully, Peter’s always been good at reading you, so he just shrugged with a smile letting you know that he understood.

“I’ve been good, and you?” Peter asked as he put back the two cereal boxes on the shelf. You did a ‘so-so’ hand gesture and smiled. “What brings you here?” You asked.

“...Grocery shopping.”

“Oh, right! I’m so stupid. I’m-”

“You’re not stupid, Y/N.” Peter said. “You probably asked because you don’t see me here in this particular store.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m just surprised because I’m at this store a lot so...”

Peter grinned, “Well, today’s my day off and I decided to start my day with grocery shopping. Then I’ll meet aunt May for lunch and then I’ll go home to clean my apartment.”

Your face lit up when he mentioned May and you asked how she was doing. 

“She’s alright! She’s still with Happy which is still kind of weird, but she’s living in pure bliss and that makes me super glad.” Peter answered truthfully. Then, a short moment of silence occurred.

You and Peter looked at the shelf in front of you and grabbed the things you needed. Peter glanced at you as you grabbed a few boxes of breakfast bars and one box of Y/Fave/Cereal. He turned to getting a box of oatmeal and said, “She misses you, y’know? May, I mean.”

You looked at him and said, “Really?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I miss you too.”

“I miss you too, Peter.” You smiled sadly.

“Well, I have to go now. It was nice seeing you, Y/N.” Peter said and gave you a tight-lipped smile. 

“We can meet up sometime.” You blurted out. “Only if you want that, of course.”

“I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to catch up with you.” Peter grinned. Both of you swapped phones to type each other’s numbers on it and gave it back.

“See you around, Y/N. Text me.” Peter said with a smile and pushed his cart forward as he left the aisle. He wasn’t that far yet when he felt someone tug his jacket. He looked down and saw your niece.

“Hi!” Peter said cheerfully.

“Aunt Y/N told me to give you this. She said that you forgot to get your cereal.” The little girl put the box of cereal in his cart and skipped back to you. Peter looked at the box and sure enough, it was the cereal both of you ate back when you were still dating. On the box was a sticky note that made Peter smile and turn around to look at you. You looked back at him with a small smirk on your face and winked. Peter chuckled and went to the counter to pay for his things. The last thing he put on the checkout counter’s conveyor belt was the cereal. He took the sticky note off and read it again. He smiled to himself knowing that there’s a chance that both of you might try your relationship again.

“Don’t forget to buy our cereal, hun.”

* * * *

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[plounce]

i’ve been on tumblr since i was 14, in 2011. i have changed a lot, grown up, calmed down, and matured in my views over that length of time. there are (goes and checks) 133k posts on this blog! it’s an archive of my adolescence. i do not endorse every single post that has been on this blog in the last decade lmao. i have no idea what kind of posts dumb teen me reblogged, and to delete everything would be a shit ton of work that i don’t feel that i have to do. if you’d like some disclosure i’ll confess that i was a bit of a liberal when i was a kid (and am now way lefter) and i was into some stupid fandoms (hetalia and bandom, for example) and back in 2014 i reblogged a couple dumb posts about mogai discourse, but i was never like. a blatant mega-racist or nazi shithead or terf or abusive drama kinnie or “””pro-shipper”””. i don’t think there’s a ton of skeletons in my closet beyond ones that are a little embarrassing since i was like 15. i’ve tried to delete some stuff (like from when i was into fall out boy when i was 17, since i have been a pete “dated a high school girl when he was 23 and wrote lyrics about wanting to choke her” wentz hater since i was 18) but obviously i can’t get everything because tumblr’s search function is dogshit.

i’m not gonna like... talk about myself much on cc because it has a fucking massive audience and again, i really really value my privacy - i get really uncomfortable when strangers act like they’re my friend and know me. it’s a personal thing. my boundaries are important to me.

i also don’t talk about my main on cc because there are selfies from me when i was 15 on here, and while i like having this blog as an archive for myself, i’m not up for it being there for mass public consumption! so i keep them pretty separate.

i’m just sort of rambling now. anyway. i assume there’s at least one teenager reading this right now. hi! continue hanging out in your space. that’s your business. you are doing your best to be your best person and that gets easier in a certain way when you get older.