#peteys blocked view

[severely-nearsighted]

X - X - X / O - X - O / X - X - X

michie + blue/gold stims for @inprisonforsparkling !!

[sundewhasaudhd]

Happy late Thanksgiving everyone. Hope everyone with conservative relatives stayed safe, and I hope anyone spending Thanksgiving alone still had a good time

So, because Thanksgiving was two day ago, I thought I’d introduce you to the concept me and my friend “made”, Thanksgiving in the Black and White. The basic premise is, the Lords in Black hear about Thanksgiving, and their all like “that sounds neat, we’re doing that, like, right now” (it’s some random day in March by the way). So, they teleport their blorbos into the Black, convince Webby to come and bring her found family (Holloway, Duke, Lex, Ethan, Hannah, Sophia, and Daniel), and then chaos ensues from there. The presence so based on this post by @toringo (go check out all of his Hatchetfield stuff btw, it’s amazing, really great for Wilbur x Wiggly shippers)

So yeah, here’s the first page of art (I’m gonna make more after this post)

Ok, so this first one requires a bit of explanation, basically Ethan is quoting a Danny Gonzalez video that I quote CONSTANTLY, (8:26 into this video)

No explanation needed

Duke was trying to make Holloway feel better about her past choice in partners (but I must say, also must as I love Wilbur, Webby’s kinda spitting facts)

Part two after I eat dinner

(Also, if yall can’t read my handwriting, please tell me so I can type them on the post)

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[biologyologyy]

Me btw if you even care at all

[victoriawaterfield]

claudia save me. poison hazbin hotel is shaping up to be my most streamed song. hell on earth.

ough i'm so sorry ali...

[intheconflux]

[ GAME OF CHANCE, DAY 5: Tinky rolls a 1 on the die— ]

[ Uh oh. ]

[As the group is about to turn a corner, Reese steps into view and blocks their path. Beside her are Kyle and Brenda, looking... different.]

REESE: C'mon, Petey, stop running. We're going to make a playground of this town. Doesn't that sound fun?

REESE: And you... you can play with us forever. Whatever life you want to live, we can make it happen. I can be your best friend. Kyle can be your rival, or your boyfriend, or whatever you want him to be.

REESE: We're yours. Forever and always.

REESE: So let us make toys of your friends, Petey. It doesn't hurt. Steph knows that already, doesn't she?

[Pete is frozen. Why is she talking to him, like he's so special? Why are her eyes glowing? And why does her voice sound like something else is speaking with her?]

[Steph clenches her fists. She's not usually one for brute force, but the way Reese is talking to Pete... it makes something ugly simmer in her gut. She barely notices Reese calling her out. Her friends are more important.]

[Max, standing at the front of the group, frowns as Reese steps closer and closer. He took a vow against violence months ago, and despite the life-or-death appearance of this situation, he doesn't want to go back on his word. But he will protect his friends at any cost.]

[Grace looks between their three adversaries. Reese, a cheerleader. Kyle and Brenda, nerds. Gears start spinning in her head, rapidfire thoughts coming to a conclusion as Reese stops directly in front of Max. Suddenly, she has a realization.]

[bravetimetravellingaussie]

And it feels like home

Chapter 3

Summary: Peter's reached the casa de pool

Warnings: foul language as always, threats of violence

Peter was practically buzzing as he followed Dopinder up the stairs of the apartment block.

Dopinder stopped in front of a door with the number 69 on it and knocked. Peter glanced back. They'd passed 27 and 28, this door should be 29, but before he could ask, the lock clicked and the door swung open.

Peter's spider sense sent him flinching back, flattening himself against the wall next to the door.

"What the fuck do you want, Dopinder? You better have a good answer or so help me God you will be eating through a straw for the next month," a voice growled, grumbled almost, it seemed just barely restrained, almost like he was trying not to wake someone up. All Peter could see was an arm, the hand gripping the front of Dopinder's shirt, a foot long blade extending from between the man's index and middle fingers rested against Dopinder's face.

Peter hadn't faced a real threat in a while now, just normal people, occasionally with guns or knives, but the apprehension was there now, whoever this was could really hurt him. As if that had ever stopped him.

Peter stepped away from the wall.

"I made him take me here." Peter finally got a good look at the rather large and muscular man threatening Dopinder. The man who was wearing a tank top and- hello kitty pajama trousers?

"And who are you?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm spider-man."

"Who?"

"Oh, uh-"

"And what's with the weird get up?"

"I-"

"Oh fuck- don't tell me your one of those wannabe vigilante types." The man chortled. "Your costume looks like it was put together by a blind person."

"I can still hear you, asshole!" came a voice from within the apartment.

"Says you, you look like you raided the closet of a teenage girl." Peter couldn't stop himself, it was right there. His stomach dropped though when the man shoved Dopinder out of the way and moved towards him.

"Jokes on you, I stole this from my boyfriend," the man growled.

"I'm pretty sure he got them as a gift from Yukio," Dopinder said, his hands already raised in a defensive position.

"Wait, boyfriend? You're this pool guy's boyfriend?"

All of a sudden an inhuman squeal sounded through the apartment. In a neighbouring apartment, a dog started barking. Even Peter found himself wincing at the pitch of the sound.

"Speak of the devil," the man in the doorway said with a smirk.

"I heard you call my name, baby boy, how can I help you?"

"I-" Peter couldn't really find the words, and no, it wasn't because the unmasked face of the man in red looked like it was plagued by a rare skin condition, but because he hadn't really thought this far ahead.

"While you think about it, come on in, make yourself at home, you don't mind do you, peanut?"

The large and scary man retracted his claws and let out a sigh. "Do what you want, but I'm going back to sleep." The man disappeared into the apartment but not before giving the unmasked man a peck on the cheek.

"On second thought, kid, why don't we go get some fresh air, the view from the roof at night is quite nice. I'll answer any questions you have."

"I'm not a kid, I-"

"Sure sure, let's go. You can go back to work, Dopinder, your work here is done."

"Always a pleasure, Mr Pool."

Once he'd waved goodbye to Dopinder, the man let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, we can have a normal conversation. I didn't want to say too much at the McDonald's, protecting the secret identity and such-"

Peter's stomach went plummeting down the stairwell.

"H-how do you know who I am?"

"That's easy, Petey," the man stage whispered, " I'm deadpool."

[psuedochakra]

Lit Up

Note: This was originally written for the Fightertown 2024 Advent Calendar. Rating: General Summary: Maverick is finally stateside for Christmas, so the Bradshaws go visit. Tags: fluff, Christmas lights

As soon as the seatbelt sign is turned off, Bradley gets antsy. Carole is too. They haven’t seen Maverick for an extended period of time in a couple of years. The man is finally stateside for Christmas, so they flew out to Maryland to see him. They’re both thrumming with nervous energy. Carole is sure Bradley’s tips more into excitement than anything else. It’s a mix of both for her. Very excited; a little nervous. Mav had mentioned, while they were planning, that Wolfman and Hollywood were at Pax River with him. They were both lovely, handsome men. Hollywood especially, woof.

Bradley shuffles into the tiny aisle and starts to grab their bags from the overhead bin. He’s twelve, hit his big growth spurt early, and everything is awkward. Carole’s certain Bradley is going to have another one once he’s in high school, but she won’t say anything about it. Bradley’s already self conscious enough.

Bags in hand, they deboard the plane and start searching for Maverick. With the height advantage, Bradley easily finds him. He bolts off, leaving Carole with a fond smile on her face.

“Mav!” Bradley exclaims, scooping up his godfather in a bone crushing hug.

Mav grunts, “Hey, kiddo! Hey, Carole!”

Carole presses a kiss to his cheek in greeting. She admires the little red stain there. Bradley makes a face at it.

“Gross, Mom,” the preteen rolls his eyes.

“What?” Maverick touches the lipstick.

“She got you!”

“And I’ll get you too,” Carole teases. She pulls Bradley’s face down so she can reach, “C’mere!”

“Mooooom,” he whines.

Maverick laughs, loudly, and collects their bags. Bradley asks about his latest deployment (despite having sent letters back and forth) and current job. Mav does some stress tests on jets (and brass) at Pax River. It’s been a great gig.

“So,” Carole hums, “What are you driving these days, Petey? We all aren’t gonna fit on your bike.”

“I’m borrowing Hollywood’s car,” Maverick tells her.

As they exit the airport, someone honks at them. Mav waves.

“I’m also borrowing the driver,” he adds.

With the bags, and Bradshaws, loaded up, they take off. Bradley, shockingly, cedes the front seat to Carole, so he can hang out with Maverick in the back.

“Well, howdy, handsome,” Carole greets Hollywood with a sly smile.

“Howdy yourself, gorgeous,” Hollywood winks.

“Hey, Wood! Go through that neighborhood that was on the news,” Maverick instructs from the back.

Carole glances back at Maverick suspiciously, but she doesn’t say anything. They’re on the highway for a while before taking an exit. A few turns later, and Carole’s face lights up. Literally. Every house on this block is decorated from rooftop to bottom. Hollywood parks the car so they can walk around and look. They aren’t the only ones. Plenty of people are wandering the cul-de-sac to admire the lights.

There are classic nativity scenes, plenty of Santas, lights that look like melting icicles, an inflatable palm tree wrapped in purple lights, wire reindeer grazing on the snow, actual snowmen with sparkling scarves. Every tree on every corner is glowing. Every eave, fence, and column dazzles.

Bradley’s off, like a shot again, to gawk at high speeds. Carole knows he won’t go too far, but Maverick doesn’t. So he takes off after him. She stays, step in step, back with Hollywood to admire the display.

“This is wonderful!” she exclaims; her smile wide. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Hollywood breaths, “The view from here really is.”

[kitten-mitts]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ hello hello :D . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

I'm Mittens, a pretty faint-hearted proshipper, feminist and lgbt+ supporter. （˶′◡‵˶）

In my blog you'll find drawings of fanart or ships I made personally, most of which will be self-ships of either others or my own :3

Although I do enjoy darkships, comships, and other unsettling content, I do not condone any real life actions regarding fictional activities. Please for your sake, if I post anything that bothers you in anyway, feel free to block me (^_^;)

Also an update!! I have a seperate blog created for the sole purpose of making my darker ships and suggestive content, and it goes by the name of @mittens-other-art . I don't care who views or likes, as long as they're not minors (; ~_~ )

My interests are below _(:3」∠)_

Fandoms I'm currently in: Professor Layton, Pokémon, Made in Abyss, The Legend of Zelda, Evangelion, BFB/TPOT, the Mother Series, Mob Psycho 100,, and maybe more

Characters I self-ship with (；・ω・) :

Gaster (Undertale)

Hershel Layton

Gendo Ikari ( Evangelion)

Shōta Aizawa (My Hero Academia )

Duster (Mother 3)

Ozen the Immovable (Made in Abyss(

Happy Mask Salesman (Majoras Mask))

Warden Ingo, Nanu, Kabu, Professor Laventon, Larry,, (Pokémon )

Ness & Lucas (The Mother series)

Finn Mertens (Adventure Time)

Clay Puppington & Reverend Rod Putty (Morel Orel)

I'll be updating this every so often if anything changes :¹)

Stephen Stotch (South Park)

Petey the Cat (Dogman)

[irunjt]

#88 of 366: Bloodoath, EXES, Petey

This song does a good job of taking me back to middle-school/high-school in the 90s.  I hate to say it’s a vibe because I feel like I use that phrase too much, but I think it’s too accurate a word to describe this song.  That constant and beautifully simple guitar strumming.  It takes us on a journey. “Names carved in the pavement, on the corner of the block where we all came from, when we were…

[sundewhasaudhd]

Baking my yum yum into a cookie because I miss her

The meme this is based on:

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[totally-normal-seal]

For one the misinformation bits, I've reread the entire conversation that kick started all of this. The public conversation on a public server, of which I just reread for a third time and now have 44 screenshots of in case you want to read those (dms or in a reblog, it's up to you if you want), so that we can agree that the 'context' we're arguing over is the same thing. "Why would you screenshot a private conversation?" Because the public conversation on a public channel on the server for the DC RP community that can be easily searched for by just typing in 'Trump' has been brought up multiple times and used as points against any argument against the Trump supporter allegations. Which is another thing I want to bring up, you don't have to be from America to know it's politics. This country is a global super power, what happens here is broadcasted around the world and many people outside of this country follows it's political arena. You don't need to be American to know American politics and have opinions on it.

Did you vote for him? I don't know, but how you phrased some things does paint you as someone who supports him, and that is why so many people believe that you have. In the three times I've read that conversation, to me it does seem like you supports Trump in at least some ideologies. Does that mean you deserve any of the anons being sent to you? No it doesn't and it never will, and as I have stated multiple times for, and deleted that initial (and at the time, the only) response I had for you, you don't deserve it and shouldn't have had to even think about having to deal with it.

No one deserves it. And I genuinely am sorry that you have to deal with this, I really am, and any apology I have for you won't make up for all of the hurt that you've had to endure, but I am sincerely sorry.

I am sorry for having to make another response, but you are bringing up points that wasn't even about the original post. I wanted to address the anon hate, you brought up arguments and accused a friend, who was polite enough to send a message on my behalf so that you and Petey could see it, of actively harassing you. They passed along a message for me because at the time I knew that at least one of you had me blocked.

You can be mad at me, I won't stop you or even get upset about that, but please know that they were doing a favour for me to set the record straight that I'm not one of those despicable people sending you such disgusting things. It's been on public record that I've been against the anons that you've been receiving since not even a full 24 hours after realizing what you've been sent.

I'll be responding to your posts now, if you don't want to read all of it that's up to you.

A1: I believed that you owned the server, since people were talking about you making one. I also was not in the server long enough to really remember that Petey was the owner and not you.

A2: I left before you did, I didn't even know that you left that server until you said it.

A3: Maybe it is misinformation, maybe it isn't, but many people do still believe it. And you can see that I'm still putting down the people who are targeting you, and are actually harassing you. I also have back read before the initial screenshots were taken, and I have made my own from when people were talking about not coming to America and Canada and being a good decision on staying in their country, to when someone mentioned pro-lifers blocking the streets to their campus and having photos that are disturbing. Please remember that this conversation was public. Anyone in that server can read it, before and after, us not being in the conversation doesn't really affect it when we can read the entire thing.

Also, Stray's mun wasn't even talking about their views on the conversation at that point, it was just me saying that I'm not the one sending you that filth. For the ask you yourself part, reading what I have I, at the time, didn't really feel a need to ask. For the then two times I read it, once before I made that long post and another while I was making that deleted long post, to me it still seems like you support Trump.

B1: It's true as far as I know, you haven't started who you voted for. And it's up to you, and you shouldn't have to, but please keep in mind that when you say "I will openly say that i would rather trump than harris because harris' plan will absolutely affect the economy." (the rest of that quote is about the felony charges against Trump). The entire conversation does matter, and they never said that the context doesn't matter ("I dont think theres any context that can fix this post though oh boy." is the quote), but I do agree that the entire discussion does need to looked at.

Which is why I have read, for a third time, the entire conversation. And I've made my opinion, because opinions are a freedom and right in this country. Opinions do not actively enable harassment, especially when I have made multiple posts disapproving said harassment, including in that screenshot.

B2: Okay, to be fair to this, I don't remember who started that conversation, but I do remember responding to you in a several reblog deep post where you yourself were spreading misinformation about the laws that are going to be in effect, and how Trump will (has) affect the economy. I did not bring the politics talk to your blog, I only made one post about the situation, which I deleted when I saw Brucie's mun talking about the anon hate that you were getting and made a public announcement (this right here in case you don't believe me) about regretting making that post and admonishing the people who did/are sending you those anons.

I have only "push the false narrative" once, and that was when I saw that you were arguing with them and making claims about Trump that could be proven false with research. Me blindly believing was me reading the conversation and making my own opinions.

No, I don't know how happy you were, but I am glad that you have a support system and relieved that you're using and happy that you're here.

But why are you pointing out that the people (River and I at least) had your RP experience "ripped away" as "full grown adults" from you as if you yourself aren't a full grown adult? In fact, you're older than I am and I wouldn't be surprised if River is also younger than you. I did not crucify you, except for that abortion section which I will be explaining why I reacted that way two paragraphs below this, I pointed out the flaws in your post with evidence and gave multiple sources to back it up (aka providing "context").

And what? Why do you have such a black and white view of this community? I have never said any of that, and I am actively responding to you and have said in multiple posts to not treat you so horribly. If that's what you want to believe, then so be it I can't stop that, but just remember that most of this community would (I hope) never send that shit to anyone and the ones who are "content to idly sit by and do nothing" probably don't even know how to approach this situation, or are probably to scared to. Can you please elaborate on what you mean by behind the scenes?

And I'm sorry for asking you that question. I'm sorry that I asked it, but as someone who has been groped since I was 12, woke up to a woman fighting off her would be rapist right outside my bedroom window when I was 13, afraid for months of falling asleep then waking up on the sex trafficking route because I was sold for beer money when I was 14, waking up to a rape taking place when I was 19, told by five men that they wouldn't hesitate to rape me if they had the chance when I was on nightshift with them in an isolated and loud environment as a 20 year old, and known several people who have been raped, reading that you believed that Trump wants all of the states to follow Illinois when it comes to abortion pissed me off.

I should have cooled off and rewritten that section, but please know that having unregulated abortion laws is not good. People have died because their state wouldn't let them get an abortion.

In relation to B2, I have found the initial post, and while I can not say for certain why they thought it was a good idea to respond to you, I still was only replying to you and didn't bring any political talk that you didn't already start.

Okay, so I just saw that you made a response to Stray Mun's post and I'll be replying in this as I've made that above section in reply to that post.

I will not apologize to someone just because we have different political view points and for me giving factual points against your arguments. I was not the cause behind your account being deleted, and I have called out the people giving you hate anons multiple times. I have apologized, and will continue to apologize for, about going harsh on the rape section of the post that I deleted not even a full 24 hours after I made it and have since publicly apologized for going so hard on you during that part multiple times. You have made several comments that could be made as you being a Trump supporter, and while yes you haven't straight out said that you support him, it's not hard to infer that you do.

Me "blindly believing" is me reading that whole conversation. That, once again, you've had publicly. That I also have 44 screenshots of and still put together from that, because I read the conversation before making my initial post to make sure that the screenshot sent was "in context", you are probably a Trump supporter. If you want them, I will gladly send them where ever you want.

And again, I did and will not say or approve of how you're being treated. No one should deal with what you are going through, and I am sorry for that.

No, I didn't know. But what does that have to do with me? I didn't spread it, I took down my one post that talked was about you down within 24 hours. By that point it was already known within this whole community, why are you pining this on me? It's not my fault that people are harassing you, and it's not River's fault either. It's the fault of the ones who are actually sending you the hate and spreading word around that you're a Trump supporter.

We were tagged because you two suspected us of sending hate anons. I added the screenshots of the post where your friend, at the very least, implied that we were the ones sending hate anons.

Which while that last part was added, it wasn't on the initial "block these people they're sending suicide and death threats" post. Even then, that whole post was about who was sending those anons in the first place, not about who "started" this whole thing. Because I didn't start anything, I was replying to you. I have never made a report against you, I have never sent a hate anon to you, and I have most definitely not condoned sending you hate anons. What people do with the knowledge that they have is not something that I can control and cannot apologize for.

I hope that your hate anons stop sending you such horrible things, have a good day.

(edit, accidentally left out a 'not' but I changed it to how the sentence was supposed to be)

Ooc: I'm just here as a messenger.

@totally-not-peter-parker @thebetterrobin ← (I can't get the tag to work, which is probably on purpose. So it would be nice if you could forward this post to her, if she wants to see it.)

[ptergwen]

fluffy make out sesh w petey? <3

call it even

w/c: 1,074

warnings: like two swears?

a/n: i don’t know why this ended up being so long but it did lmfhwjwhs i hope it’s everything u wanted and more :D

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“god, how much time is left?” you complain, circling your index finger around peter’s chest.

peter refuses to expand his horizons beyond star wars, so you two are watching revenge of the sith yet again. you’re seated in his lap and doing everything you can to get his attention. it’s the only way you’ll be able to make it through the damn movie.

unfortunately for you, peter has a huge crush on anakin. that means his eyes are literally glued to the screen.

“we’re not even halfway through yet. get comfortable, babe,” peter smugly replies. he grabs your hips and squeezes, cocking his head to the side to see better. you tilt your own head so it’s blocking his line of vision. “i am comfortable… very. are you?” your voice drops an octave.

a smirk crossing his features, peter finally meets your eyes. “i know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not gonna work.” you gasp to feign innocence. “silly old me? what ever are you talking about, peter dearest?”

peter moves an arm so it’s around your lower back, you batting your lashes down at him. you yank on his flannel collar to keep him in place. he leans in closer to you until his lips brush the shell of your ear.

he’s all yours.

“i appreciate the effort. now, if you don’t mind…”

peter pulls away from you with a terrible wink that’s stupidly adorable, but you’re too annoyed to admit it.

you give up your facade, swapping it for whining and tugging on peter’s shirt. “no fair! all i want you to do is spend some time with me, petey.” gazing over your shoulder, you shoot the tv a death glare. “fuck george lucas.”

“woah, woah! don’t go that far!” peter defends, chuckling nevertheless. he does feel kind of bad because he has seen star wars more than anyone else on this earth. it wouldn’t kill him to focus on you for a bit.

although, he’d still like to finish the movie.

peter brings your body in closer to his, pecking your forehead softly. “let’s make a deal,” he prompts you. you eagerly nod and sit up straighter. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like-“

“perfect! you and that big brain of yours, my smart boy.” puckering up, you go right in for a smooch. peter holds out a finger and presses it to your lips to stop you, beaming. “i’m not done,” he laughs out. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like, after the movie is over.”

you scoff and shove both peter’s shoulders. “why can’t you just multitask? you’d be getting the best of both worlds!” peter does not consider it. “and risk missing the most intense lightsaber duel in cinematic history? i don’t think so.”

“whatever you say… loser,” you mutter under your breath. he coaxes you away from him, keeping his arms around your waist with a scowl. “do you want your kisses or not, y/n?” this time, your mouth stays shut. “exactly,” peter concludes. “new deal, i’ll level with you and cuddle for a while.”

he hugs you to his chest, chin resting lightly on your head. you instantly settle in his warm embrace and feel safe in his strong arms. this will do.

“love you, petey,” you mumble against the skin of his neck. smiling to himself, peter peeks back up at the tv. “love you too, angel. but, shhh,” he shushes, resuming his millionth star wars viewing.

just like that, you’ve been replaced by darth vader. you need to fix this, and fast.

it doesn’t take peter too long to lose himself in the movie, which plays out in your favor for once. he just mindlessly rocks you side to side while he watches. his obliviousness, more so than usual, gives you the opportunity to reach over on the cushion next to you and grab the remote.

bingo.

you swiftly hit the power button, hiding it behind your back and eliciting a yelp from peter.

“y/n, what the hell? we had a compromise!” peter demands and lunges forward for the remote. grinning wickedly, you tuck it into your back pocket before he can. “we also had a deal, remember? movie’s over,” you elaborate. “kiss me, loser.”

peter can’t argue with that logic.

“sneaky,” he compliments, his forehead leaned against yours. his fingertips ghost over your chin. “i’m so impressed, i can’t even be mad. you win.” giggling, you place your hands on peter’s shoulders to balance yourself in his lap. “well, you’re the prize.”

“ugh, i love you so much,” peter sighs. he kisses your bottom lip gently, holding your chin between two fingers. “more than star wars?” you search for his hazel eyes. “more than star wars… all three trilogies,” he murmurs a sentence you never thought you’d hear.

your eyelashes tickle peter’s face, both of you sharing matching smiles.

“in that case…”

you close the small gap separating you two with your lips on his. peter reciprocates in a heartbeat, his own quickened as he melts into the kiss. one of your hands weaves its way to some fluffy curls at the nape of his neck. he cups your cheek tenderly, free hand on your side and a grin spreading across his face.

“i love you, too,” you whisper, your legs straddling his waist. “could tell,” peter acknowledges in a breathy laugh.

he uses the new position to his advantage and flips you so you’re laying down on the couch. him on top, you under and your legs still around him. the next kiss is initiated by peter, so soft it fills your whole body with butterflies. he continues to caress your cheek while his lips dance expertly with yours.

“you taste good,” you rasp, peter kissing up to the tip of your nose. “like what?” he wonders and punctuates his question with another kiss to the bridge. you’re sitting back and enjoying every second. “i dunno, something sweet… vanilla?”

“oh, yeah. i might’ve stolen your chapstick,” peter admits, his cheeks starting to feel hot. amused, you pinch one of them. “i was wondering where that went. i should’ve known ‘cuz you always ask me about it.” he dips down so his forehead falls on yours once again. “buy you a new one?”

your fingers thread through his locks, willing him to look at you.

“just kiss me, and we’ll call it even.”

[typical-simplelove]

Request: 2 with Tyson Jost if possible?

2. I love seeing you smile.

A/n: this wasn't showing up in the tags, so I'm reposting in hopes that it indeed shows up in the tags this time. Thank you to @glassdanse for letting me know!

Taglist: @goalision @coffee-ontherocks @glassdanse @barzal-burakovsky @petey-patty (Do you want to be tagged in my fics? Fill out this form.)

“Hi, hi, aren’t you cute?” Tyson cooed to your daughter. She was sitting in her highchair waiting for Tyson to put her meal on the tray on her highchair. Tyson was giving you a break for the day. Having a toddler running around and being pregnant with your second child, you got exhausted often and just wanted to sleep.

Tyson put the baby cereal on the tray with a bottle of milk. As much as you loved Tyson, sometimes it was easier for you to be in the kitchen with him, too, because Tyson was very clumsy in the kitchen. This was true for this morning. Tyson tried his hardest to be quiet for you, but he dropped his fork and plate which landed with a loud thud.

Your daughter began to laugh hysterically and loudly at her dad messing up. “No, no, shhhh, you’re going to wake momma,” Tyson tries to silence your daughter. It didn’t work, though. You weren’t a heavy sleeper especially now because of the aches and pains that came with pregnancy. You sat in your bed for a few minutes trying to see if now was the time to go into the kitchen. When Tyson dropped another kitchen utensil, you felt it best to go and aid Tyson.

You creep into the kitchen slowly and stop at the entrance. You lean on the side and watch Tyson eat breakfast with your daughter. They both had yet to notice that you were watching them. You looked on with a smile on your face as Tyson and your daughter laughed along together playfully. Tyson got up to get your daughter more cereal. With Tyson no longer blocking your daughter’s view of you, she noticed you. A large smile broke out on her face and loud giggles followed. Tyson had yet to notice that you were standing there.

“What are you giggling about, Miss Jost?” he asks in a cute baby voice. When she continues to giggle and look in your direction, Tyson turns around and sees you standing there. Your smile widens after looking at your husband, who was shirtless, eating with your daughter. “Oh, momma’s standing there.”

“Momma is indeed standing there,” you reply. You walk over to Tyson and place a kiss on his forehead. He responds by kissing your 6 month pregnant bump. You walk over to your daughter and place loads of kisses on her face who just giggles and laughs in response. Your smile, if possible, grows wider at the current interaction.

You walk into the fridge to grab some apple juice to drink while eating breakfast. You pour it into a glass and sit down next to Tyson. You look up from the glass and notice him looking at you. “What?” you ask.

“I love seeing you smile,” he says to you. “The giant smile because of our family mixed with your pregnancy glow? You’re gorgeous.  Wow, I am the luckiest man on this planet. I have the most beautiful wife and the most amazing baby girl and a new baby on the way.”

“Mm,” you say. “We really are lucky, aren’t we?”

“We truly are the luckiest,” Tyson tells you. “And we’re only going to get more lucky when we meet the new one soon.”

You couldn’t wait for a new one to be running around.

[liberty-barnes]

Keep You Safe

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Prompt: “I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath”

Warnings: slightly creepy Peter, but like the endearing kind of creepy, also Petey being a dork,,,as always, protective Peter Parker, Endgame related angst but only for a sec, cuddlesssss, and fluff, lots of fluff, because I’m a hoe for fluff... and Tom Holland’s biceps but that’s a story for another day

Word Count: 2167 words

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: School has officially closed which means that I’m now forced to stay home all day (which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t locked at home with my dad and he’s getting on every single one of my nerves) and do the homework our teachers send us by email... I didn’t even know Microsoft Teams and OneNote existed until a week ago... so that’s something. I usually write stuff on paper during class cause let’s be honest, I only pay attention to what my teachers are saying when I’m forced to (don’t do this kids, listen to teachers, God I’m a such a bad example) so I’ve got about 5 stories written and I thought “Hey, since I’m too lazy to do my physics homework, why not post it all on tumblr?” So yeah, hi, this is my version of “quarantine is driving me crazy and I need an escape”. And before you ask, yes, I’ve succumbed to the toilet paper juggle thing already, it was not pretty.

Masterlist 

Peter Parker was not a creep, he was simply a worried boyfriend.

There is nothing wrong with following your girlfriend after school to make sure she gets home safe before going back to the Tower. Or asking Karen to alert him whenever you leave the house so he could follow you to make sure you were safe. Or gifting you one of those morse code bracelets that monitored your vitals and location because he knew you’d never take it off and that way he could constantly know where you were and how you were feeling.

Peter Parker was not a creep.

He watched from his vantage point on top of a building as you and MJ left the mall, Slurpees in hand and carrying at least five shopping bags each, most of them being from art stores and only a couple from clothing. The sight of your bright smile made his heart burst with affection and he listened intently, still able to hear your melodic laugh over the hustle and bustle of the busy street.

He followed you at a safe distance, losing sight of the two of you as you entered the subway. Karen kept him aware of your whereabouts though, and he saw you again when you exited the subway station, now alone.

You walked a couple more blocks and entered your apartment building, but Peter only truly relaxed once he saw you entering your bedroom, having a clear view through your window. 

He stayed for a few more minutes, admiring how beautiful you looked doing something as mundane as cutting tags off your newly bought clothes and throwing out the plastic wrapped around your new art supplies. 

He then made his way to the Tower, where the Avengers chose to live again, for practical purposes.

“Hey everyone!” He immediately greeted his teammates after walking into the kitchen, mask off and hair slightly messy.

“Hey Pete,” The twenty-year-old witch gave him a chilled bottle of water from the fridge, already knowing that the boy would be parched.

Peter kissed her cheek and did the same to Pepper, Carol, and Morgan who were all sitting at the table playing Uno, no doubt to make the young Stark happy.

“Where is everyone?” The young spiderling asked after downing his water bottle.

“Bucky and Sam are in the gym, Bruce is messing with something in the labs, and Sharon went grocery shopping with Rhodey.” Carol set down a blue five, not even looking up from her hand. For a superhero, she sure sucked at card games.

“Oh, okay. I’m going to my room, be back to help with dinner!” He called back before walking to the elevator and pressing the button to his and May’s floor. 

After everyone returned from the Blip, the Parkers lost their home and Pepper immediately offered them a floor at the Tower, not wanting her not-really-but-still-kind-of-feels-like-it son and his aunt to be living on the streets. Peter was very happy to be living with some of his favorite people in the world and very grateful for the opportunities it provided him.

He entered his room and pressed the button on his chest, the suit retracting to a simple spider pendant that hung around his neck, looking like an ordinary chain. He took it off and put it in his charging cradle before changing into a pair of grey sweatpants (your favorite though he still doesn’t understand why) and his blue Midtown sweatshirt.

He sat on his desk chair, ready to start his homework but a vibration from his phone made him postpone the task, choosing instead to open the messaging app on his custom made StarkPhone.

Princess 👑 ❤️:  heyy :) Princess 👑 ❤️:  can i meet you at the tower later? Princess 👑 ❤️:  i want cuddles :)))

He smiled at that and immediately texted you back.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: i’ll ask Rhodey and Shar to pick you up on their way home :) Baby🕷️ ❤️: love you <3 Princess 👑 ❤️: love you more <33

He texted Sharon and after receiving confirmation that you were in the car with them, he turned his phone face down on the desk to avoid any distractions and started on his English homework, hoping to be done with it when you got here so he could cuddle in peace with his beloved girlfriend.

Twenty minutes later, he was almost done with his homework, fully engrossed in the words on the page that he had to meticulously read, highlight and analyze. He barely noticed when you entered the room, his spidey sense no longer detecting you as a threat, but took a much-needed breath of relief when he felt your hands around his shoulder, rubbing softly.

No words were needed as you kept rubbing his shoulders while he finished his homework, relishing in the soft kisses you left on the crown of his head from time to time. He finished the last sentence on his analysis and set his pen down, sighing. He closed his eyes and put his head back so it rested on your shoulder and you kissed his forehead, hands around his neck, hugging his upper body from behind.

“Cuddles now?” You asked, voice soft and soothing reaching his over-worked brain.

“Yeah, baby, let’s go.”

You kissed him on the forehead once more and took off your shirt, staying in your white lace bra and pastel pink sweatpants before laying down on the king-sized bed. You made grabby hands at him and he took off his own shirt, laying down between your legs and resting his head on your breasts. Your right hand made its way to his soft brown curls while your left rested on his upper back, hugging him close to your chest. His arms tightened around your waist and a pleased sigh left his lips, his lashes fluttering and tickling your skin as the tension rolled off of him in waves with every gentle pass of your manicured nails through his scalp.

Peter loved this position. There was really nothing sexual about it, he just loved hearing your heartbeat and feeling your colder skin against his naturally overheated one. He loved protecting the city and all of its inhabitants but here, in your arms, in this bed, he wasn’t Spider-Man, the newest Avenger. He wasn’t the Starks’ unofficially adopted kid that would take over SI alongside Morgan and Harley. He wasn’t the kid who brightened up everyone’s day and felt solely responsible for their happiness and well-being.

He was just Pete. Your Pete. Your fragile, vulnerable boyfriend who just really needed a hug, and you were more than happy to provide.

“How was your day?” He asked, voice slightly muffled because of his mouth’s position, buried in the valley of your breasts.

“Pretty good. I went to the mall with MJ after class and we bought a bunch of new clothes and art supplies for our trip to DisneyWorld.”

“Why do you need new stuff just to go to DisneyWorld?”

“I need Disney themed stuff.”

“You already have Disney themed stuff.”

“But I need new ones so that every time I see them they’ll remind me of our trip to DisneyWorld.”

He chuckled at your over-the-top-ness and nuzzled his face deeper into your chest.

“‘M hungry.”

“Must be cause you didn’t eat.”

“Did too!” He snorted at that.

“A Slurpee doesn’t count as food, princess.”

A silence enveloped the room and he felt your heartbeat quicken.

“I never told you I had a Slurpee.”

Oh shit.

“Y-Yeah, you did, you said you went to the mall with MJ to do some shopping and had a Slurpee after.” He was panicking but focused on playing it off as best as he could.

Spoiler Alert: he’s a very bad liar and can’t hide anything from you.

“No, I didn’t so how do you know that?”

He stuttered and incoherent sentence your way, trying and failing TRYING VERY HARD to defend himself. 

“Have you been following me?”

Shitshitshit.

“N-No?” He hated that he couldn’t lie to you, one look at him and all his secrets would come out like some kind of verbal diarrhea.

You pushed him off your lap so the both of you were sitting up, looking at him with nothing short of hurt, confusion, and betrayal swirling in your beautiful sparkling eyes.

“Have you been taking advantage of EDITH and your powers to spy on me?”

He didn’t answer, simply hung his head, closed his eyes and waited for the blow-up that was bound to happen next... but it never came, only a broken whisper followed by a heart-breaking sob reached his ears.

“Do you not trust me?”

“What?” His head snapped up and he stared into your eyes, seeing the tears threatening to leak and cursing himself because he caused that, he caused his babygirl pain.

“W-Well if you're following me it must be because y-you don’t t-trust m-me.”

Your words were punctuated by a particularly loud sob and he quickly gathered you up in his arms, nuzzling his cheek on the top of your head soothingly and threading his fingers through your hair.

“Nonononononono, baby that’s not it, I promise.” He took your face between his hands and kissed your tear-stricken cheeks, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s just that... with everything that happened with Tony and Beck and my identity being revealed, then almost going to prison, thank God for Pepper, I just... I’m constantly worried that someone’ll come after you because of me, because of what you mean to me, and that I won’t be able to protect you and I just need to know you’re safe, always because you’re the most important person in my life and I don’t know what I’d without you, so I followed you and asked Karen to update me on your vitals every hour so I know you’re safe and alive, and real, and... I just need to know you’re safe.”

He took a deep breath after finishing his jumbled up explanation, finally shining light on the fears deeply installed within him for months.

“I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath. Cause you wanna protect me but you do it by following me and invading my privacy.”

“Wha- psychopath?” You both burst into laughter, foreheads still resting against one another.

“Well, you’ve been following me around for a while. Do you have a camera in my bedroom?”

“No! Of course not! Just... in the lobby... and one facing your apartment door... and on your fire escape facing your window...”

His cheeks were flushed red and he was looking everywhere but at you, seemingly embarrassed by his predicament.

“You said you had Karen monitoring my vitals... how?”

“Oh, um... remember the bracelet I gave you for our six-month anniversary?”

You lifted your right wrist, cocking an eyebrow as if to say ‘this one’.

“Yeah, so um... I actually made that. It’s got nanosensors that monitor your heartbeat, blood pressure, sugar levels, emotional state and a bunch of other things along with a tracker that’s constantly activated. It’s all connected to Karen, so she can let me know whenever you’re in trouble...”

“Is that how you always know when I’m having a panic attack or when I’m on my period?” Your eyes softened up and an adoring smile graced your face when he nodded.

“You’re a dork.” You straddled him fully and properly, then kissed him on the lips softly.”But you’re my dork, and I love you. And I love that you want to keep me safe and that you’d be willing to sacrifice your dignity and do something quite illegal to make sure I stay safe.”

He smirked at you.

“You know, out of context that sounds a bit twisted.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled fondly at him.

“What can I say? From time to time, I sure do love me a bad boy.”

He smiled and kissed you on the lips, slow and passionate, filled with all his love and adoration and relief, pure and utter relief because you’re here, with him, and you know, and you don’t hate him, in fact, you love him even more.

He fell back on the bed, taking you with him as you resumed your previous position, only this time with you on top.

“So are we gonna mention that when Tony did the exact same thing to you you threw a fit and had Ned hack into the suit?”

“Shut up.”

That night, when Peter got back home after dropping you off, EDITH alerted him to movement on your fire escape. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s as he pulled up the live footage but it all turned into a breathless chuckle when he saw the surveillance video.

You had put your whiteboard in such a way that it would be seen by the camera and scribbled a ‘Goodnight baby <3′ on it.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: goodnight princess <3

And this is what I do during my English and french classes... English because I don’t need to (perks of being trilingual) and french because the teacher spends the lesson talking about stuff I already know so I really don’t care.

With that said, please stay in school and listen to your teachers... do as I say, not as I do.

Anyway, I hope you liked this little one-shot. Please don’t forget to like, comment and/or reblog if you feel like it!

Love you all, Libby <3

[parkrstark]

ladies and gentlemen, it’s too much for captain america!

wrttien for @whumptober2020  day 1: waking up restrained, shackled, hanging, Steve wakes up restrained and hanging in some Hydra den, which is fine, really. He can handle that. What he can't handle is watching them blow up his husband and son. That breaks him more than any torture ever would. 1.8k, ao3

When Steve became aware of things around him again, it felt like he had never passed out. It was like a moment had passed since one of the Hydra agents slammed a block of concrete against the side of his head, rendering him unconscious. 

But he knew it couldn't have been that short of time because he wasn't where he was knocked unconscious. He was strung up by the shackles and chains around his wrists. 

His feet just barely brushed against the ground, not enough to hold himself up to stop the iron from digging into his wrists. 

He couldn't help the groan he let out as he lifted his neck so his chin was no longer resting against his chest. 

"Finally awake, hm?" 

Steve looked over at the Hydra agent speaking to him and he narrowed his eyes, keeping his jaw clenched firm. 

"You've been out for quite some time. It's hard to get information from an unconscious man." 

"I think you'd find it easier than getting it from me while I'm conscious," Steve growled. 

"We'll see about that," the man strolled over, casually with a cattle prod in his hand. 

Steve kept his mouth shut even when it was stuck in his side. He gritted his teeth through the burning pain. 

"Are you sure there's nothing you'd like to tell us?" Hydra man asked after what had to be a half hour or endless electrocution and punches. 

Steve didn't know what the hell he wanted, but he answered anyway. "Actually, there is something I'd like to tell you." 

Steve couldn't see the agent's face behind his mask, but he bet there was a smirk. "Please share." The cattle prod sparked with electricity, only inches from Steve's chest.

“Kiss my ass.” 

The Hydra Agent shoved the prod forward until it connected with his skin. Steve was not as loud as the man, but he couldn't help the grunt of pain. 

Once he was done and staring up at Steve, Steve made sure there was a smile plastered on his face. 

The Hydra Agent used the prod to hit Steve in the side of the head with. Steve swung slightly from the shackles and tried to stop himself from moving. Before he could stop moving, the prod was stuck into his side again and his body seized painfully as electricity ran through his body. He couldn’t help the groan he let out. 

The Hydra Agent laughed. “I’d love to do this for hours, Captain. I won’t stop until you tell us something.” 

The electricity was back and Steve grunted through it. Once the electricity was gone, his body sagged and he could feel drool trickle down his chin. He didn’t know how many volts they were pumping into him with each shock, but it was definitely adequate against Captain America. 

He could barely lift his head. 

“Change your mind yet?” The Hydra Agent cackled. 

It took Steve a few seconds to even be able to get his mouth to speak. But when he did, he made sure his voice was strong as he could make it. “I got something for you.” 

“And what is that, Captain?”

Steve took a deep breath and rattled off what he had memorized in basic training. "Name: Steven Grant Rogers. Rank: Captain. Serial number: 54985870.” He decided smirking down at him was a good usage of his energy. “And that's all you'll ever get from me." 

With a frustrated shout, the agent pulled the prod back, ready to hurt Steve again when he was interrupted by red lights flashing in the room, followed by blaring alarms. 

The Hydra Agent moves away from Steve, back to a monitor screen. He typed away until a feed was brought up and he saw outside from a surveillance feed. 

There was nothing in the frame and Steve didn't understand what they were looking at until a familiar blob of red and gold came into view. 

The agent zoomed in on the blob, and sure enough, it was Iron Man. He was sneaking through trees, no idea by his calmness that he had already triggered a silent alarm.

"Oh, look at this," he said. "Someone's coming to save you, huh?" 

Steve didn't react, though he was so proud of Tony for finding him. 

Until he heard him whisper, "Alright, Webs. You wanted to tag along, stay close. I'm not losing you too." 

And then Spider-Man was sneaking up behind him. "I'm not completely incapable of handling myself." 

"If I save Steve and he comes back and finds out that I lost our kid, he won't be very happy with me." 

Steve's heart stopped. That wasn't something any of them broadcasted. Sure, they teamed up a lot in smaller missions, but it was never confirmed Spider-Man was their kid. And they definitely never let him tag along on big missions like this. 

Tony and Peter continued to sneak through the trees, but Steve could barely focus when all he heard was the agent's cackling. It turned into loud howling laughter soon enough. 

"Oh, this is just too good to be true! Just wait until the others find out. Iron Man and Captain America's kid is Spider-Man." 

No. No. The world knew Steve and Tony had a kid, Peter, and now they would know that kid was also Spider-Man. 

"Please. Leave him alone. He's just a kid." 

Hydra Agent turned to him with a grin. "So suddenly you want to talk, huh?" 

"Please," Steve begged. "Don't hurt him." 

"You know we have excellent defenses around the base. One click of this button and the mines we have set up go off immediately. They'll be blown out of those suits so fast." 

Steve was shaking now, trembling as he struggled against the shackles. "No! Don't kill them!" 

The agent didn't even hesitate before clicking the button in front of him. Steve turned to the feed and stared, just waiting for what was about to happen. 

Peter went still, he straightened up. "Something's wrong." 

Tony glanced back and asked, "What?" 

"Dad--." 

That was the last thing he said before an explosion lit up behind them, and they both went flying, somewhere off screen. 

"Oh, boy," the man laughed. "There's no way they survived that." 

And the worst part was that Steve knew he was right. 

He sagged in the restraints, not caring at how much weight he was putting on his wrists. All of his fight was extinguished immediately. Without his family, there was no reason for anything. 

He stared down at the ground, willing himself to wake up from this nightmare. It didn't work. 

He heard the man walking closer, his footsteps and laughter sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "What's a matter?" 

Steve could only guess how drained he looked. He stayed silent. 

"Did you not like the show? You got to see them one last time. I didn't have to give you that." 

"My family…" He said, his voice so hollow and devoid of any emotion. 

"Your family is dead, Captain Rogers. And soon you will be if you don't give us what we need to know." 

"I don't care," Steve said, shaking his head. He looked back up from the floor and looked to the man in that mask, that coward. "Fucking kill me. Please. It will be better than living. It would hurt less." 

"With great pleasure." 

The prod came back again, full force, and Steve was right. That burning hurt so much less than the memory of Peter's fearful cry and then the two of them getting blown away, trying to save him. 

He welcomed every blow until he was finally knocked unconscious. This time, he hoped he never woke up. 

--

"Babe, babe, you gotta get up." 

Steve couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard Tony's voice. The edges of his vision were still dark and the rest was blurry, but he'd recognize his love anywhere. "Tony." 

"Thank JARVIS you're awake." Tony looked him up and down. "You're so bloody and beat up...I was so scared…" 

Steve just continued staring. "Tony…" 

"Yes, baby, it's me. I'm right here." He cupped his cheek gently. 

Steve smiled. "I wish you were here." 

"I am. I am." He glanced over his shoulder anxiously, which didn't make sense. Tony wasn't really here. He was dead. He had nothing to worry about if he was dead. 

"I miss you already." His eyes started to droop shut again. 

"Miss me? Babe, I'm right here." 

"You're gone. I miss you." Steve leaned into the touch. 

"I'm right here and we're getting you out of here." Tony started to pull at the shackles around his wrists. "Pete, get over here and hold him up while I break these." 

"Petey's here?" Steve looked around for his boy. He wanted to hear his voice again when he wasn’t panicking. 

Tony frowned, looking back at him. "Steve, how hard did they hit your head?" 

Suddenly Peter was in front of him, holding him by his waist. "Hey, Pops." 

"Say that again," Steve said. He just wanted to keep hearing him talk forever and ever to wipe out the sound of him crying. 

Peter looked as confused as Tony did. "Hey, Pops…"  

"I miss you too, baby bear." 

"I'm right here, Pops. Not going anywhere." 

Steve's wrists were uncuffed and Peter caught him easily because of his super strength. 

Then he was putting him on the ground with one arm still wrapped around him while Tony held the other side. Steve looked from Peter to Tony and then back to Peter and then back to Tony. 

"Wait...you're here. This isn't...this isn't a dream?" 

"Finally coming back to us, big guy?" Tony asked, sounding a little worried. 

"But I saw you-- I saw--." 

"You saw us get blown to fucking Guam? Yeah. Well, they didn't plan on all the safety features I added to Spider-Man's suit to protect him from pyromaniac wackos like these freaks and thankfully, I was close enough to be included in that protection." 

"The video-- they know. They heard you. They'll tell." Steve glanced back at the monitor, just noticing all the damage to the room he was being held in. 

"I wiped their entire system. They have nothing. And there were no survivors here to spill whatever secrets they learned. Don't worry." 

Steve found relief in that, and being held by his boys, who were both safe and alive. 

"Hey, Tony?" 

"Yeah, Winghead?" 

"Remind me later when I'm not close to passing out, to kick your ass for bringing our son on a mission like this." 

Tony laughed and it was a beautiful, beautiful sound. Steve was still pissed though. "Oh, Stevie. Now I know you definitely got hit in that noggin hard if you think it would have been possible for me to leave him home. That kid is just as reckless and stupid as us when his family is in danger." 

Even half conscious, Steve couldn't argue that. "That kid is crazy, huh?" 

"Yeah, just like his Pops."

[envision-fandom]

Conquest

Part 1

Peter Pan x reader fanfiction

You had been friends with Peter for years. That was if you could still call yourselves friends. Granted, you were extremely close growing up, but that was purely due to your parents being friends and them having this fantasy of you both growing up and falling in love. As if.

You had known Peter almost all your life, which is why, sitting here now, you knew exactly what he was up to. You watched as he scouted out the room, as he had done so many times before. His green eyes flickered with dangerous amusement as he notices a bunch of girls eyeing him up and giggling uncontrollably. It would have been almost too easy for him to approach the girls and walk out with one (or more) of them, but you could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t here for an easy night. He was here for a challenge.

Peter always loved games and growing up, you were almost always at the brunt of them. So much so, that you had finally had enough and decided to once and for all completely cut him out of your life. You were about to turn away and get on with your job, waitressing at Granny’s diner, when you saw the sudden change in Peters aura. You followed his eyeline and unsurprised to you, your eyes landed on a pretty blonde girl, not much younger than yourself, sitting alone in a booth. You could almost see Peters mind whirling, deciding on the best course of action. He began to approach her cautiously, taking a strategically packed book out of his bag and feigning innocence, dropped it to the ground.

You rolled your eyes, watching as the book slid along the diner floor towards her table. You were already well aware of the move he had decided to use. It had gotten pretty easy to tell after watching them all being played out on several occasions. You scoffed, knowing exactly why he had chosen this move. The book would allow him to approach her, whilst also grabbing her attention. The facade of vulnerability and embarrassment would then allow her to drop her guard and feel sorry for him, ensuring he had less of a chance of being rejected. As he kneels before her feet, he will make her feel like she is in the superior position and holds all the cards, but you knew the truth. The book will then come into play again and will allow her to initiate the interaction by questioning him on the book he is reading. This is his way into a seemingly innocent conversation.

As planned, she offers him a seat in the booth across from her. They talk some more, still using the book as the main topic of conversation. You watch as he flips through the pages, before innocently asking to move to sit next to her, as to “better show her something in the book.” It was all a ploy of course, as soon as he sits next to her, it wasn’t long before his arm was across the back of the booth, followed by her hand on his arm as she giggles playfully. He smiles sweetly towards her, but you knew his smile was far from what it seemed. As she looks away shyly, you witness the tilt of his lips, as his smile shifts briefly into a dark smirk. The sign that he was well aware that he had captured his next conquest, or as you like to see it. His next victim...

“Earth to Y/N!” Your friends hand waving in front of your face, finally pulled you back to reality, “What’s so important that you can’t even respond to your best friend?” She follows your eye line and smirks “Peter? Seriously? I thought you didn’t care about him anymore?” She questions you.

You turn to face her and scowl “Never again insinuate that I have ever cared about Peter Pan. What I do care about however, is the endless number of girls who are tricked by his fake persona and end up with their hearts broken.”

She nods in understanding “Yeah you’re right, but you can’t exactly blame them, he does put on a good show.”

You roll your eyes at your friend, as she begins to check out Peter. “Don’t you get falling for his tricks!” You exclaim.

She smiles mischievously at you “I won’t, but there’s nothing wrong with checking him out. He is the hottest guy in school after all!” You scoff at her comment, before she continues “Plus, I don’t think his tricks will work on us.”

You tilt your head in confusion at her “And why’s that?” You ask.

She smirks at you “Because thanks to your time spent behind enemy territory, we are fully aware of all his tricks, therefore rendering them useless against us!”

You let out a laugh “I think you might be onto something there.”

You stood at your locker in school the next day, waiting eagerly for your best friend to show up, politely greeting others as they pass. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to scout her out in the crowd of students, when suddenly a tall figure stands in front of you, blocking your view. You look up curiously to greet whoever has just entered your personal space, when you’re greeted with a pair of mischievous dark green eyes. Your smile instantly falters, turning into an annoyed glare “Can I help you with something Pan?”

He smirks down at you “Pan hmm? What happened to Peter? Or Petey? Oh how I miss our little pet names for each other love.”

You glare at him harder “Don’t call me that.”

He leans against the lockers, wrapping his arms around him cockily “What shall I call you then love?”

“Y/N. Or better yet, don’t call me at all.” He lets out a dark laugh, as you turn and begin walking away from him.

He soon catches up and begins walking along side you “Seriously Pan, what do you want?” You tried to act as annoyed as possible, but secretly part of you was intrigued as to why he was trying to talk to you after 4 years of not saying a word to one another.

“I thought maybe we could hang out some time, we did used to be best buds after all.” He playfully elbows you in the side, just like he used to do when you were kids. However, due to him getting a lot bigger in the four years you hadn’t been friends, the force of it caused you to stumble. You were about to fall straight into the lockers next to you, when suddenly Peters strong arms were wrapped around your body, holding you in place. You couldn't help but be engulfed in his familiar scent. He had always smelt like the forest, but now there was something else there, something dark and tempting.

You were stunned for a moment, before pulling yourself together and forcing yourself to back out of Peters arms. He smiled down at you gently, trying to apologise for knocking you over with his eyes. You were about to thank him, before you realised what he was doing. You mentally cursed yourself. You couldn’t believe you had almost fell for it! You had seen this done before. Peter “accidentally” bumping into a girl and having to save her by wrapping her in his muscular arms. You scoffed and glared up at him “Why in hell would I ever hang out with you? We haven’t been friends in years and for good reason.” You looked deep into his eyes and could have sworn you saw a flicker of hurt. You almost eased up, before once again remembering how Peter liked to play. This was most definitely an act “Just leave me alone.” You once again turned your back on Peter, allowing yourself to get lost in the crowd. Thankful that this time he didn’t follow.

You met up with your best friend at her house after school and went into detail about your run in with Peter earlier that day.

“Maybe he just misses you? You guys were close when you were younger, you used to do everything together!” Your friend suggested.

You began pacing back and forth “Misses me?” You think it over in your head “Definitely not. It doesn’t take someone four years to realise they miss someone. Plus Peter has way to much pride, he would much rather watch me die than admit he misses me. He’s after something.”

“After something? Like what, help with his homework?” Your friend once again chimes in.

You stopped your pacing to look at her “No way, despite his demonic personality, he is actually quite smart.”

“Well, you know him better than anyone, what do you think he’s after?” Your friend asks.

You sit beside her on the bed and let out a long sigh. “I have no idea, and that’s the problem. Peter likes to pretend he’s unpredictable, but I almost always know what he’s thinking or how he’s going to act. But honestly, this time I’m stumped.” You admit.

You made your way home, your mind still trying to comprehend the events of your earlier encounter with Peter. You hated how much he was invading your thoughts, but you couldn’t help yourself! It had been so long since you had spoken, since he had even looked in your direction. The whole thing was too confusing.

You opened the front door to your home and dragged yourself inside, wanting nothing more than to eat your dinner and go to sleep. Dinner was already being laid out on the table in the dining room and you began to feel a lot better after seeing the impressive spread your mother had put on. “Hey mom! This looks amazing, I’m starving.” You were about to sit at your usual spot at the table when your mother steps in front of you.

“Not so fast!” You look up at her questioningly. “We have guests coming over.” She stated plainly. “Now go upstairs and get changed into something nice.”

You roll your eyes at her but do as she says. You didn’t need to ask who the guests were. You could already tell from the wine on the table who was coming over, it was your parents and Peters parents favourite drink after all.

You quickly changed out of your jeans and into a nice skirt and top. Even though Peters parents would come to your house at least once every few weeks for drinks or a quick catch-up, you knew your mother expected you to make a bit of effort when they were coming over for dinner, as in her words “It’s only polite.” Plus you didn’t mind dressing up nice once in a while.

After brushing through your hair and applying a small layer of mascara, you made your way downstairs. You could hear laughter coming from the dinning room, signaling Peters parents arrival. You walked into the room and was just about to greet them, when you are stopped in your tracks by a pair of dark green eyes boring into you. Peter was seated opposite your usual space, smirking slightly at your shocked appearance.

“Y/N dear! How are you?” Peters mother asked, dragging you out of your shocked state. You quickly look away from Peter and smile warmly at his mother, responding politely.

You make your way over to your seat and cautiously sit down, trying to avoid Peters overwhelming stares. Luckily your parents were too invested in their conversation to notice the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. You try to focus on what his parents were saying, acting as if you were invested in their conversation, when really your mind was reeling out of control.

It had been years since Peter had last stepped inside your home, let alone come over for dinner. He was always invited of course, except his parents always gave some lame excuse he had given them as to why he couldn’t attend. But now, after what had already passed between you at school, he suddenly decided you and your family was worth his time?

Anger and confusion began to build inside of you. He was definitely after something. And you were determined to find out what.

You didn’t speak one word to Peter throughout the whole meal, but you could feel his intense stare on you the whole time, almost daring you to get lost in his eyes. However, as your friend had said to you yesterday at Granny’s diner, thanks to your knowledge of Peters moves, you were impervious to all of his charms... or so you thought.

You made your way upstairs after dinner, Peter following closely behind. You had hoped to be rid of him, but thanks to your mother insisting you show him hospitality whilst they have a few more drinks, you were now stuck with him.

You hold open the door to your bedroom, allowing the enemy access to your most sacred space. You sit down on the edge of your bed and watch Peter warily as he begins to make his way around your room. “It’s changed a lot since I was last In here.” He states, finally breaking the deafening silence.

You nod slowly “Yeah well, it’s been quite a few years...”

Peter turns around suddenly, his dark eyes landing on you “Four to be exact.”

You nod once again, honestly surprised that he had remembered.

“It looks nice...” he continues “Much better than before. Glad to see you no longer have those awful childish posters.”

You glare up at him “At least my room was never full of barbies.” You defend yourself.

Peter smirks at you, amused at your defensive attitude “I think you’re well aware they were action figures, not barbies.” He walks towards you and sits on your bed, leaning back to make himself comfortable “But I think you’ll find my room has also changed quite a bit since you were last in it.” He looks you up and down suggestively “You’re always welcome to come over and see.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Was he really trying to flirt with you?! You quickly grab one of your pillows and fling it over at him, hitting him squarely in his face.

He grabs the pillow and moves it away, laughing darkly “Do you really want to start this love?” He threatens.

You grab another pillow, ready to defend yourself “I thought I told you to call me Y/N?” You state angrily.

He lets out a small smirk “Actually love. I think you’ll find you asked me not to call you at all.”

You launch another pillow at him, fed up with his flirtatious wit, except this time he was ready with a counter attack.

Soon enough pillows are being flung back and forth between you, which suddenly results in a full blown war. You were about to attack with another direct hit to Peters face, when you all of a sudden stumble and fall forward into him. You land hard against his chest, your body lay across the top of him. You were engulfed once again in his rich scent, the smell almost drawing you in, tempting you to take in more.

“Y/N?” Peter suddenly whispers, his warm breath tingling your ear “Are you okay love?”

You pull back suddenly, shocked at your own sudden dark thoughts aimed towards Peter.

You straighten up, avoiding his intense gaze. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry. I fell... I didn’t hurt you did I?” You pull yourself together and risk a glance in his direction, tying your best to keep yourself composed.

“I’m fine love, as long as you’re not hurt.” For a moment he almost seemed genuinely worried, and you could feel yourself open up to him. That was until you could see him holding back that devilish smirk. You couldn’t believe it. He thought he had got you.

After spending the entire day wondering why Peter had suddenly approached you, it never once crossed your mind that you may be his next conquest. 

Well two could play that game...