bro i stumbled across your blog and ive read all your pete fanfics in one sitting i love them sm
i have sm ideas, spending new year's eve with pete, family dinner with steve and shanon, helping pete with marking his class' tests and assignments, reader and pete babysitting ben and realising they wish to have a child together one day and many more it'd be amazing if you wrote any of that
Pete dunham x reader
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author’s note: OMFG i stop writing bc i didn’t know what else to write you save me tbh, i’m so happy that you enjoyes them!!! 🫶🏼 if you have more ideas please dm me or send thwm to the inbox :)
It’s a Saturday afternoon, and you’re sitting on the couch, flicking through TV channels, when Pete walks into the living room with a wide grin on his face. “Hey, love, I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you,” he says, his voice filled with that familiar excitement.
Before you can ask what it is, the front door opens, and Shannon walks in, holding a small bundle in her arms. Ben, Pete’s nephew, is barely five years old, with a head of messy blond hair and the curious eyes of a child who’s always getting into mischief, just like his uncle. “We need a favor,” she says, handing Ben off to Pete. “Steve got us a dinner reservation for our anniversary, we need a couple of hours. Are you two up for babysitting?”
You exchange a glance with Pete, who shrugs. “Why not? We’ve got this.” He grins, his confidence matching your own. The two of you had handled everything from surprise parties to road trips, so how hard could babysitting be?
Ben, as if on cue, runs over to you, his tiny legs working overtime to get to the couch. “Are we gonna play games?” he asks, his voice full of energy.
Pete chuckles and flops down next to you. “We can play games, but you’ve gotta listen to y/n, alright?”
The next few hours unfold in a whirlwind of activity. First, you and Pete set up a mini fort in the living room. Ben insists on using every pillow and blanket in sight, leaving you both laughing as the fort becomes a labyrinth of cushions and throws. You make it an adventure, with Ben as the brave explorer, you as the wise guide, and Pete as the clumsy sidekick. His laughter fills the room every time Pete pretends to trip over the piles of pillows, making silly sound effects as he falls.
Then, the three of you move to the kitchen to bake cookies. Ben, far too eager for his own good, manages to get flour everywhere, including on Pete’s shirt. You try to keep him focused, showing him how to roll the dough while Pete stands nearby, making goofy faces and eating chocolate chips when Ben isn’t looking.
After the cookies are in the oven, Pete suggests playing a quick round of video games. You’re not exactly competitive, but Ben insists that you join him. The screen flashes with colorful characters and challenges, and before long, you and Pete are both deep into the game while Ben grins beside you. It’s a sight to see—Pete, the tough guy with tattoos and a sharp attitude, caught up in a game of Super Mario with his nephew.
As the evening draws on, Ben grows tired, his energy from the afternoon adventures starting to fade. You and Pete sit on the couch, him leaning back, you beside him, Ben’s small head resting on your lap. Pete gently ruffles Ben’s hair, his voice soft as he whispers, “You did good today, buddy.”
You smile, watching as Pete’s gentle side comes out in full force. “You’re good with him,” you say, glancing at him.
Pete glances down at you and smiles, that familiar warmth in his eyes. “Wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.”
As the evening settles in, you and Pete are still quietly sitting on the couch, the faint smell of cookies lingering in the air. Ben’s breathing is soft and steady as he drifts into a peaceful sleep on your lap. You gently stroke his hair, savoring the tranquility of the moment.
Pete, however, seems a little more distant than usual. His hand rests on the back of the couch, fingers tapping lightly, but his mind appears far away. You glance up at him, noticing the slight furrow in his brow.
“You okay?” you ask, your voice gentle, trying not to disturb the quiet bubble of the room.
He glances over at you. “Yeah, just… thinking.” His gaze drifts back to Ben, still nestled peacefully in your lap. “You ever think about having kids? Like, for real?”
The question catches you off guard. It’s not something you two have discussed much, and when you look at Pete, his face is unreadable, a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something more contemplative.
You sit up a little straighter, the weight of the moment sinking in. “You mean, like… having our own?” you ask, unsure of how to phrase it.
Pete nods, his fingers now absently running through his buzzed hair. “Yeah, I mean, I know we’re not there yet, but I dunno… seeing Ben today, just how happy he was, it made me think. I’ve never really pictured myself as the dad type, you know? But… seeing him with you, the way you’re so good with him… I just thought that maybe I could do that one day.”
His words surprise you. You always saw Pete as the tough guy, the one who’d rather talk about music, the next big fight, or plans with friends. But now, in this quiet moment, it’s like you’re seeing a side of him that’s deeper than anything he’s shown you before.
You smile softly. “You’d be a great dad, Pete. And we don’t have to figure it all out now, we got time, yeah?” Your hand finds his, and you give it a reassuring squeeze. “One step at a time.”
Pete leans back into the couch, still watching Ben, but now with a different kind of expression—gentle, thoughtful. “Yeah, one step at a time,” he repeats, almost to himself. “Maybe… I could do that. Maybe we both could.”
You both sit there for a few minutes, the room quiet except for the soft sound of Ben’s breathing. Pete’s hand shifts from the back of the couch to rest on your shoulder, his thumb lightly brushing your arm.
“I guess what I’m saying is… I think I could see it. Us, a family, all of it.”
You look up at him, feeling a warmth in your chest. “I think I could see it too,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, a smile tugging at your lips. “But we’ve got plenty of time, Pete. We’re in no rush.”
Pete nods, his lips curving into a smile of his own. “No rush,” he whispered as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.
As you sit together, the future seems like something bright and full of possibilities. You’re not sure when it will happen, or exactly what your future holds, but in this quiet moment with Pete and Ben, you both know that when the time is right, you’ll face it together—one step at a time.
