My name is Parker, I write occasionally for fun even though Iâm real bad at it
My pronouns are they/them even though I donât care if you use he/him or she/her pronouns on me, I just prefer they/them
I only really write x readers in the second person and I try my very best to make them as appearance/race/gender neutral as I can (if thereâs some words that arenât but I canât really find GN words for them, Iâll write warnings at the top and stuff)
I ainât really got a DNI list, just like the basic dni criteria tbh
warnings: oral (reader and Pete), SMUTTTTT!, cum eating (hate that word itâs so embarrassing to write)
word count: 0.8k
A:N: reader is written as AFAB but I tried to write it gender neutrally for the trans mascs and afab enbies (MEE) :) also my first smut, so gross!!
smut under cut :)
âFuckkkkk!!! Peter!!âŠ..â you cry out as your pubic bone presses impossibly close to his face, his nose bumping into your clit, causing you to scream out more.
He mumbles a response, muffled by his lips against your folds.
âPeter fuck⊠GOD!â you donât know whether or not to wrap your thighs around his head and squeeze him closer, or kick him away with your feet.
Your belly gets butterflies and you can feel your body squirming more and more, you let out soft moans that slowly get more and more loud with the intensity of the moment. You hear Peterâs tongue and lips practically slurping you from the bottom, the noises perverted and filling the room.
âPeter, please!â you cry out against for him, sweat around your hairline and your hair tousled.
He hums as he brings you over the edge, leaving your legs shaking as he continues lapping at your juices. Your chest raising up and down as you breathe frantically through the feeling of sensitivity he gave you.
You cry out and tug on his chocolate brown locks, trying to signal for him to pull away. He gives your clit a quick kiss before pulling away, his lips shimmery as he licks at them. You shy away from him, immediately trying to close your legs and cover yourself.
âBug?â he kisses your knee, stroking your thigh up and down.
You reluctantly look up, seeing your boyfriendâs dorky smile and soft eyes, and you can feel yourself relax just at the sight.
âWas that uh.. good?â Peter asks, opening your legs again so he can lay between them, his face nuzzled on your chest.
âY..yeah..â you say, playing with his hair again, still trying to come down from the feeling.
He smiles against your skin and places a quick peck just below your collarbone, giving that area a quick nip as well.
âDo uh.. you want me to do anything?â you blush trying to close your legs again.
âYou donât gotta..â he says, his eyes fluttering.
âWanna make you feel good too..â is your reply before you weasel out from under him, rolling him so heâs on his back.
You lean in to kiss him, tasting yourself as you do so. He plays with your hair, running his fingers through it.
âYou donât have to Bug.. like eating you outâ he nips at your bottom lip before pressing his lips to the corners of your mouth.
You pull away, and he goes to object before you slip your hands under his tented, plaid boxers.
âFuck..â he grunts, feeling your hands wrap around him.
His hands push at his waistband, trying to frantically free himself. You see this and shakily remove them for him, watching him in all his glory. You lick your lips greedily as you thumb at his slit, watching him writhe under you. His lips play into a teasing yet loving smirk, his body propped up on his elbows.
Itâs not like you havenât been naked with him before, or even havenât had sex, but you canât help but be shy around your boyfriend when youâre both being intimate.
âBug.. please moveâ he grunts, trying to buck his hips up and down as you stay relatively still, in thought.
âS-sorry..â you whisper, slowly stroking him as he moans.
âJust like that..â he stops thrusting so much, letting you take over.
You speed up and slow down, switching between different speeds as he grips the sheet of your shared bed.
âSâgoodâ he shuts his eyes tightly, his face pinched together in bliss.
You slowly reposition yourself between his legs, practically doing the childâs pose as you kiss up his shaft.
âIs.. is this good?â You say inbetween pecks.
He nods and smiles at you, his eyes soft. You slowly descend your mouth on him, closing your eyes. You move your lips up and down on him, and he gasps.
âGonna.. oh my god..â he whines, and you can feel his legs trembling on both sides of you
You feel a sticky liquid dribble onto your tongue, and you accept it. Heâs moaning loudly as you wait for him to finish, tracing a vein on his dick with your tongue.
He sighs loudly and cups your face with one hand, pushing back his hair with the other. Your mouth is parted, his cum leaking out of your lips. He takes notice and pushes up on your jaw line, forcing your mouth closed. You take the hint and swallow, making a face at the slightly familiar taste. He smiles triumphantly before reaching for his and your discarded clothes, handing you pajamas and sliding his on.
âCuddle time?â he asks, opening his muscular arms for you to cozy in to.
You smile and bury your face into the crook of his neck, letting him envelop you in one of his signature Peter hugs.
âMy lil cuddle bugâ he teases sleepily, his eyes closing.
warnings: nothing really, brief undressing of bottoms??
word count: 0.2k
A/N: Sorry for disappearing for like 2 months (it will happen again), but I've been totally into BTK and Tom Blyth lately so here is a fic!!
Also Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates!
"You're so cute" Billy chuckles, his hand moving up to cup your face as you both lay on your shared bed. "Gimme sum kisses, baby"
You lean in, giving him some sweet kisses as your nose rubs against his.
"S'good baby, so so good.." he mumbles, kissing you more, his kisses trailing from your lips to your neck.
His hand slips down once again to the waistband of your bottoms, tugging on it with his hands. You give him a look of longing, your fingers playing with his brown locks.
"Be a good angel and help me?" his hands persist on your waistband, giving you a sweet look.
You help him remove your bottoms, his body slotted in between your legs, rubbing the tops of your thighs.
"So good f'me" he leans over your body, whispering in your ear as he plants a soft kiss under it.
summary: reader and spence are engaged, but it's a secret
warnings: reader being referred to by âmapaâ (mama and papa mashed up, if you have a preference, just pretend i misspelt the word), âgrandfatherâ Rossi, found family trope for realsies, non italian-speaking writer attempts to write italian (lord)
word count:Â 1k
A/N: Finally finished it LMAO after like two weeks of writing block (i got an obsession with remus lupin and couldnât stop reading fanfics instead of writing them) also this a part two to late night talking and i would suggest reading that before this xx why does this fic cut off so weird LMAO
You and Spencer had been together for 5 months now, and although things have progressed faster than normal relationships (you both getting engaged, moving in, having Alice think of you as more than a nanny, more than a step parent as well), you couldnât help but feel the most happy you have in your life.Â
You both really hadnât really told anyone of your engagement, including your family and friends, only Alice. That was all about to change tonight, as you were hosting an engagement party, whereâd you both would announce it.
âAre you getting ready hun?â Spencer asks as he knocks on the bathroom door.
âYep.. almost finished though!â you respond, quickly finishing up your look for tonight.
You open the door, only to see Spencerâs lanky frame leaning on the doorframe. Heâs wearing a warm grey cotton vest, over his off white button up, paired with a dusty purple tie and black slacks. Your eyes meet his and his smile instantly brightens..
âYou look.. woahâ he chuckles, giving you a kiss on your cheek.
Your face reddens, his compliments making your mouth curl into a smile.
âYou donât look so bad yourselfâ you chuckle, giving his tie a little straighten.Â
âMapa!â Alice comes running towards you, wearing a dress matching the colours of Spencerâs tie.Â
You smile and pick her up, playing with her wavy hair. She was practically a mini Spencer, from her hair and to her eyes.
âDo you want me to braid your hair?â you ask her, kissing the top of her little head.
âPlease!â she smiles, and you set her on top of the bathroom counter.
âSpencer, do you mind setting up the munchies and drinks as I tend to Princess Alice here?â you ask, the nickname making Alice giggle happily.Â
He nods and heads off, and you turn back to Alice. You grab the brush and hair ties, getting started on braiding. You do a classic, Elsa style braid, on her.Â
âAw, pumpkin, you look gorgeousâ you smile at her, helping her off the counter.
âIâm like Elsa!â she squeals, spinning around.Â
You chuckle and escort her to the kitchen area, seeing the island counter filled with various assortments of snacks and drinks. You look around, not seeing Spencer in the kitchen.Â
âHmm.. whereâs your father huh?â you ask Alice quizzically, and in response, she shrugs.
âOver here!â A voice is heard from the living room, and Alice runs over to it.Â
âDaddy!â she giggles, climbing onto the couch, where he was lying down and reading a book.Â
You lean over the back of the couch, chuckling at the sight.
âSeriously Spence, you read more than everyone I know combinedâ you tease.
âDid you know that reading strengthens your memory and concentration? Yeah, according to a stu-â he starts to say, but heâs cut off by a tiny âNO!â from Alice.
You burst out laughing, covering your face at Aliceâs response, Spencer just has wide eyes as heâs silenced by her. Alice crosses her arms at him, clearly having heard a lot of his ramblings in her (short) life.
A knock has arrived at the front door, the first guests finally have arrived. You swiftly dash to the front door, opening it.Â
âPenelope, helloâ you smile at the woman, whoâs dressed in a pretty pink dress with butterflies.Â
âHello sunshine, I come bearing more sustenance!â she chuckles, holding up a container of dip as she enters the entryway.Â
âYou didnât have to, thank you!â you take the dip from her as she takes off her grey pumps.
âAunty Penny!â Alice comes barreling in at the sound of her voice, practically tackling her leg.Â
âOh my, you look so gorgeous Ali!â Penelope practically gasps, picking up the girl.Â
Alice smiles and wraps her arms around Penelopeâs neck as she heads to the kitchen area.Â
âWhereâs Uncle Derek?â Alice pouts her lips.Â
âHe should be here soon, donât worryâ she smiles at her.Â
ââââââââ
The party was bustling, laughing and music filling the room. Everyone was almost there, minus a certain Italian.Â
âIâm late, Iâm sorry!â his voice is heard from the front door, belonging to the last guest.Â
âRossi, we were wondering where you were!â JJ chuckles, and he shrugs.Â
âHad to pick up my favourite wineâ he holds up a clearly expensive bottle, setting it on the counter.Â
Youâre holding Alice on your hip, and she is clearly exhausted, even though the party has been going on for less than an hour.Â
âThereâs my beautiful nipoteâ David approaches, giving the sleepy girl a kiss on the head, before moving to you and giving your cheek a 'Rossi hello'.Â
âNonno!â she exclaims, her voice quiet as he reaches out for him, in which he complies.Â
You smile, looking around to see if Spencer is seeing the same thing you are. You see him smiling on the other side of the island, and then he makes eye contact with you, causing him to smile more.Â
âLook at my dress Nonno!â Alice exclaims, her energy increasing more by the minute.
âBellissima!â he chuckles.
âMapa got it for me when we went dress shoppingâ she proudly proclaims.
âOh?â he asks, curious to know.Â
âYep, we also got to try different cakes and look at rings for Mapa and Daddy!â she claps her hands.
Everyone pauses, clearly thinking the same thing.
âDid.. did you guys get engaged?â Emily finally speaks up, looking at you and then Spencer.
You and Spencer awkwardly exchange looks, as there was no point in hiding the engagement from them anymore.
âSurprise?â Spencer speaks up, his hands making a âI surrenderâ pose.Â
The whole group laughs and cheers, Derek giving Spencer a friendly pat on the back.
âHow long?â Jennifer asks, a faint smile on her face.
âThree monthsâ you laugh, your hand on your forehead.Â
âI canât believe you kept that a secret from us for that longâ Derek exclaims, teasing Spencer.
Spencerâs mouth curls into a smile as he looks at you.Â
âI want to see the ring!â Penelope says, her voice giddy.
You whip out the ring, which had been stashed in your pocket this whole time. Itâs a quite simple ring, which is what Spencer knew you wanted instead of an oversized one.
âGorgeous!â Emily says as they all fawn over the ring.
You smile down at the ring in your hands, proudly showing it off.
STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEYâRE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES
summary: spencerâs daughter wonders about his and readerâs relationship
warnings: pure cringey fluff
word count:Â 2k
A/N: HHHH might not do a part two for this itâs lowkey embarrassingâŠâŠâŠ ALSO DONT ASK WHY I KEEP POSTING CHILDREN AND PREGNANCY FANFICS IM FERAL RN
Spencer had been gone on a case for around two days now, his unit being called out to consult on a case somewhere in Tennessee. So now you were staying at his house for the meantime, babysitting his four year old Alice, who you had been a nanny for since she was around nine months old. She and Spencer were practically your family, even though youâd never say it out loud to anyone.
âI wanna watch Frozen!!â Alice pouts, holding the dvd case out for you.
âMunchkin.. itâs almost bedtimeâ you laugh, crouching down to match her height.
âPleaseeeee?â she says, giving you the most adorable puppy dog eye look.
You recheck the time, mentally making calculations on how long the movie will take, since you wanted her to keep with her bedtime schedule.Â
âDidnât you watch it two days ago?â you question the four-year-old, raising your eyebrow at her.Â
âItâs my favourite movie!â she exclaims, holding out the dvd case more, begging you to take it.
âOkay, but itâs our secret okay?â you shake your head, taking the dvd and standing up.
âYay!â she jumps up and down, hugging your leg.
âCome on, let's get your jammies on firstâ you pick her up, carrying her to her room.
You spend a couple minutes changing her into her pajamas, which coincidentally were Frozen themed. You swiftly brushed her long brown hair, styling them into two French braids. You move her to the bathroom, helping her brush her teeth.
âThank youâ she smiles, making an âuppieâ motion at you.
âCourse hunâ you pick her up, giving her forehead a quick peck.Â
You head back downstairs and place her on the polyester couch, wrapping her in a fluffy blanket. You smile at the scene before heading to the player, slipping in the dvd. You sit back down next to her, in which Alice responds by resting her head on your lap. You gently trace circles into the back of her head with your finger, emitting a yawn from her.Â
Hans and Annaâs song starts playing in the background, causing you to hum along to the beat, which you knew by heart. Alice giggles faintly, her eyes still peeled to the television.Â
âLove is an open dooooooooor!â you sing along, pretending to hold a microphone.
âYouâre so silly!â she squeals, laughing and squirming around.
You chuckle, pinching her cheek, causing her to giggle more. The song ends, and you see as she sits up to look at you.Â
âWhatâs wrong baby?â you ask her, rubbing her back.
âAre you married?â she asks, sitting in a criss-crossed position.
You laugh softly, shaking your head.
âWhy do you ask, Ali?â you tilt your head.
âDo you want to be married?â she scooches closer to rest her head against your arm.
âOne day, maybe, if I meet the right personâ you smile, holding the back of her head.
âOh..â she yawns, clinging to your arm.
You move her to your lap, readjusting your body so you're lying on the couch and she's resting on you, trying to get her to sleep.
âIs daddy the right person?â she asks, the sleepiness evident in her voice.
Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, your face red with embarrassment.Â
âW-Why do you ask?â you play with her fingers, looking at how tiny they were compared to yours.
âCause..â she mumbles quietly, a little shy to answer, âI want daddy to be happy, and heâs always happy when you're hereâ.Â
The sentence sends a shockwave through your heart, causing your body to heat up.
âHe is?â you ask, smiling.Â
She smiles sleepily, nodding matter of factly before cuddling back into your chest. The movie plays in the background, but you don't pay attention, your head rushing with thoughts. You can hear faint snores mixing with the dialogues. You snap out of it, picking up the blanket and placing it over you both.
You check your phone for any new messages from Spencer, as he hasnât called for his nightly phone call with Alice. You sigh as your notifications turn up empty, placing your phone back on the end table. You decide to get some hours of shut eye, having been exhausted from a day of entertaining an energetic kid. You shut off the tv, falling asleep moments later.
The next thing you know, you hear keys in the lock jingling, the door opening quietly. You hear footsteps stepping in and a bag dropping to the floor, you drowsily look over the couch, trying to see who it was.
Spencer walks into the living room, seeing your drowsy face and smiling. You put your finger to your lips, indicating for him to be silent, pointing it back down to where the sleeping Alice lays. He peers around the couch, laughing silently at the sight. You get up, gently picking her up, making sure she remains asleep as you bring her up the stairs to her room. You set her down, letting Spencer tuck her in. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She stirs slightly, a small smile creeping onto her face.
He looks back to you as you both leave her bedroom, and you notice the dark bags under his eyes. You smile softly, reaching out for him, giving him a small hug.
âYou okay?â you whisper in his ear, his arms tightening around your waist.
âRough caseâ he sighs, pulling away moments later.
âWanna talk about it?â you head back down the stairs, getting ready to pack up your overnight bags so you can head to your apartment.
âIâm good, thanksâ he follows closely behind you.
âWell then.. I should get going, if I wanna make the next subwayâ I smile sleepily at him, throwing various things back into my bag, making sure I have everything.
âYou should really stay over.. itâs not safe for you to be out at this timeâ he speaks up, reaching for your shoulder.
âI wouldnât want to impose..â you reply, your body heating up as you feel his touch.
âPlease.. stay?â he says, his voice soft.
His words cause your heart to flutter, causing you to remember words his daughter said to you just hours earlier.
âHeâs always happy when you're hereâ.
âCourseâ you smile once again at him, causing his face to blush a light pink.
He gives you a double handed thumbs up, before heading to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water and a quick snack. You trail after him, watching his movements.
âI can heat up some leftovers for you.. if you want?â you offer, leaning against the smooth countertop.
âItâs alright, Iâm not that hungryâ he shakes his head, snacking on some mixed fruit.
âAre you sure, when's the last time you haven't eaten something that came out of a vending machine?â you tease him.
He chuckles, looking at you.
âIâm fine, really, thanks for worryingâ he leans his lanky body against the counter, next to you.
You both stand in relative silence for a while, watching as his hands dip back into the bowl of fruits.Â
âAlice asked me a funny question tonightâ you laugh quietly.
âOh?â he nudges you with his elbow, beckoning you to say more.
âYeah, she asked if you were the person I wanted to marry..â you rub your neck.Â
He chokes on the berry in his mouth, coughing loudly, he tries to cover his mouth so Alice can't hear.
âShe what?!â he stumbles over his words, his face red like the berries he was eating.
âShe also said you are always happy when Iâm aroundâ I tease him, poking his chest.
He groans, holding his head in his hands.
âI canât believe Iâm raising my own little profilerâ he laughs, rubbing his forehead.Â
As if on cue, a small âDaddy?â can be heard from the top of the stairs, alongside the sound of mini footsteps stomping down them.
âBaby.. hiâ Spencer swiftly moves to her, swooping her into his arms.
âYouâre home!â she exclaims, still sleepy.
âI am, were you good while I was away?â he looks at her, his eyebrow raised.
âYuh huh!â she nods, her face tucking into his neck.
âGood, goodâ he rubs her back, looking over to you once again.
You smile at the scene, imagining what life would be like if you were actually their family. You approach them, giving her head a soft caress.
âLook at my braids!â she claps her hands together excitedly, showing them off proudly.
âThey look gorgeousâ he kisses the top of her head, lingering there for a second.Â
âCan I sleep with you tonight?â Alice pouts at Spencer, her small fingers in his wild hair.
He bites his tongue, knowing itâs impossible to say no to a request like this. You know heâll most likely say yes, as she wasnât the only one missing the other.Â
âJust for tonight, alright?â he says, making her squeal in excitement.
âAre you staying for a sleepover?â she redirects her attention to you, smiling.
I nod as well, my mouth curling into a smile.
âYay!!â she starts to celebrate, but gets cut off by a long yawn.
You all head back up the stairs, grabbing your overnight bag as you pass it. Alice watches you from behind Spencer, her eyes fighting to stay open. You wave her goodnight as you turn to open the guest room door, but you are swiftly met with objections.Â
âNo.. sleep with me and daddy!â she frowns, reaching her hands out for you.Â
âSweetie..â Spencer says, his voice filled with sternness.
âIâm sure your father wouldnât feel comfortable with that, sorry babyâ I lean your lips near her forehead, giving her a kiss.Â
âIâm.. Iâm fine with it, if you areâŠâ he mumbles quietly.Â
âCome on!!â she attempts to grab you.
âI will, just let me change first, okay?â you chuckle, heading back inside the guest bedroom.Â
You change into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, brushing your hair and looking at yourself in the mirror. You make sure you look decent before heading to Spencerâs room, seeing Alice jumping around on his bed.Â
âHey monkeysâ you giggle, making your way to the mattress.Â
She happily jumps close to you, practically pulling you onto the bed. You sit down, crossing your legs together.Â
âOkay Alice, itâs bedtime now, alright?â Spencer says, yawning as he rests his head on his pillow.
âOkayyyâ she huffs, laying down beside him.
You rest on the edge of the right side, trying to put as much distance between you and Spencer as possible. Alice reaches for you, trying to pull you closer to her. You begrudgingly obey, rolling next to her. Spencerâs eyes watch you, a faint grin on his face. Alice attaches herself to you, cuddling into your chest. Your hand rests against her back, letting her face hide in your collarbone.
Spencer scooches closer, his hand resting on his daughterâs shoulder as she snoozes off. Your breathing hitches, your face flushing for the fifth time today.Â
âIâm sorry if you feel pressured to do this, you can leave now if you really want toâ he whispers, his eyes moving to his daughter's sleeping body.
âItâs fineâ you remove your hand from her back, rubbing the back of your neck before returning it back to its position.Â
He swallows nervously, moving his hand on top of yours. A grin creeps onto your face, moving your and his handâs so they interlocked. His thumb caresses yours, sending little shivers into your body.
He moves closer to you, sandwiching Alice in the middle of you both. Her face was still pressed into you, her little hand clutching at the fabric of your tank top. His jaw rested above her head, trying desperately to touch foreheads with you, in which he succeeded.Â
Football Player!Peter Parker x Marching Band!Shy!Reader
summary; both you and peter were nominated for homecoming court, but not as each other's dates. In fact you two kept your relationship a secret from everyone, even your closest friends. He wished he could show you off to the whole school
warnings; none lol
notes; pookies i am not in band but i have a lot of band friends so forgive me if this isn't the most accurate
words; 1.3k?
You watched as the crowd roared when Peter ran into the end zone. Your instrument blaring, to the sound of a song you've played many times before. A sly smile appeared on your face, the corner of your lips holding a secret only two people knew. It was a stroke of luck that the cheerleaders were placed in front of the band. All anyone could see from the big screen was Peter looking towards the cheerleaders with a big grin on his face, or what they thought was a smile underneath the helmet. The game was a landslide, the team was up 35 while the other team only had one touchdown from the first quarter and hadn't scored since. You heard your best friend at your side, whispering, "Why are you watching Parker? I thought you hated him,"
You scoff, turning your face away from them, "When have I ever said that! He's in my physics class and he's.....nice!" You hated lying to your best friend but you liked having him all to yourself. You and Peter had been dating secretly for a few months but you knew what all your friends would say. They were wrong, they only saw the persona he put on in school, but beneath that was the sweet and nerdy boy who geeked out over Star Wars while you threw popcorn at him. They didn't know how he visited his parent's graves every Sunday, or how he adored his Aunt May.
They scoffed lightly, "Yeah and the sky is green!" You rolled your eyes ignoring their comment, gluing your sight to the field, holding your instrument tightly.
The timer had ticked down, the lights shining brightly on the players. It was almost half-time, which was when the nominations for Homecoming Court would be announced. There was no chance that Peter wouldn't be voted for King, and you knew that Gwen Stacy would be nominated as his 'date'. It didn't bother you at all. No, not at all.
What you didn't account for was your friend putting your name in for the ballot and all of the music department voting for you and the Drum Major Austin Lawrence. The whistle blew, signaling the game was at halftime. You let out a breath of relief as you got off the stands, following behind your friends slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse of Peter while the other marching band took the field.
You almost stumbled over your feet as you saw Peter take off his helmet as he exited the field. No matter how many times you saw your boyfriend, his beauty always took your breath away. The front strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, his face holding a grin as his teammates bumped their shoulders with him, as they left to the locker-room. You heard him laughing and joking with them, and you wish he would never stop laughing, the sound was so melodious to you that it felt brighter than the sun. You had spent so much staring at him that your friend had grabbed your arm and pulled you over to the concession stands, grabbing the food Austin was holding for them and shoving it into your hands, and you turned your head to the big screen. You could see the pictures of Peter and Gwen from the yearbook being projected as the announcer had started speaking.
You felt the envy spread throughout your body, it was stupid but you couldn't control it. Your jaw had clenched, so much so your friend put their hand on your shoulder, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Y/N? What's your problem?" Their eyebrows furrowed, as they tried to discreetly look at Austin. He knew about the nominations, your friend had convinced him to keep it a secret. They thought it'd be a nice suprise for your senior year, but you never liked the spotlight. It's why you haven't revealed that you and Peter are dating, meanwhile there was nothing more in the world that he wanted to do than show you off to the whole school. Your friend waited for your answer, but you were lost in thought, watching Peter from afar.
"Huh? Oh it's nothing, um just a headache I guess," You replied, before you practically jumped out of your skin when you heard your name and Austin's name was announced, heard all around the stadium. The picture of you two was you and Austin talking during a break at a football game, but what you didn't notice was the lovestruck look on his face. Peter noticed, he's been noticing since you guys started dating, and he hated it.
Peter had a class with him once, and he found him annoying. Was Peter biased? No, of course not, why would he be? It's not like the kid was in love with his girlfriend or anything. It had irked him so much how he couldn't go up and kiss you like the world was ending, all because you didn't want to deal with the backlash of dating the school's quarterback. He understood of course, but he loved you so much and all he wanted to do was show you off.
The camera had practically put the camera in front of you and Austin's face, the look of surprise evident on yours. You heard the whole band from behind cheering as Austin put his arm around you, and smiled down at you.
He practically shouted in your ear, âCâmon! Cheer up! This is supposed to be fun!" You laughed nervously, trying to keep your unease at bay, at least while the camera was pointed at you two. Luckily for you, the camera man walked away, intending to find the next homecoming couple. You moved yourself out from underneath Austin's arm and walked away from him and your friend.
It was lucky that the band didn't have to be back for another 15 minutes and that Peter saw you walking away from them. He followed after in a safe distance, so that there wouldn't be any suspicion, he knew he should be in the locker room, but he knew you were upset and he couldn't give a damn about anyone else in this moment. You found a little hiding spot in freshman year in the stadium and any time you needed a moment to yourself during a game, youâd escape there.
âY/N, babe? Whatâs wrong?â He frowned, as he looked down at you, reaching for you. You melted into his arms, allowing yourself one moment in public with him.
"I didn't know I was nominated for it," You mumbled into his chest, scrunching your nose slightly as his jersey was sweaty. He hugged you a little tighter before Peter let go and looked into your e/c eyes.
"Babe, it won't be that bad ok? You are an amazing person and I love you." He reassured, kissing your cheek before running back to the locker room. He could care less if his coach was mad, all he cared about was you.
You smiled sweetly as he walked away, taking a deep breath before walking back to the band bleachers. Your friends breathed a sigh of relief as they saw you walk up.
"Where were you? We turned around for one second and you were gone! And you didn't come back for five minutes!" Your friend whisper shouted as you walked up the bleachers. You ignored them, walking back to your spot ignoring them. You were pissed, you didn't even know about it and now you had to do all this extra stuff for homecoming that you didn't want to! All you wanted to do was go with your friends and watch Peter from a distance.
They didn't understand, it was the whole reason your relationship with Peter was a secret, you hated attention! And now you had to do all this extra stuff for Homecoming now, though you would be able to spend more time with Peter or at least be in his presence.
summary: preggo teen!reader and peter discuss baby and living situations
warnings: (teen) pregnancy, reader is written to be afab but is referred in neutral terms
word count: 0.8k
A/N: im lowkey tempted to make this like a just teeny tiny series with two or three more parts so if thatâs something at least one person wants to see I will write it
pt 2 to Anyone Else But You, but you donât gotta read it to understand this
âHello gooberâ Peter coos into your bump, pressing small kisses to the surface of it.
âGoober?â you laugh, ruffling his hair.
He smiles dorkishly at you, his hands caressing your bump.
Youâve been pregnant for around 5 months, and ever since then, Peter could not keep his hands off your stomach. He tried not to touch it during school, so as to not drag attention to it, but you were getting to the point where your bump showed against your baggy sweaters.
You managed to somehow inform your parents of the news, and thankfully they didnât kill you on the spot. They were upset at you and Peter of course, but they noticed how happy you two were and so they supported you both, and were excited to meet their future grandchild.
Then next was May, Aunt May. Peter felt better telling her about the baby then you were telling your parents. You can still see her expression when you both told her of the situation, a mix of shock and pure joy. Her arms wrapping around you both to give you a soul crushing bear hug.
âAre you staying the night?â you ask him, your hands resting on your bump gently.
âMhm, never gonna leave youâ he mumbles against your belly.
You chuckle softly at his words, petting his hair as he practically clings to you.
âYouâre gonna have to go home eventuallyâ you remark, making little ponytails in his hair.
âNope, gonna bring you with meâ he smirks cheekily at you, sitting up so he can wrap you up in his arms.
âThat reminds me actually, when I do give birth, are you gonna visit a lot?â you ask, rubbing your bump.
âWell.. I was hoping we could live together so I can help at nightâ he says, pressing small kisses to your cheek.
âLike- get an apartment?!â you tilt your head in confusion.
âMhm, Iâm starting a job soon so Iâll start getting some sort of incomeâ he plays with your hair.
âI donât know if we can even rent- cause we arenât eighteen yet..â you sigh, frowning softly.
He sighs as well as he looks up at you, his lower lip jutting out. Itâs been hard figuring out what you should both do after the birth of the baby, Peter doesnât want to leave you to be the carer the majority of the time, and you donât want him to miss out on his education, which has caused a small strain in your relationship.
âWell, we could either do like a week here and a week at my place, or I could spend all my nights here? Iâm sure May would understandâ he offers sweetly, reaching for your hand.
âI kinda like the idea of a week there and a week here, we could do that after a couple weeks after this demon is bornâ You giggle at my joke, putting his hands back on your bump.
As if on cue, the baby kicks against your stomach. Peterâs eyes widen as he looks at you in shock, laughing softly.
âOur little demonâ he leans in to kiss you, his thumbs rubbing circles on your bump.
âWe still gotta figure out namesâ you whisper to him, looking down at your bump.
âStinker if itâs a boy, stinkerette if itâs a girlâ he chuckles.
âStop fooling aroundâ you laugh back, messing his hair up.
âFine, what do you think we should name âem?â he reaches for your hair in return, giving it a quick mess up.
âDunno, was thinking maybe Juno for a girl?â you giggle mischievously.
âWe are not naming our child after that movieâ he laughs, planting his face back into your bump.
âOh come on.. itâs a very beautiful nameâ you pout.
He shakes his head, his nose brushing against your belly. You scoff playfully at him, shifting your body so youâre lying on your back.
âNoo.. donât moveâ he mumbles, trying to hold you in place.
âJust laying down Peteâ you stretch out, yawning.
âYou sleepy?â his head pops up.
âAlwaysâ you chuckle at your little joke.
He moves his face from your bump up to your face as he lays next to you, paying attention to you. He cups your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. It was all like some sort of routine of his, heâd spend time making sure the baby felt loved and cared for, and then made sure his baby felt loved and cared for as well.
âLove youâ he mumbles assuringly, staring deep into your eyes.
You blush, leaning into his touch, cupping his hands with yours.
âLove you tooâ you smile, yawning again.
He moves on his side, his body pressing against your sides as he lays his leg over yours, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. You know he wonât fall asleep until you do, but it doesnât matter. You slowly feel yourself fade into dreamland, the stress from the pregnancy dripping away with each second you let yourself succumb.
