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how does trouble react when peter bites her? 🎤
'trouble?'
'reading.'
'trouble?'
'go away.'
'trouble!'
you promise yourself that this is the one and only time you'll give into him. your face must show how annoyed you are because peter softens you right up with 'i love you.'
'aw. i love you too, handsome.' you wait for more, he doesn't offer anything. you lean over for a quick kiss before settling back into his sheets. the second your eyes are back on your book, peter bids for more attention.
'cuddles?'
you're not moving a thing, peter said you could read all afternoon if you wanted and you're going to do it. you pat your chest while shifting down, if he wants a cuddle, he has to come to you.
'i'm reading.' peter doesn't need another clue, he's pushing himself up and moving to lay on top of you. his weight adds a nice pressure, subconsciously a hand finds itself dragging through his curls while the other supports your book.
'trouble?' it's a whisper, you respond with 'shh.' your hand slowly stills the further you find yourself invested in the story, peter doesn't like it one bit. you hit the next chapter, honing in on heavy dialogue you're taken from reality and thrown into the page.
you jump, a soft yelp tumbles from your lips while your book drops and you push at peter's cheek. 'ow, ow, ow, ow! stop biting, stop biting!' peter digs his teeth in further, you whine and try to hold him back, it hurts more.
'peter,' you plead with his name and it's enough to make him let up. 'what? you've got very yummy arms.' it's the same excuse you use on him, you frown and stare at the soft indent he left behind.
'you bit me.'
'payback. let me get another.' you squirm away, 'no!' peter catches your arm and holds you still, you're still trying to fight him off when he latches on to the meat of your bicep. 'you're nibbling, i don't nibble!' it's a lie, you use him like a chew toy and you should be thankful he's being so easy on you.
peter lightly thrashes his head from side to side, it's like a dog with a bone. peter's the one with a pain kink, not you. 'i don't like it! i bite, you kiss, that's the rule!'
sweet relief, your attention lost from your damp skin by falling into the deep pits of peter's eyes. they're so pretty that you could spend limitless hours just looking at them.
'i'd kiss you if i could have your attention for two seconds.'
'then ask me!' peter blinks, a small frown forms. 'i tried. you shut me out.' he was pining for your attention and went for the one thing that would rip you from your alternate universe.
'does my petey want some love?'
a tender kiss is placed where his teeth were a minute ago. 'just a little.' you could set aside a few minutes, your book wasn't going anywhere.
'okay, give me hugs.' you ready yourself for a blanket of peter, instead he shakes his head and uses a hand to hold himself up, over you. 'no hugs. kisses.'
'what if i want hugs?'
peter said what he said. 'kisses.'
'hugs.'
a pretend grumpy face, he surprises you with a peck. 'kisses.' you poke his shoulder. 'kisses always mean more to you, i know your secrets.'
'no secrets, i promise. can't a guy just makeout with his girlfriend without being interrogated?'
your eyebrows raise, 'from kisses to a makeout. see? i knew there was something up with you.' peter takes a deep breath and eases into that smile. the one full of boyish charm, the one that makes you feel warm and giddy under his touch because it feels like he's undressing you in his mind.
'trouble,' you lose all air when he places a barely there kiss on your lips. 'please let me kiss you.' you can't think straight when he whispers against you like this, especially when he's pleading.
'you can kiss me.' it's just as quiet, you can feel peter's smile when he leans in. he's so gentle you tug him closer by his shirt, in ten seconds you're pressing up and begging him for more.
you halfway notice when peter sets your book on his nightstand, this time you can't blame him for starting more than just a kiss. but you will.
'just a makeout, huh?'
'it's a paperback. we don't wanna crush it, right?'
'next time don't be so sneaky and just fuck me from behind while i'm reading.'
a sharp inhale, peter's pupils blow wide. an aggressive kiss, your bottom lip might be bruised in the morning. 'don't tempt me with a good time, trouble.'
'it's not tempting if i'm asking.' another kiss, peter can't hide his love if he tried.
'have i ever told you that you're the best thing to ever happen to me?'
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NOT U INDIRECTLY SAYING THIS TO ME DJDNDDNDJD
(the answer is no. i am not okay mentally xo)
it's okay bestie neither am i.
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was so emotional and spent 20 min crying on the floor for no reason (kinda) #justperiodthings, now im giggling at the thought of any peter walking in, theyd be CONCERNED 💀
i fr think peter is lowk thankful for your period.
like, if you were a little mean and picking small fights a lot. or so hungry you're being a bully. maybe you're having a mental breakdown and just sobbing. and peter is just so terrified he's doing something wrong and this is the end of the best thing he's had just for you to be like :hehe, it's shark week uwu.
he'd be so fucking relieved.
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IMDJDJDKDKDKX
WE NEED MORE HMS😩
sincerely, a slut xo
imagine telling him this 😭😭😭
'it's so hot when you add 'hm?' to the end of your sentances.'
'are you okay? like, mentally?'
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Omg i have so many different ideas on how frat peter would tell trouble he loved her for the first time and i seriously don’t know which one i like the best.
like would it be in a super sweet moment and he finally says it? or like during the breakup??? or like an angst while they’re in a fight and he just says it without realizing? or he’s drunk asf and says it but doesn’t remember 😭. I genuinely cannot wait for your writing of this one I literally love everything you post
:D thank u!!! if it helps here's a teeny blurb from something i'm working on that hints that.
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He won’t say it. He wants to. He wants to scream it and shout it and plaster it on every fucking screen in times square. But he won’t say it until you're his, he won’t use it as a pawn, he won’t say it until he's sure you’ll believe him.
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