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Clingy (PP)

Author: ptersmj

Warnings: a little bit angsty

you hum to yourself as you brush your teeth, peter waiting in your room for you to finish up. you've left the bathroom door open the tiniest bit at his request. well, he didn't outright ask you to because that would be creepy. you'd assumed he'd like it. he was all puppy eyes and frowns when you ended your cuddle session to get ready for bed, so you figured this would keep him feeling close to you.

peter might have developed a touch of separation anxiety over the years. who could blame him? with the things he's been through, some of which you'll never even know about, it makes sense. besides that, he genuinely just wants to be around you no matter the circumstance.

he loves you entirely, so much that he'd watch you scrub the dirt out of your pores if it meant he didn't have to leave your side.

ducking down and out of the mirror, you spit out your toothpaste. a familiar smiling face is behind you when you look back up. you gasp in surprise to see peter, but it quickly becomes a giggle. his strong arms find their place around your waist, hugging you against him.

"holy shit, i didn't even hear you come in." you grin at peter's reflection. "stealth mode has been activated," peter half jokes, chin resting on your shoulder. you're reaching into the cabinet for floss now. "have i been in here a while? i'll be done soon if you need," you offer while ripping some floss out of its holder. "take your time, baby. i don't mind." he presses a lingering kiss to the back of your exposed neck.

"and, you haven't been in here too long. just missed you," peter admits, you laughing while you continue picking your teeth. he pouts and squeezes your middle. "what?" "you can never resist," you sigh lightheartedly, tossing your floss in the trash. "missed you too, pete." your hands rest on top of peter's while he rocks you side to side. he peppers warm kisses across your jawline.

"mm, hurry up. rather do this in bed," peter yawns out, his tired eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "what happened to taking my time?" you playfully pinch the back of his hand. he squishes his cheek against your shoulder. "i got sleepy. plus... i like to be held too, ya know." huffing, you tilt your head to leave a kiss in his mop of curls. "trust me, i do. may told me all about your sleeping in her bed phase."

peter tenses behind you, his cheeks heating up. "she... she did?" "oh, yup. you've been a blanket hog your whole life, huh?" you smirk even though he doesn't see it. he groans into your pajama shirt, which is really an old tee of his. "remind me to have a chat with my aunt about boundaries." you reply with a click of your tongue. "her story times are the best."

before peter can refute, you bend over to splash your skin with water. "noooo," he complains and tries to tug you back to him. "what are you doing?" "washing my face, weirdo," you laugh out, releasing yourself from his death grip. that doesn't stop peter from tackling you in another hug from behind, this one somehow tighter. you have no choice but to accept it.

"don't leave me. i'm so comfy like this," peter's voice is muffled, his face hidden in the side of your neck. "i'm right here, pete. let me go for, like, a minute and then i'm all yours," you attempt to convince him. he's uncharacteristically touchy tonight, and that's saying something. you're getting worried. "is everything okay?" you wonder, turning around to face him. peter instantly shakes his head.

"fine," he states, pecking your lips in reassurance. you're still not pleased. "you don't seem fine to me," your tone quiets. "what is it, pete?" peter brings a hand up to the small of your back, where he rubs slow circles. "absolutely nothing, angel. nothing anymore." the hint of a smile graces his features. "you make me all better. want more cuddles, is all."

although you're not completely satisfied with that, you decide to let it go because it's late and peter is okay.

"you'll get them," you murmur, returning his smile. your arm slings around his neck. "but, talk to me next time. you always can." peter nods in response and brushes his thumb over your back. "you're everything," he speaks lowly. "my everything." fully beaming at him, you draw him into one final hug. "right back at you," you challenge. his hands stay on either side of your waist when he pulls away with a chuckle.

"ok, you're free. go do your skincare."