habromania → marvel imagines

{ peter parker - any }

baking
type: fluff
pairing: peter parker x reader (college au // not really important)
warnings: reader is stressed from school, language

a/n : written poorly at 4am with tasm in mind but im pretty sure this can count as any kinda christmas themed but not too heavily

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MIT was difficult. both you and peter were plenty aware of this. as of recently, you'd had to take over for one of your classmates in a project. meaning, since it was a split work assignment, you had double to do. this also meant the extra work was added to your already overlapping classes and part-time internship at oscorp.

correction: everything seemed difficult at the moment

sure, it was the holidays and you finally got a break from both school and your 'job' but that didn't mean you had nothing to do. it would've been a much less stressful break if you didn't have that fucking project to do.

it's not like it was even part of the curriculum anyways-you just had a really shit teacher.

needless to say, once you got back to yours and peter's shared apartment off-campus and he insisted you go take a nap, you had no obligations.

peter knew how hard you had been working and was, unfortunately, aware of how stressed you had been.

knowing this, he decided to do something special for you.

which is exactly how he ended up in your shared kitchen with ingredients and utensils all over the place.

although he was enhanced, he still had the worst coordination you'd ever seen.

he turned around to grab a bowl and-somehow-managed to knock over the whole bag of flour. trying to stop it getting everywhere, he went to catch it but forgot how he was literally inhumanly strong and ended up grasping the bag so it burst all over him, the floor and countertops.

sighing, he stood defeated in the middle of his mess, questioning all his decisions up until now and wondering whether he should've just opted on something simple like christmas microwave popcorn instead.

but he knew he would probably find a way to mess that up too.

"peter?"

your voice sounding from the small living room, which was open to the kitchen, snapped him back and out of his thoughts.

"what're you doing up, angel?" peter's voice was quiet, laced with care, adoration, and then slight worry, "i didn't wake you, did i?"

"probably not." you shrugged, "just woke up randomly i guess. it usually happens after falling asleep."

he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, causing you to chuckle.

"did a bomb go off in here or something?"

peter looked around him, realising just how bad he fucked up.

shaking his head, he replied, "no... i wanted to do something special for you so i decided to make christmas cookies but it didn't really... turn out as expected..."

"aww, pete." you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his head and leaning in for a short kiss, "you're so adorable."

he rested his forehead against yours, "i'm sorry."

"don't be, sweetheart. you're the sweetest boyfriend ever. even if it didn't turn out as expected, i couldn't ask for it any other way."

peter pressed his lips to yours again, "so, in an absolute state?"

"precisely." you pulled him in again.

after you both eventually pulled away, you offered to help him clean up and then you could bake together. peter then suggested he order from your favourite chinese restaurant, considering it was 24 hour and not too far from your apartment building.

"sounds like a plan, parker."

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after you cleared out the dirty bowls, which peter somehow managed to get both flour and sprinkles stuck all over, you helped him start on the dough.

"okay so just beat it in together- yeah, just like that, babe!" you kissed his cheek, which still had slight traces of flour on it, and prepared to set the dough in the fridge.

"so what now?" peter asked, waiting on your next instruction in fear of messing up again.

"it's pretty easy from here."

"i love you, but that doesn't answer my question."

you laughed adoringly at how careful he was being, "yknow they're just cookies, right?"

"whatever." he laughed

that's when the doorbell rang.

"here-you mould the dough into the shapes you want the cookies to be and i'll go get the door."

"alright." he sighed contently, admiring how perfect you were to him.

you always tried to find the best in situations and he loved that about you.

he loved everything about you.

you set the food on the coffee table situated in front of the living room sofa and went to go see how your spider-boyfriend was getting on in the kitchen.

being the man child he was, peter didn't let you see the cookies before putting them in the oven.

to be honest neither of you trusted him with an oven-or any appliance for that matter-so peter made you look away while putting them in to bake.

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when the timer went off, peter quite literally jumped from his position on the sofa and dragged you up with him.

"someone's excited." you pressed your hands to the counter and leant against the top.

"well, obviously," he briefly paused his erratic search of icing in the cupboards, "decorating is the best part!"

"yeah?"

"yeah!"

you pushed yourself off the counter, "grab me those gloves please, babe."

peter handed you the checkered material, which aunt may had gotten for you both when you first moved into the building, and opened the glass to pull out the tray.

examining the pastries, you noticed how perfectly peter had shaped them.

"sweetheart, these look amazing." looking up at him, you saw him already staring right at you. his gaze was intense, yet loving nonetheless.

leaning in, he locked his lips with yours, pouring as much passion he could into the one action. that's when you tasted the hint of peppermint on his lips.

"you started eating the icing sugar didn't you, babe?" you hummed against his lips.

"i did." he smiled against your own and leaned into your touch once more.

"your such a child, pete."

"yeah, well i bet i can make a better snowman than you."

you picked up a spoon and took the sprinkles from his hand, "you're on, parker."

maybe you didn't see you spending the very early hours of the morning drawing christmas trees onto the freshly made cookies with peter, but you couldn't think of any other better way to spend your holidays.