𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Babysitter ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer spideyyeet on Tumblr

https://spideyyeet.tumblr.com/post/618218285074464768/i-love-your-writing-and-it-just-makes-me-feel-some

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → language, fluff, softttt

Summary →The reader agreed to watch her little brothers (9 and 6) and her little sister (4) but had work earlier and is super tired, so sweet baby boy Peter tells her to take a nap and "he's got it" and Peter just trying to get her siblings to like him.

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"Hey." You said in a low hushed voice into Peter's ear, causing him to jump, hitting his body agaisnt his locker making you chuckle.

"Shit Y/n, you know I hate it when you sneak up like that." He said turning around, just as you leaned into him pressing your body against his and hugging him.

"You okay?" Peter asked softly, his hand coming up to stroke the back of your head, his other hand rubbing your back.

"Tired." You mumbled against his soft sweater. Peter bit his lip, kissing the top of your head, neither of you caring about the people in the hallway.

"What time you'd gone to sleep?" He asked knowing you've been staying up really late or not going to sleep at all because of school, and work.

"Didn't sleep." You said with low sigh pulling away to look up at Peter. His hand smoothing over your chin keeping eye contact with you. "Don't look at me like that-"

"I'm just worried, you're so tired and your movements have been all slow and stuff-"

"I don't have insomnia, Peter." You said, tired of having the same conversation.

"Well you can-a-and you're Edward Norton and I'm like not even fucking real-I'm your Brad Pitt!" He exclamined, his brain rewiring to make sense of his thoughts. You chuckled nodding your head.

"Well you keep thinking your 'just made up in my head', and I'll go to Physics. Fuck!" You groaned loudly Peter chuckling at your deep hatred towards his favorite subject.

"It's really not that ba...." Peter stopped his words as soon as he caught your glare. "L-love you." Peter smiled, you returning a mocking face making him chuckle.

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"Shit Y/n, you look like...well shit." MJ said as you fell on the cafeteria chair, head already resting on the table eyes closed.

"Did you even sleep-" Ned started but was cut off by your hand coming up and flipping them off. Peter came pushing your hand down.

"She's mean when she's tired." Peter started, putting his tray and sitting beside you.

"Shut up Parker." You started, making Peter click his tongue.

"See."

-

Peter swung through the streets of New York. Mind clear, body alive.

You however weren't in a very alive and cheery mood. Your dad is on a business trip in wherever the fuck, and your mom took a late shift at the hospital. So you were responsible for your three younger siblings. In these moments you really missed your older sister who was in college out of state, she usually handled them.

But alas, here you are. Hanging your keys by the front door, dropping the groceries on the counter, hearing footsteps running.

"Layla," you smiled bending down to pick up your four year old sister. "How're you?" You said kissing her cheek as you walked further into the apartment.