𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Petey ❀

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

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/740775033835847680/hi-can-i-request-frat-tasmpeter-being?source=share

Parings → Frat! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter likes being called Petey.

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"Hi, Peter!"

Not that he's counting, but it's been four days since you called him Petey and at this point he swears you're upset about something, you just won't tell him what yet.

"Hi, Trouble." His kiss must be lacking, your thumb rubs over his bottom lip and you show a small frown. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," it's spoken into your skin. You don't believe him, you try again, Peter's better this time around. "Your kisses feel sad." Okay, maybe not.

"I'm not sad, you're the one being weird." You tie around him for a hug, he gladly copies you. "I'm not being weird, you're being weird." Peter hums, you feel his chest vibrate.

"Sorry. I think you're mad at me and you won't tell me why." You have to be, it's the only reason you've been holding back your favorite name.

"I'm not mad at you. Why do you think I'm mad?" Peter's tapping his fingertips down the middle of your back, he doesn't know how to say it without sounding like a baby.

"I don't know. You've just been a little less affectionate than normal."

You try to think back, you don't think you have. You had lunch with him almost every day and wrapped your arm around his at the table, and kissed his cheek almost every ten minutes. And you almost had to beg him to ditch the party to come cuddle with you on Saturday.

And you're currently in a hug with no time expiration. You don't know how you could be more affectionate.

"Have I?" You're looking at him for answers because you have none.

"Yeah." You can't fix it if he won't tell you. You poke his side, then tether your arm back around him. "You gotta tell me how."

"You just..." Peter's so glad you're in a hug and have your head turned, because you can't see the blush he's feeling. "You haven't called me Petey in a while."

You feel your heart burst open. He loves it just as much as you do.

"You told me you didn't like it."

Peter knows what he said. It's just not what he meant.

"It doesn't matter if I like or not, I got used to it."

You take a few seconds to think about it, it doesn't mean you can't have fun. "If I start calling you Petey again you can't give me sad kisses." Peter washes his hands over your back, you melt in further.

"If you started calling me Petey again I would have no reason to give you sad kisses." Boom. He said it and he really wasn't thinking, you push him away and look up with shining eyes.

"You really do like it!" A gasp, you reach for his face - you reach for his pink cheeks. Peter grabs your hands, "No. Leave me alone." You bat him off and try again, he lets you.

Peter blushes harder when you coo. "You're my handsome Petey." His eyes close, "Trouble."

"Yes, Petey? I'm all ears for my Petey."

My Petey. He really likes that. It shows on his face, he swears he's about to start sweating. "You know what you are?" It's not rhetorical, you're waiting for him to ask.

Peter peeks an eye open, he's never seen you so infatuated. "What am I?" You place a kiss to each cheek, "You're my Petey Pie." A whine follows, "No, I'm not. I'm not a pie."

"You are. You're my Petey Pie and you're so, so sweet."

It's been a nonstop blush. You're loving this. "Guess what flavor you are," you tell him before he can ruin it. "Strawberry."

Peter claws your hands off. "Okay, it's done. We're over this, now." You won't let him escape without another kiss. "Sure thing, Petey."

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