𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Brownie The Cat

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter isn't really fond of cats but you love them.

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You had always loved cats. Their soft purrs, their little meows, and the way they curled up in your lap, making everything feel instantly better. Growing up, you'd never had one because of your dad's allergies, but now, living with Peter, nothing was stopping you. Well, almost nothing.

"Y/n, are you sure about this?" Peter asked, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, watching you fuss over the small kitten in your lap. The kitten—a tiny brown ball of fur you’d already named Brownie—was busy pawing at your fingers, playfully nibbling on them.

You looked up at him, a soft smile on your face. "Of course, I’m sure. Look at him, Peter! He’s adorable!"

Peter squinted at the kitten, his lips pressed into a tight line. "I don’t know… cats and I don’t really get along."

"That’s because you’ve never had one! The only cat you know is Mr. Delmar’s cat, Murph," you teased.

Peter shrugged. "Murph’s cool. She doesn’t need much, just sits on the shelf at Delmar’s and watches everyone."

You laughed. "Well, Brownie isn’t Murph, but give him a chance, Pete. You’ll like him."

Peter sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. "Fine, but he better not touch my Lego sets."

You grinned, gently picking up Brownie and walking over to Peter. You held the kitten up, offering him to Peter. "Just hold him. You’ll see how great he is."

Peter leaned back slightly, eyeing the kitten warily. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," you insisted, practically shoving Brownie into Peter’s arms.

Reluctantly, Peter took the kitten, holding him awkwardly at arm's length. Brownie blinked up at Peter with wide, innocent eyes before letting out a small, squeaky meow. Peter stared at him for a long moment, and then, slowly, brought him closer to his chest.

"Okay," Peter muttered, "he’s kind of cute."

You grinned triumphantly. "See? I told you!"

Peter gave a half-smile, scratching the kitten’s head with one finger. "Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited. But remember, this doesn’t mean I’m all in on this whole ‘cat parenting’ thing."

But as the days passed, it became clear that Peter was very much not all in on the ‘cat parenting’ thing. Brownie demanded a lot of your attention, and Peter… well, Peter wasn’t too happy about it.

“Babe, we were supposed to watch that movie together,” Peter grumbled one evening, standing in the doorway of the living room as you sat on the couch, cradling Brownie in your arms.

“We can still watch it,” you said absentmindedly, your attention focused on scratching behind Brownie’s ears. “Just bring the popcorn.”

Peter frowned. “Every time I look, you’re with the cat.”

You blinked, looking up at him. “What?”

“Brownie this, Brownie that. I feel like I’m the third wheel in my own apartment,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

You laughed softly. “Oh, come on. You’re being dramatic.”

“No, seriously, Y/n/n,” Peter said, a little more firmly. “It’s like the cat’s more important to you than I am.”