𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Cookie Monster

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter ate all your cookies and now you're giving him the silent treatment.

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Peter sat on your bed, fidgeting nervously with the sleeves of his hoodie, watching as you ignored him, flipping through your book without even sparing him a glance. His curly hair was a mess, and his puppy dog eyes-usually your weakness-were locked on you, filled with guilt. You had to stay strong this time.

"I didn't mean to eat all of them," Peter mumbled, his voice soft and pleading. "I thought I'd just have one or two, but they were so good... I'm sorry, babe. Please don't be mad."

You continued to act as if he wasn't there, even though it was taking all your strength to ignore how adorable he looked, especially when he was in full puppy mode.

"Y/n/n..." he whined, dragging your name out, leaning forward on your shared bed like a sad puppy who'd been denied a treat. "You know how much I love your mom's cookies! They're like...the best thing ever! But I didn't mean to finish them all. I just-got carried away..."

You shot him a glare but still didn't speak. Peter dramatically flopped onto the bed, laying on his stomach as he stretched his arm toward you, fingertips barely grazing your knee.

"Please," he whispered dramatically. "Forgive me. I'll do anything. I'll...buy more cookies. I'll even bake some myself! They won't be as good, but I'll try. You love me, right? You can't stay mad at me forever!"

You turned the page of your book, deliberately keeping your expression neutral, though the corner of your lips twitched upward. Peter noticed and immediately perked up, crawling closer to you on the bed.

"Aha! I saw that smile! You can't resist me!" He said, grinning now, as if he had won some sort of victory. "C'mon, baby. You don't wanna be mad at your adorable, superhero boyfriend, right?"

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, trying to hide your smile. "You ate all of them, Peter."

"I know! I know! But I can make it up to you," he said, moving to sit cross-legged in front of you, holding your hand gently. "I'll do whatever you want. Seriously. Cookies, foot rubs, swinging you around the city...name it, and it's yours."

He pouted, his eyes wide and glistening. "Please, Y/n. I hate when you're mad at me."

You finally sighed, shutting your textbook and crossing your arms, trying to keep a stern face. "You really ate every single one."

Peter nodded guiltily. "Every. Single. One."

"...And you didn't even save me one."

"I-yeah, I know," Peter winced. "But...I'll never do it again! I promise! Just...please don't give me the silent treatment. It's torture."

After a long, dramatic pause, you let out a breath. "Fine. But only because you promised. And next time? You better save me at least one."

Peter immediately grinned, wrapping his arms around you. "Deal! I promise, I'll never steal your cookies again. You're the best!"

As he hugged you tightly, you couldn't help but laugh, finally giving in to his relentless charm.

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