𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Doodles of Love

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Whenever Peter's bored in class, he doodles on your notes or your hands.

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It was another boring day in chemistry class. The teacher droned on about formulas and compounds, but Peter Parker wasn't paying attention. He rarely did, not because he wasn't smart, but because he was too smart. He'd figured out the entire lesson within the first five minutes, and now, like always, he was bored.

You felt a light tug at your notebook. You turned your head slightly, and there he was-Peter-already doodling on the corner of your notes. A tiny stick figure appeared, standing next to a smaller one. You couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked, his brows furrowed in concentration like this was the most important thing in the world.

"Peter," you whispered, trying to suppress your grin.

"Hm?" He responded absentmindedly, not even looking up from his little masterpiece.

"You're doodling again."

"I know," he murmured, now adding a little flower between the two figures. "It's art. I'm improving your notes."

You rolled your eyes but secretly loved it. Peter's doodles had become a regular part of your class routine. He always managed to sneak little drawings onto your notebook pages, whether it was stars, flowers, or stick figures that looked vaguely like the two of you. Sometimes, they'd even be little hearts, but he was always too shy to admit that.

"You're gonna get caught," you warned, glancing at the teacher.

Peter glanced up quickly, eyes scanning the room like he was Spider-Man on patrol, then went right back to doodling. "Nah, I got this."

As if on cue, his hand slid to yours, and before you could protest, he started drawing a flower on the back of your hand. You watched as his fingers gently held your wrist, the tip of his pen tracing delicate petals. There was something calming about the way Peter focused on his drawings, how his touch was light and careful, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you.

"You're ridiculous," you muttered, though your heart fluttered every time his fingers brushed against your skin.

"And yet, here you are, still letting me doodle," Peter teased with a playful grin, eyes twinkling as he met your gaze.

Suddenly, the teacher's voice cut through the air, loud and clear. "Mr. Parker!"

You both froze. Peter's hand jerked back from yours like he'd been caught stealing something, and the entire class turned to look at him.

"Care to share what's so important that you're not paying attention to the lesson?" The teacher asked, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

Peter stammered, scrambling for an answer. "Uh...well, y-you see, sir... I was, uh-"

"He was just taking notes," you quickly interjected, flipping your notebook closed before the teacher could get a good look at the doodles.

The teacher narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. "A warning, Mr. Parker. Pay attention, or it'll be detention next time."

"Yes, sir," Peter muttered, ducking his head.

Once the teacher turned back to the board, Peter gave you a sheepish smile. "Thanks for saving my butt back there."

"You're welcome," you whispered back. "But seriously, Peter, you almost got us in trouble!"

Peter's lips quirked up, and he leaned in closer, his voice low. "Totally worth it."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking your head at how goofy he was. Peter Parker, the brilliant boy genius, could be such an adorable idiot sometimes. And you loved him for it.

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Class finally ended, and as you gathered your things, Peter was at it again-this time drawing a tiny heart on your wrist with a quick flourish of his pen. You tried to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks as he admired his work.

"There," he said, satisfied. "Now you've got a piece of my art with you all day."

"You're ridiculous," you repeated, shoving your notebook into your bag.

Peter grinned, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Yeah, but you love it."

"Maybe," you teased, giving him a playful nudge. "But next time, try not to get us caught, okay?"

"No promises," he winked, grabbing your hand as you both made your way out of the classroom.

As you walked down the hallway together, Peter glanced at your hand and smiled, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You know, I doodle on your notebook because it's more fun than paying attention."

"And here I thought you were just trying to annoy me."

"Well," Peter said, his voice softening, "I also like having an excuse to hold your hand."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you glanced at him, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity in his voice. Peter's goofy grin faded into something more tender, more real, and in that moment, it was like the rest of the world didn't exist-just the two of you walking hand in hand.

"You don't need an excuse for that, you know," you said quietly, squeezing his hand back.

Peter's smile widened, and he looked down at your linked hands, his thumb brushing over the tiny heart he'd drawn on your skin. "Good to know."

And with that, you both stepped out into the afternoon sun, the doodles on your notebook and the warmth of his hand in yours a sweet reminder of the little things that made Peter Parker so special-his intelligence, his playfulness, and his unwavering affection for you.

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