𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Sleepy Study Sessions

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings →Fluff, exhaustion, academic stress.

Summary →Exhausted from studying, you and Peter fall asleep together in a pile of textbooks. May finds you both and snaps a photo.

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You sit cross-legged on Peter's bedroom floor, surrounded by a chaotic mess of textbooks, loose papers, and a few forgotten snack wrappers. The dim glow of his desk lamp casts soft shadows across the room, making the stacks of homework look even more ominous than they already are.

"I swear, Mr. Harrington assigns extra homework just because he enjoys watching us suffer," you groan, flipping through your calculus textbook with little enthusiasm.

Peter, who is sitting beside you with his back against his bed, sighs dramatically. "I think he's secretly a supervillain. Like, the Calculus Crusher or something."

You snort. "Wow. That's gotta be the lamest villain name I've ever heard."

"Fine, what about... The Derivative Destroyer?" Peter offers with a grin, tapping his pencil against his notebook.

You pretend to consider it. "Marginally better. But still lame."

Peter presses a hand to his chest, feigning deep offense. "Excuse me, I'll have you know I'm a certified genius."

"Certified in what? Bad puns?"

"Among other things," he says smugly before his eyes flicker back down to the problem set in front of him. "Ugh, my brain is fried."

You lean over slightly to peek at his notebook. "You did that one wrong."

Peter blinks at his work, then at you. "No, I-wait. Are you serious?"

You nod, pointing at a step where he'd fumbled a negative sign. "Yep. Here."

Peter lets out a dramatic, exhausted groan and lets his head fall back against the bed with a thud. "I quit. This is where I die."

"RIP, Peter Parker. Taken too soon by calculus," you say solemnly.

He peeks at you through one eye and smirks. "Will you tell my story?"

You place a hand over your heart. "I'll make sure everyone knows of your valiant battle against advanced mathematics."

Peter chuckles, sitting back up to attempt the problem again. You try to focus on your own work, but the numbers on the page start blurring together. Your head feels heavy, and you rub your eyes, trying to push through the exhaustion. You're not the only one struggling-Peter's movements are getting slower, his notes sloppier.

"I'm just gonna..." He trails off, resting his cheek against the open pages of his textbook. "Rest my eyes for a sec."

You smirk. "Peter, that's not-"

But his steady breathing answers before you can finish. He's out cold.

You shake your head fondly. "Genius, huh?"

Deciding to power through, you keep working. But before long, the weight of exhaustion pulls at you, too. Your eyes flutter shut, and at some point, without even realizing it, you lean into Peter's shoulder, his warmth and the quiet of the room lulling you to sleep.

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May walks in a while later, expecting to remind you both to take a break. What she finds instead makes her pause in the doorway, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

You and Peter are fast asleep, tangled in a heap of textbooks and papers. Your head rests against his shoulder, his head still tilted against his open book. It's an adorably exhausted mess, and May can't help herself-she pulls out her phone and snaps a quick picture.

Shaking her head with amusement, she steps closer and gently drapes a blanket over both of you. "Sleep well, nerds," she whispers before slipping out of the room.

She'll tease Peter about this later. But for now, she lets you both rest.

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