𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Toilet Seat

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Period cramps, mild hormonal rage, toilet seat, fluff.

Summary → Peter forgets to put the toilet seat down......again.

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You woke up already feeling like the universe was conspiring against you. The cramps had set in, and it felt like someone was relentlessly twisting a dull knife in your lower abdomen. You groaned as you threw the covers off, shuffling to the bathroom, barely awake.

You opened the door and flipped on the light. You took one step towards the toilet, and of course, as your luck would have it, the seat was up. Again.

Your eyes twitched, your hands clenched into fists. You swore this had been the third time this week that Peter had left the seat up. How many times does one have to tell a guy?

You stood there for a moment, breathing heavily before your patience snapped.

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!!"

Your scream echoed through the apartment like a war cry. In the living room, Peter, who had been casually munching on cereal while watching TV, nearly choked. His eyes went wide in terror, the spoon clattering out of his hand. He jumped up, tripping over the edge of the coffee table, and scrambled down the hallway.

"C-coming! I'm coming!" He stuttered, his voice full of panic. He bolted into the bathroom and froze at the door, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

You stood there, arms crossed, face flushed with anger as you glared at him. "Do you want to explain this?" You said, motioning dramatically to the toilet seat.

Peter swallowed hard, a nervous gulp audible. "I-uh-uh... I-um..." He looked between you and the toilet seat, his brain seemingly short-circuiting.

You weren't having it. You narrowed your eyes and stomped your foot. "Peter, this is the third time this week. Do you enjoy making me suffer while I'm on my period? Is this some sick game for you?"

Peter shook his head so fast you thought it might fly off. "No! No, I swear! I just... I forgot again!" He winced, already realizing that was the wrong thing to say.

"You forgot?" You snapped, your voice rising an octave. "How do you forget something that basic? It's like... like a biological hazard, Peter!"

Peter's cheeks flushed, his hands fiddling nervously at his sides. "I know, I know! I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to! It just slipped my mind-"

"Oh, it slipped your mind?" You interrupted, stepping closer, eyes narrowing as if you were a predator stalking prey. "Like how your Spidey-senses just slip when you forget to put down the toilet seat? Really? I swear, you can fight bad guys, but you can't remember to put a toilet seat down. It's basic manners, Peter!"

Peter's shoulders slumped, and his brown eyes went all big and puppy-like. "I swear, I'll never forget again. I promise, okay? I-I'll... I'll put a sticky note on the mirror if that helps! I'll... I'll tattoo it on my arm!" He was panicking, clearly desperate to get back into your good graces.

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him as you tried to calm your hormonal rage. But it wasn't working. Everything was irritating today, and Peter's scared, guilty face wasn't helping either. "A sticky note," you muttered under your breath. "Like that's going to solve everything."

Peter stepped forward hesitantly, reaching out to gently place his hands on your shoulders. "Hey," he said softly, his voice soothing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I know you're not feeling great right now, and I don't want to make it worse."

You didn't say anything, just kept glaring at the toilet seat like it had personally wronged you.

Peter, in full-on puppy mode, leaned down slightly so that his face was level with yours. "Please don't be mad," he whimpered. "I hate it when you're mad at me. You can, like, yell at me more if it makes you feel better. I'll take it. I deserve it."

You sighed deeply, your anger melting just a little at his pathetic tone. You turned to look at him, and there he was, those big, brown, pleading eyes staring at you like a guilty puppy who had chewed up your favorite shoes.

"You're so lucky you're cute," you grumbled, still irritated but softening.

Peter's face brightened just a little, sensing that the storm was passing. "So... you forgive me?"

"Barely," you muttered, pointing towards the toilet. "But you better start always putting that seat down, or I swear, Peter, I'll-"

"I will! I will! I swear, from now on, the seat will always be down. It'll be the down-est seat in the world!" He moved over quickly and lowered the seat himself, turning back to you with a proud smile. "See? Already doing it!"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again. "Don't act like you just saved New York again. It's just a toilet seat."

"I know, but for you, I'd save all the toilet seats," he said, trying to sound serious but the goofy grin gave him away.

You sighed, finally giving in. "Fine. But I'm still mad."

Peter took that as a victory. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a gentle hug. "You can be mad. I'll be your human punching bag, okay?"

"Ugh, you're so annoying," you mumbled against his chest, but the warmth of his embrace and the scent of his cologne made it hard to stay mad.

"I know," Peter whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "But you love me."

You sighed, letting your body relax against him. "Yeah, yeah. I love you."

Peter grinned, resting his chin on your head. "I love you too... even when you're scary."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean... even when you're, uh... totally justified in being angry!" He backtracked quickly.

You groaned, pinching his side playfully. "You're such a dork."

"And you're my favorite person to dork with," Peter replied with a soft chuckle. "Now, how about I make you some tea and get you a blanket, and we forget about this whole toilet seat incident?"

You huffed but nodded. "Fine. But if you forget again, I'm taking your web-shooters."

Peter gasped dramatically. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would," you smirked, stepping out of his embrace to head back to the couch.

Peter trailed behind you, shaking his head with a smile. "You're terrifying when you're on your period."

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Yes, ma'am."

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