𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Diet Cheaters

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → teasing, fluff

Summary →You and Peter break your diet pact, catching each other sneaking ice cream at 1 a.m.

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It was only day five of the healthy eating pact you and Peter made, and things were already looking grim. The plan was simple: cut back on junk food and avoid lactose-heavy treats like ice cream and milkshakes, which both of you loved a little too much. The goal wasn't to completely cut them out but to limit your consumption for a while. Easy enough, right?

Except that Peter Parker was notoriously bad at sticking to plans...especially plans involving food...and you weren't far behind him.

You had gone to bed earlier than usual that night, Peter still out patrolling the city as Spider-Man. You'd curled up in the sheets, determined to stay strong and resist your late-night cravings. But around 1 a.m., the cravings hit you hard.

You groaned, rolling onto your side as your stomach betrayed you with a low grumble. "Ugh, not now," you mumbled, rubbing your face with both hands.

The idea of chocolate ice cream popped into your mind, unbidden but persistent. You'd seen the tub in the fridge earlier that day, temptation sitting there like a test of your willpower. But Peter wasn't home yet, and surely, just one bite wouldn't hurt.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed and tiptoed toward the kitchen, trying not to wake anyone, yourself included. The apartment was silent, the only sound the faint hum of the fridge as you opened it.

Your hand reached out for the tub, but-
It wasn't there.

Frowning, you leaned in, scanning the shelves as if it had magically hidden itself behind the frozen foods you'd shoved in the back. No luck.

"Looking for this?"

The voice startled you so badly that you nearly slammed the fridge door shut on your head. You whipped around, heart racing, only to see Peter lounging on the couch, a spoon in his hand and the missing tub of chocolate ice cream perched in his lap.

Your jaw dropped. His eyes widened in response, and for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, caught red-handed in a silent war of guilt and betrayal.

"Peter Benjamin Parker," you finally hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You traitor!"

"I can explain!" He said quickly, holding up his free hand in mock surrender.

"Oh, this should be good," you shot back, stomping over to the couch. "You were supposed to be on patrol, not on a midnight ice cream binge!"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, setting the tub on the coffee table. "Okay, listen- I was on patrol. But it was a rough night, and I didn't want to wake you up, and..." He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the ice cream. "It was just sitting there. Mocking me."

"So your solution was to eat it?" You deadpanned, crossing your arms.

"I was going to save you some," he said defensively, then paused. "...Eventually."

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to suppress the amused smile tugging at your lips. "Uh-huh. And how much of it have you eaten so far?"

Peter hesitated before looking down at the half-empty tub. "...Okay, maybe I got carried away."

You sighed, shaking your head. "You're unbelievable."

"Hey, don't act like you're innocent here," Peter said, pointing his spoon at you. "What were you doing in the kitchen at 1 a.m., huh? Looking for broccoli?"

Your cheeks flushed as you scrambled for an excuse. "I... I was thirsty!"

"With a spoon in your hand?" He teased, grinning.

You glanced down and realized, to your horror, that you were indeed holding a spoon. "That's not the point!" You snapped, quickly tossing it onto the counter.

Peter laughed, leaning back on the couch as if he'd won some kind of victory. "Face it, babe. We're both diet cheaters."

"Speak for yourself," you muttered, flopping down beside him. But your resolve was already crumbling as the smell of chocolate ice cream wafted up from the open tub.

Peter smirked, holding out the spoon to you. "Want some?"

You eyed the ice cream warily. "If I say yes, I'll feel guilty in the morning."

"And if you say no, you'll be staring at me while I eat it, wishing you'd said yes," he pointed out.

You groaned, snatching the spoon from his hand. "Fine. But only a few bites."

"Deal," he said, shifting closer to you as you dug into the tub.

For the next few minutes, the two of you sat together on the couch, sharing the ice cream in comfortable silence. The earlier guilt melted away with each bite, replaced by the warmth of Peter's arm brushing against yours and the quiet laughter you shared when he accidentally got chocolate on his nose.

"Tomorrow," you said between bites, "we're going back to the plan. No more cheating."

"Totally," Peter agreed, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye suggested otherwise.

You rolled your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder. "We're hopeless, aren't we?"

"Maybe," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But at least we're hopeless together."

And with that, you decided that maybe one more cheat night wasn't so bad after all.

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