𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Blanket Thief

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → You're a blanket hogger and Peter's freezing to death.

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It was nearing 1:30 am, and Peter Parker was wide awake. He blinked into the darkness, feeling the cold air from the AC creeping across his skin like icy fingers. The chill made him shiver, but he remained still, his body rigid as he tried to withstand the cold. The sound of the AC softly humming filled the room, a comforting sound for most, but right now, it felt like a frozen windstorm.

He rolled over, hoping to find warmth, but was met with nothing but the cold sheet. The blanket, his saving grace, was nowhere near him. Confused, he reached out, searching for the comforting weight of it but found nothing. His hand slid further across the bed, and that’s when he realized the blanket had been entirely claimed by you. He turned his head to look at you.

There you were, sound asleep, curled up like a burrito with the entire blanket wrapped around your body. Peter blinked in disbelief. He chuckled softly under his breath—of course, you were snug and warm, while he was left shivering. He couldn’t even see where the blanket ended; you had expertly cocooned yourself into it.

Peter thought about tugging the blanket back, but he hesitated. He didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, your face relaxed in sleep, your hair gently spilling across the pillow. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb you.

But man, was he freezing.

His fingers grazed the edge of the blanket near your side. He tried to tug it slowly, thinking he could slip just a corner of it free without waking you. He pulled… nothing. You were too tightly wrapped in it. Peter sighed, letting go, lying back in defeat.

I can do this. I can survive the night like this, he told himself. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. But no matter how hard he tried, the cold kept gnawing at him, making it impossible to relax.

Another few minutes passed. He couldn't take it anymore. His body was covered in goosebumps, and his nose was starting to feel numb. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

He sat up slightly and leaned over, whispering, “Baby…”

You didn’t move. He thought maybe you hadn’t heard him. So, he tried again, a little louder this time. “Y/n/n... baby?”

You stirred, your body shifting under the blanket, but you didn’t wake up. Peter groaned softly. He didn’t want to be rude, but he couldn’t keep shivering all night.

“Baby, please... can I get some of the blanket?” He asked, his voice laced with the softest hint of a whine.

You mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, your face scrunching up a little as you pulled the blanket even tighter around yourself. Peter's eyes widened in disbelief. You weren’t even awake, and you were still claiming more of the blanket!

He tried again. “Babe… I’m freezing.”

Still half-asleep, you mumbled, “Just go to sleep, Pete.”

Peter sighed dramatically. “I can’t sleep. I’m freezing my butt off.”

No response. You had drifted back into your peaceful slumber, clearly unbothered by his discomfort. Peter pouted, staring at you, unsure of what to do. He reached for the blanket again, giving it a little tug—just enough to maybe loosen your grip. When nothing happened, Peter frowned. He pulled again, a little harder this time.

Suddenly, with one sharp tug, the blanket slipped free from your tight grasp, and you were left exposed to the cool air, blinking yourself awake in confusion.

“What the hell, Peter?” You grumbled, sitting up, clearly still groggy. You rubbed your eyes and looked at him, your voice a mix of sleepy frustration.

Peter gave you an innocent look, clutching the newly freed blanket to his chest like a prize. “You’re a blanket hogger, Y/n/n!” He whined, the words coming out more like a complaint than an accusation.

You squinted at him in the dim light, trying to wrap your head around the situation. “I’m not a blanket hogger,” You muttered defensively. “You could’ve just tugged it a little. Why wake me up?”

“I did try tugging it!” Peter retorted, pulling the blanket around himself now, clearly enjoying the warmth. “You had it wrapped around you like a burrito. I had nothing. I was freezing! My toes were numb!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at how dramatic he sounded. Still half-asleep, you groaned and reached for the blanket again, tugging it back toward you. “Well, now I’m cold, too.”

Peter shook his head, his tone playful. “No way, babe. You’ve been hogging this for hours. It’s my turn.”

You sighed dramatically, falling back onto your pillow. “You’re such a baby, Peter.”

“And you’re a blanket thief,” he shot back with a grin, now teasing you.

You rolled your eyes, pulling half of the blanket back toward you. “We can share, alright? You get half, I get half. That’s how it works.”

Peter grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Yeah, but I think I deserve a little extra for having to freeze for the past hour.”

You gave him a look. “Don’t push your luck, Parker.”

He pouted, but you could see the playful glint in his eyes. “Fine,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, finally settling for his half of the blanket.

As you both lay back down, Peter shuffled closer to you, draping his arm over your waist. “You know,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, “If you had just shared the blanket earlier, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this.”

You let out a soft laugh, snuggling back into his arms. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I do,” you agreed with a smile, your voice barely a whisper as sleep started to pull you under again. “Even when you steal the blanket.”

Peter chuckled, pulling you closer to him, his warmth finally returning as you both shared the blanket peacefully. “Goodnight, Y/n/n.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

And as the cold air from the AC swirled around you both, you found comfort in each other’s warmth, the blanket finally forgotten as you drifted off together, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.

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