Peter Parker/Spider-Man Drabbles

35, 48 and 53

35. "I'm done! You can fix it!" 

48. "We've become the clingy couple that you used to complain about."

53. "That wasn't very subtle."

WARNING: Mild swearing. 

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 "Fuck this shit!"

I roll my eyes. "Something got you down, Pete?" I ask him in a sweetly mocking tone.

He pushes what he's working on off his desk and it crashes onto the floor, spewing parts all of the carpet.

He throws his hands up into the air and I laugh lightly at how dramatic he can be when he's frustrated.

"I'm done," he says flatly and pushes his chair away from the desk, then swivels it around so he faces me. "I'm done! You can fix it!"

I scan over the scattered tech shrapnel on the ground and raise my eyebrows. "I don't think I could, even if I wanted to."

Peter groans and pushes himself out of his chair and flops onto his bed, his limbs limp and his face buried in the blanket. He groans again.

I roll my eyes and laugh lightly. "It's alright, champ. Take a breather." I pat his back gently, but Peter quickly grabs my hand before I can move it away.

He pulls me down so I'm laying beside him and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close. He turns his head and looks at me. His face is red and his eyes are tired and his hair is a rat's nest, but somehow he still manages to be a kind of devilishly handsome that I can't seem to resist.

"I'm gonna quit school and join the circus," he mumbles.

I smile. "You wanna be the guy who shovels elephant poop or the guy who mops up puke?"

He shakes his head. "Neither. I'm gonna be a lion tamer."

"Okay...and what should I tell your aunt when you get eaten alive?"

He scrunches his face up as he tries to think of a comeback, but then he turns his head, smothers his face in the blanket, and groans again.

I laugh lightly and look down at his hand as I take it in both of mine and bring it up onto my chest. I hold it close as I exam every scar, freckle, mole, wrinkle, and vein.

"Can you stay the night?"

Peter's voice is clearer, like he's looking at me again, but I don't turn my head.

I laugh lightly. "We've become the clingy couple that you used to complain about."

"I'm oddly okay with that," he chuckles softly. "But, you didn't answer my question. Can you stay?"

I can feel him looking at me, but I let my gaze roam across his hand, I want to memorize every inch of him. I want to have a clear image of him in my dreams tonight.

His nose gently brushes my ear and a chill runs up my spine, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I shake my head. "Not tonight. I've got chores to do, a midterm paper to finish, and I promised I'd take Lucy to school in the morning so Mom could pull some extra hours."

Peter's fingers wrap around my right hand then intertwine with mine. I turn my head and look at him.

"When do you have to leave?"

"Couple hours," I shrug. "But..if I had good enough reason, I'd consider breaking curfew."

Peter's lips curl into a playful smirk and he picks himself up and crawls on top of me.

"That wasn't very subtle," he whispers.

I watch his lips as he speaks and I want to add a comeback, but I feel my heartbeat jump and the words catch in my throat. I bite my lip, unable to control the lust I have for him. I know this drives Peter crazy and he slowly lowers his head and I hold his face in my hands and let my eyes flutter closed as our lips connect.