Spideypool Oneshots/Prompts

Breakfast

Peter Parker sat at the table, hunched over a textbook and a pile of complicated homework. For the first time in a while, he could not understand what he was reading. It was simply a jumble of large words he was reading over and over. The more & more he reread, the more & more stress piled upon his shoulders, and frustration blossomed in his eyes. Vigorously he clicked the top of his pen in hope of concentration. To his avail, it did not help.

He dropped his pen, and swung his head into his hands. Wanting nothing but to crawl back into bed and sleep for eternity. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to drape lower & lower every day. Perhaps the long days as a college student and hero were taking a toll on him. The late nights with Wade didn't help either. Peter bent over the back of his chair, causing his spine to pop. He groaned, which of course was followed by an overdue yawn. Rather than make another attempt at his procrastinated work, the boy decided to make a bit of coffee. Maybe that would help him through these striving times.

Peter trudged over to the kitchen, and began raiding the cupboards. After battling the coffee pot he eventually made it work, and decided to pop a few slices of bread into the toaster. He leaned on the counter top, watching the pot slowly fill, drip by drip. It was soothing to him almost, like a single rain drop rather than an annoying faucet. It almost made him fall asleep... almost... nope, it did.

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Wade awoke to an empty, cold bed. He was hoping for some ~lazy~ morning activities, but coffee and pancakes would do well too. He sat up yawning, and doing a few stretches. Only to collapse back down, and wrap himself in the comforter. Maybe Petey would bring him breakfast in bed if he pretended to sleep. Then he could hit two birds with one bullet. He could probably kill three, but that wasn't the point.
He waited and waited, though his babe didn't come quick enough... well. Refusing to be patient much longer, he threw the blanket on the floor, and began to look for his clothes. Suit? Or normal clothes? Suit? Normal? Suit? Normal. A hoodie & sweats should do.

After dressing he pranced to the dining room, expecting nothing less but a beautiful meal to be devoured. Pancakes too. Though, he saw nothing but a stack of papers & a handful of textbooks. Maybe he's still in the kitchen? Wade stepped in to see Peter leaning on the counter

'Morning baby' All silence but those drips of the coffee pot. 'Babe?' He stepped closer to Peter, discovering to hear a light snore. Wade inhaled to keep back his laugh, but couldn't help it. Peter sprung up slowly

'Hm, Wade??' His voice was croaky with a swash of weep. Wade still laughing pulled his lover into his chest. Peter groaned, wanting nothing but to go back to sleep.

'The one and only! Is the the baby boy sleepy?'

'Mhmm' Peter nuzzled his head into Wade's chest. Desiring nothing more than to drop everything and soak in his sudden coziness. Perhaps his exhaustion is altering his senses.

'You know what'll help?'

'Hmm?'

'Breakfast'

'imadesometoast'

'You're mumbling again~' Peter sighed lifting his head from Wade's chest

'I made toast'

'I was thinking something else ya' know' He sealed his sentence with a kiss. A very, very good one. Peter sprung up wide eyed, but rather than pulling away, he pushed closer.

Huh, turns out Wade was right, breakfast does help

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