Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

"Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries."

"God, I'm starving." You looked up from your biology book and saw Peter dangling off his bed. "Aren't you hungry?" Your eyebrows pulled in, in confusion.

"Peter," you said slowly, "we just ate sandwiches, like, five minutes ago." Peter groaned, sitting up straight and crawling over to you. He closed your book, only after making sure your page was saved with the sheet of paper you were writing on, and moved it away from you, replacing your book with his head on your lap.

"Five minutes ago? It feels like five hours ago." You rolled your eyes, running your fingers through his hair. "Don't give me that look," his hand came up and he dragged it all over your face, making you laugh lightly. "I'm a growing boy, (Y/N). I need to eat." You opened your mouth to say something until he interrupted you quickly, "Plus! You know, being a superhero and saving all of New York really drives my hunger." You rolled your eyes, knowing he refuted any of your arguments.

"Fine," you sighed dramatically, your hand going down to rest on his stomach as you tapped it. "Let's get you some food," Peter sat up quickly, mumbling a quiet 'thank god', "I need a break from homework anyway." He quickly grabbed the keys to his apartment and his wallet, placing them both in his pocket and then reaching for your hand. He tangled your fingers together, freeing his thumb to rub the back of your hand. He led you to the elevator, a hop to his step, as he listed different places you both could go to.

"Anything you're craving?" You shook your head, rubbing your stomach for emphasis.

"I'm not hungry, not all of us lack self-control," he stuck his tongue out at you, licking your hand when it came up push his face away. You yelled out an 'ew!', resulting in Peter laughing and squeezing your hand. Peter decided he was craving a cheese burger, so you went down to the closest, obscure burger joint in town.

"I want a double bacon cheeseburger, large fries, and a..." he scanned the drink menu, "a chocolate milkshake!" He looked at you. "You sure you don't want anything?" You shook your head. "Not even a milkshake?" Again, you responded with a 'no', smiling at Peter and the waitress. Peter shrugged. "That's all, thanks." He handed the waitress his menu and reached across the table for your hands. "How'd you do on the history test we studied for?"

"What history test we studied for? I don't remember studying for one." Peter looked at you with his eyebrows pulled in.

"What? We studied for like four hours." You glared at him.

"Weird, I don't remember studying. I remember," you leaned in, whispering, "other distractions and activities, though," your right eye dropped down to a wink, smiling when you saw the blush on Peter's face.

"Here you are," you leaned back in your seat, releasing Peter's hands as the waitress set his order down. Peter wasted no time, digging in. You sat admiring him – trying to figure out how a stuffed-face Peter could look so cute. You reached over and grabbed a piece of bacon that had fallen out of Peter's burger and popped it in your mouth. You then reached over and took a sip from Peter's milkshake, humming in content.

You heard Peter mumble something but you couldn't understand him. "Swallow first, you pig." You laughed when Peter rolled his eyes, swallowing his food down with the thick milkshake.

"Firstly, that's what she said," he laughed when you reached over to punch his shoulder, "secondly, I thought you weren't hungry?" You smiled sheepishly.

"I'm not!" You defended. "It just looks really good – I can't help myself." Peter smiled fondly at you, shaking his head lightly. "Hey, sharing is caring, Parker. Now give me your fries."