Spider Parker

Peter Parker // Drabbles (1-3)

*I just have a bunch of random ideas with no purpose they're just there so yeah...uh, enjoy!*

#1

"Baby, you're sick," Peter persuaded as he sat me back down on my bed, "You can't go to school."

"But.. test... and student body... and- and so much to do," I complained, trying to move back up, "-and then I promised.. comfy... warm bed." I crashed back down on my weighted blanket.

"Exactly," Peter smiled with a knowing look, "I've already texted Ned and MJ. We're covering all of it for you. Just get some rest. I'll bring you medicine and soup at lunch. And I'll check up on you whenever I can."

"Promise?" my raspy voice spoke.

"Promise," he kissed my forehead, "Get some sleep."

"Fine," I huffed.

"I love you, Princess," he smiled and pecked me on the lips.

"You're gonna get sick, Nerf herder," I mumbled.

"We both know I won't," he chuckled at the use of our Star Wars nicknames. He unlocked my window and slipped out into the chilly New York air.

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#2

The cafe by Springfield Park was Peter Parker's favorite place to go... right next to Delmar's of course.

At least, that's what he told you every time he stopped by. 

In reality, he might even say he liked it more than Delmar's.

But that was only cause you owned the place with your mom, so he knew he would see you no matter when he visited. And you always gave him a discount on the brownies he ordered.

"Hey, Parker!" I greeted enthusiastically as he walked through the door. There were a few small tables scattered throughout the.. well small complex. It was home though, and you loved it. 

"Hey, (Y/n)," he smiled shyly, "How was your day today?" 

"Pretty good. I finished my homework extra early today, so I've been working since noon," I smiled back at him, brushing my flour covered hands on my apron, "How about you?"

"It was fine," he shrugged and looked at the desserts lined up in their glass cases, "Why don't you go to Midtown? Don't you ever get.. lonely being a homeschooler?"

"Pete, you know I can't go to day school. I have the bakery and it would be too much stress to rush back and forth every day. My apartment is literally next door," I gave him a sympathetic look, "And if I went to day school, you wouldn't get to eat my famous brownies. I wouldn't have time to make them anymore..."

"Fair enough," he laughed. Oh, that laugh. Did I mention that I had the biggest crush on Peter? Cause I do. Last year, a few months after I had turned fifteen and my mom finally let me start taking over the business, a boy with big brown eyes came waltzing in and he hasn't been able to leave my mind since. 

"The brownies are almost ready. Unless you want the cold ones from last night," I joked, him giving be back a grossed out face.

"Nah, I don't mind waiting a little longer. More time to talk to you," he mumbled before realizing what he said. He tried to play it off by not making eye contact, but that only made me blush more. I leaned against the counter, resting my head on my hand.

"I like talking to you, too," I responded, feeling my heart go seventy miles an hour. Little did I know, his was too. 

"Hey- uh- well.. um," Peter's voice got higher and he began wringing his hands, "Well would you- would you ever want to.. um.. I don't know.... like- hang out sometime? Like, outside of the cafe?"

"Like.. a date?" I suggested, hoping I wasn't getting the wrong idea. That would be embarrassing. And then I would never be able to even look at him again and I'd have to probably move I mean if that happened he probably wouldn't even stop by anymore-

"I mean, yeah, if you'd want. I don't wanna like, force-" I looked up and he looked away.

"Yeah, yeah that would be nice. I'd love to go on a date with you," I smiled softly. He let out the breath he had been holding in and gave me a goofy grin. 

BEEP

"Oh," I hopped up from my position, "Those must be the brownies."

I grabbed a few from the cooling rack and wrapped them up.

"Here you go, Pete. On the house this time," I winked and turned to finish up my work.  

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#3

Decorations hung lazily around the small apartment bedroom. The open window allowed a calm, cool midnight breeze to brush through. The blinds swung back and forth causing a soft and rhythmic click. 

She turned onto her side in her sleep, tugging on the heavy blanket covering their bodies. Peter slightly groaned, waking up from his sleep. He looked over at her form, now wrapped in practically all of the blanket. He smiled warmly, completely in love with the woman beside him. 

He rolled over, wrapping his arms around her and stealing some of the comforter back. She smiled sleepily and turned towards him.

"I love you," she murmured.

"I love you, too, Darling," Peter whispered back as she nuzzled her head into his chest. He gently ran his fingers through her messy hair, making sure to avoid any knots. Her smell- vanilla and honey- wafted up into the air, making him smile once again. 

'Perfect'  was the only thought that could come to his mind before he drifted back off into a peaceful sleep.