BAD MEDICINE - ☆ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ☆

sugar, sugar

summary: i feel like everyone has done one where reader and peter are trying to bake so i guess ill do one too because i'm that basic

warnings: the fEeLs

word count: 762

a/n: requests are open!

Spider-kid 🕷: I'm coming over

Y/N 🥰: why?

Spider-kid 🕷: Cookies

You shake your head in confusion and wait for Peter to swing by your apartment to eat cookies with you. After about three minutes, Peter knocks on your front door carrying a paper bag (sAvE tHe TurTlEs sKSksksKskSkKSksKskSK) with ingredients for homemade sugar cookies.

"When you said 'cookies', I assumed you were bringing some over, not baking them." You sigh, taking the bag from Peter as he takes off his shoes, then follows you into the kitchen. Peter lays out the ingredients on the counter while you fetch two aprons that are hanging in your pantry and toss one to Peter.

"I found this super easy recipe for sugar cookies online, so I printed it out," Peter grabs a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and shows it to you. Peter begins to measure out the dry ingredients as you collect the eggs, milk, vanilla, butter, and oil. "Baking soda, baking powder, and flour into the mixing bowl," Peter mutters as he dumps the cups of each ingredient in a bowl and sets it aside on the stove. You crack the eggs and pour the wet ingredients in the mixing bowl and gradually turn the speed up to four.

"Pete, whisk the white thingy on the stove to make it fluffy," You point to the bowl on the stove and hand him a whisk. Being a first-time baker, peter swishes the whisk around the bowl only once but stopping when the flour flies out of the bowl to cover yourself, Peter, ad the counter.

"Peter!" You gasp. you shake your head around to get the flour off your head and hair, but it doesn't work very well. "Would you like me to whisk while you watch the mixer?" You ask, already reaching your arms out for the bowl.

"Yeah, good idea." Peter sighs, shaking his head just as you did.

The rest of the baking goes smoothly, and you feel relieved when you put the cookie tray in the oven to bake. You lean back onto the counter and sink into our shoulders, letting out a deep breath. Peter sits on the island across from you, fidgeting with his hands and taking in every detail of your face. The way your stray/baby hairs on your forehead point upwards when you blow on them. How your eyes have a certain shine in the kitchen light. The way your face looks in the afternoon light shining through the window. Everything.

"You know, you're really great to hang out with, even if you spill flour all over the kitchen sometimes." You smile at Peter, who still has trace bits of flour on his head and in his hair.

"Thank you." Peter laughs. "You're really easy to like." Quickly, he adds, "By like, I mean, like, be friends with and talk to, I didn't necessarily mean like like, just like.." He trails off.

"I know what you mean." You say. "You, uh, have a little something in your hair... want me to get it out?"

"Oh, yes, please." You push yourself off the counter and step in front of Peter, trying to pick out little clumps of baking powder and stuff out of his roots. Peter's breathing accelerates slightly when he sees how close your faces are. Your hands feel so nice in his hair, and Peter finds it massively attractive when your tongue pokes between our teeth when you concentrate on something.

Peter tips his head forward a bit to press his lips onto your flour-covered ones. You freeze in shock, but place your hands on his shoulders after a second. Peter pulls away with a red face. "You always make me blush so hard, Y/N," Peter states breathlessly. You smile and begin to take your hands away from his shoulders but he grabs your hand and says, "Wait, don't pull away. Not yet." He grabs your cheek and pulls you into another kiss, resting his other hand on your waist.

You glide your hands up to his hair, passing along his jaw and cheek before twirling his curly hair between your fingers. You pull your head back ever so slightly for air and you and Peter both smiling ear to ear.

"I kinda really like you." Peter mumbles.

"I kinda really like you too."