𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 || 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Two Shot 2

Christmas Special
(2/2)

Waking up, Y/n couldn't move. She squints her eyes open and saw Peter was holding her close against himself, which she was pretty sure to keep her warm.

He was sleeping soundly, his browl curls scattered on his forehead. Y/n bit her lip to supress a giggle.

Cute!

She pushed the curls away, one by one, staring at his features as much as she can.

I'm stupid! I'm staring at my best friend and calling him cute!

As Peter stirred, he noticed Y/n pushing his curls aside. Y/n beamed at him, seeing him awake. The big grin on her face made him smile instantly,
" Morning. "

" Morning. It's still cold. " She snuggled into his neck, her hair covering Peter's face. Peter chuckled at her sleepy behavior and pushed her hair out of his face.

" I don't want to eat your hair for breakfast." He teased and Y/n looked up. " Don't eat them. I like my hair, it's just the colour. I wanted to change them to brown blondish-"

" You mean dirty blonde? " Peter smiled and Y/n nodded. Peter loved this side of
Y/n. She acted like she was drunk when she was sleepy, which was extremely cute for Peter to handle and he was glad she didn't remember much when she was fully awake.

" Yes. That colour. But than, what if it won't look nice on the clothes I wear? It's completely useless, isn't it? So I just let them be black-"

" They're honey brown." Peter smiled again and Y/n pouted. " Are they? " She grabbed a strand and examined it.
" Oh! " Her face formed into O shape and Peter chuckled.

He looked over at the clock, finding it's Five in the fucking morning. " Maybe you should get a little more sleep. It's still early. "

Y/n nodded, beeping his nose and cheeks.

" I should, maybe? Yeah. I will. Night, Parker Peter. " She let her head fall against his arm, and she snuggled into his chest, curling into a ball.

Peter stroked her hair, his eyes getting heavy too.

Waking up again, Y/n realised Peter was not beside her. She groaned at the sudden missing warmth and turned to face the wall. " Get up! We have to go get some more lights. Ned left already. "

Peter whispered, propping his chin on his fists and staring at Y/n's back.
" Lights? " She turned around and Peter nodded.

" And some grocery. "

Y/n looked at the time and huffed.
" We'll get a brown blondish hair dye for you. " He snickered and Y/n frowned for a second, before recalling the early morning.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile etching on her face. " Why don't you stop me? " She sat up rubbing her eyes.

" What's the fun in that? Get ready, " Peter got up and threw his Midtown hoodie at her, with a pair of his joggers and left the room. Y/n quickly got ready and left the room too.

" Here's pancakes. " May slid her a plate with a smile. " Thanks, May. " She grinned and ate quitely. " Out of all hoodies of Peter's you wore, this suits you the best. " May comments and Y/n tried not to choke on the sudden topic.

" That's because it's his favorite and it looks good on me more than him. " Y/n reasoned and Peter rolled his eyes. He was just staring at her.

The blue colour suited her and he was sure she looked pretty good in that hoodie than he did. " Okay, Miss L/n. Let's go for some grocery. "