sweet nothings
content/warnings: gn!reader, pet names, fluff, domestic fluff, no plot. literally no plot just fluff because i love peter
wc: 1.1k
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you stepped into your apartment, and shrugged off your bag in the entryway. peter should be home by now. you dragged your feet into the living room and saw him sitting on the couch reading over something. when he saw you, he set it to the side.
“peter, i hate school,” you told him. you had come in from class and borderline face planted on the couch next to him. your feet dangled off the edge of the couch.
the college semester had started a week ago, and you were not doing good. you weren’t as academically gifted as peter, so you tended to struggle. over the summer you and peter had officially moved in together.
the change wasn’t really much, seeing as you spent most nights together at his apartment or at yours. it was better for your roommates and financially if you just moved in together, so you did. not to mention how happy the endeavor had made you.
peter’s hand traced shapes on the back of your neck and he hummed comfortingly. “i’m sorry, honey,” peter said quietly. “you don’t have much school left though. just this year and we can settle in a little more.”
he was right, and you hated it. just a little longer and your life would chill out and be a tad more monotonous. a little more routine would do you some good.
you groaned, and turned so that you were lying on your side. you looked up at peter; his face was soft and you could see the faint signs of crow’s feet near his eyes. peter scooted a little closer to you, and you lifted your head to rest atop his thigh.
peter’s hand moved to trace shapes on your upper arm. when you glanced back up at him, you noticed how he had zoned out slightly. you tapped the thigh you laid on. “i like this, pete,” you started. “living with you, i mean. it makes a lot of things easier.”
“what, do you mean how i help you with your homework?” he joked. he turned his head to look down at you again. that much was true, peter did have a penchant for helping you with homework. but that was beside the point.
you snorted. “no, you know that’s not what i meant. even though i do appreciate that.” you paused for second, then continued. “just being around you makes life easier.” peter had slipped into your life quickly snd easily, but somehow not fast enough. he had become everything you hadn’t known you needed, and swiftly swept you into a world of warmth and love that you hadn’t known had a place for you. but, there he was, and he was yours.
a comfortable silence filled the air around you. the sounds of new york traffic quietly seeped in through the walls. over the years you had gotten used to the sounds new york always expressed, and they turned into a lullaby over the years.
you could also hear peter’s breathing from above you, and if you focused hard enough you could feel it faintly brush against your face. one of the best things about living with peter was this: just being close to him, especially when you didn’t say much.
“are you going on patrol tonight?” you asked quietly. it’s not that you didn’t want him to go on patrol, you knew why he did what he did. it was just that you liked to keep him to yourself sometimes. he was the fuzzy side of the velcro to your prickly side, one might say.
you could feel him sigh. “maybe for a little bit. things have been pretty low-key lately so i don’t think ill be out for long.” the silence returned again. “maybe i’ll get a cat out of a tree or something.” you snorted quietly. his hand squeezed your arm lightly, and he moved his hand to your face and began tracing over your lips and cheeks with his fingers.
you closed your eyes. his touch was nothing if not gentle, always. it was one thing you’d always admire about peter. despite all the loss and pain he had endured he never stopped being gentle and kind to everything that surrounded him.
you thought for a short moment about dinner, and quickly decided that you did t have it in you to make anything. peter would gladly take up the responsibility, but you had a better idea. “i think i’ll go for a walk. maybe pickup food from that greek food truck you like or something.” your eyes flicked back up and him to gauge his reaction. his eyes widened minutely.
“that sounds like a great idea,” you could hear the satisfaction in his voice. it wasn’t particularly your favorite place to eat, but you loved how giddy peter would get when you even mentioned it. “can you get me the-“
you cut him off. “i know exactly what to get you, sweetheart. don’t worry about it,” you turned and smiled up at him. ever a creature of habit, especially when it came to food, peter was easy to memorize in that regard.
you sat up, and heard peter grunt in faux annoyance from the loss of contact. you then leaned into him, your head lying on his shoulder. peter returned the contact by laying his head on top of yours. you set your hand open on his knee. you could feel him look at it for a few moments, so you wiggled your fingers urging him to grab it.
peter laced his fingers with yours and he squeezed it twice. the callouses that were there were strangely comforting; they were just so effortlessly peter, after all. “what time are you going to leave?” you asked him, your voice just above a whisper. you pushed away the sinking feeling in your gut that always arose when peter did his spider-man things.
“i’m not on a tight schedule,” he murmured back. “i’m pretty comfy right now, so who’s to say.” he kissed the crown of your head once. you could feel him linger briefly before he pulled away. you pulled your laced hands to your lips and kiss the back of his.
you hummed lowly. “please, be careful,” you whispered. he was always as safe as he could be, and you knew that. knowing didn’t stop you from worrying, though. “we still have leftover ice cream in the fridge, and i’m not finishing that by myself.” you kissed his hand once more.
“greek food and ice cream? don’t need to ask me twice,” he replied, the smile on his face painting his tone.
