🂱︎ synopsis: Peter gets caught up studying for his exams.
🂱︎ genres: established relationship, fluff
🂱 warnings: none :) for my first fic I thought I'd keep it nice and fluffy
🂱 notes: my first fic on here! I've posted this ages ago on Wattpad (ew) but I think it deserves to be put up on here too :)
The door to Peter's bedroom creaks open as it reveals dozens of papers all over the floor, pencils scattered across his desk, a calculator for some reason webbed to the wall, but no Peter in sight.
You balanced the plate of newly baked cookies on one hand as you made his way across his room, using your other arm to balance yourself as you looked down on the floor trying not to step all over his notes.
"Peter?" You called out.
There was no answer but the sudden sound of a keyboard clicking from behind you. Nope, not from behind, on top of you.
You take a cookie and reach your arm up to the ceiling, and feel his hand touch yours and steal the cookie away.
"Are you gonna come down?" You asked finally looking up at your boyfriend, sitting cross legged on the ceiling, typing away on his laptop.
"Sorry darling, give me a second." He replied biting into the cookie, a few crumbs falling on your shoulder.
You brushed the crumbs of the hoodie of his you were wearing, and checked the time on your phone. It reads 6:12pm.
"I texted you I was on my way here, did you get the message?"
"Er--" He says pulling his phone out of his pocket, to see your message pop up on the screen.
"I guess I did, sorry, been preoccupied." He replies, absentmindedly putting his phone down (on the ceiling) only to have it fall down to you, with your reflexes quick enough to catch it before it made contact with the ground.
"You should get down here soon. Your head looks like it's ready to pop like a balloon." His head did in fact not look like it was about to pop, due to his spider-powers that allowed for him to comfortably remain upside down. You did however want to stress that it was about time he give himself a break. You make your way to his bed, putting his phone down on his side table.
"mhmm, in a minute. I think better up here. Maybe it has something to do with the blood flow to my brain or the lack of distractions on my ceiling." He replies still not having looked at you properly once since you got here.
"Peter?"
"Yes y/n." He replies
"What time do you think it is?" You add.
"Uh, 4:00." He replies.
"Wrong, it's almost 6:15 so I think it's about time you head back down here and let gravity do its job."
He finally looked at you, his brown hair falling every which way.
He sighs, and closes his laptop. You make your way under him once again, catching his laptop as he let it fall to your hands. He followed suit and jumped down, coming nose to nose distance to you.
"Hi."
"Hi."
He lands a quick kiss on your nose. He stumbles, tripping over some pencils scattered around the floor.
"Falling for me are ya?" you tease.
"always." he replies.
You make your way to his bed, and he settles his pretty little head to rest on your stomach, your hands lacing around his brown curls.
"Ooft, should have probably come down sooner." He says suddenly breaking the peaceful silence.
"I figured, you were up there for like 2 hours?." You replied.
"4."
"4 what?" You asked
"I started at 2, I've been up there for 4 hours."
"PETER!"
"What? Like I said, I focus better up there."
"You have to take better care of yourself! Have you even had a drink of water since then?" You asked
"Uh, no..."
"Let me get you a glass then--"
"It's fine I'll get one myself." He replies getting off you. He reaches the door and turns the knob when the sound of the metal crunching under his hand bring your attention to him.
He releases the knob, only to find it crumpled like a piece of paper.
"Sorry, er... It happens when I'm tired and forget to control my strength." He adds shyly before exiting the room.
"you web-head." you reply. He chuckles and exits the room. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you decide to check out what Peter's been working so hard on. 'Ew, calculus.' you think to yourself as you flip through his notes.
You hear Peter enter the room behind you, and he sets his glass down and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing his chest against your back.
"Ew, calculus right." he says, you chuckle lightly under your breath.
"my brain hurts." he hums into your hair.
"haha, I can tell." you reply going through one of the equations he couldn't seem to finish.
"mhmm" he replies tiredly, taking in the fresh scent of your shampoo.
"one of these pythagorean conjugates is wrong." you add suddenly.
"hm? No, I triple checked that." Peter replies.
"Nuh uh, you might've just read it wrong but this is meant to be cosine not cotangent." You add lifting up the paper to his eye line and pointing out his careless mistake.
"No. NO WAY!" He says pulling away from you and snatching the paper out of your hand.
"I KNEW SOMETHING ABOUT THAT WASN'T RIGHT!" He adds, one hand almost crumpling the paper and the other pulling at his already disheveled curls.
"Maybe you're just not as smart as you think, bug-boy." you reply laughing at his distressed state.
"No, I just have a genius girlfriend!" He drops the paper and picks you up by the waist and spins you around. Your laughter fills the room and that would've been enough to light up Peter's whole world. He set you down slowly and covered your face with soft kisses, leaving your mouth for last.
"Thank you." He adds, his eyes looking deep into yours.
