Congrats on 100! You totally deserve them and even more!! For your celebration, what about a scenario where Peter and reader have a thing for coffee, much like the Gilmore Girls and they are always arguing over putting cream on (Peter) it or not (reader)
Thank you Mapa!! You’re the sweetest! And I LOVE this idea because I take my coffee black and Peter would 100% dilute the shit out of it with cream
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“I can’t believe you got four creamers with your coffee.” You and Peter had stopped off at your favourite cafe to grab your third coffee of the day after a long night of studying.
“Well excuuuuse me for trying to live my life and enjoy it, geez.” He pushed open the cafe door for you, exiting after you.
“What could possibly be enjoyable about drinking lightly flavoured warm milk?” Your tone was light, both of you were grumpy after the late night but it was just teasing, and you both knew it.
“The fact that I can have caffeine without dissolving my tastebuds.”
“Peter it’s a cup of milk, you’re not getting any caffeine from it.” You deadpanned, stopping to lean against the gates of Midtown to finish your drink.
“Or maybe I just haven’t built up a tolerance to it by drinking way too much, little miss black coffee with an extra espresso shot.” He poked your shoulder, a cheeky grin lighting up his eyes.
“Ok first of all, rude, and secondly you haven’t built up a tolerance because you’ve never actually had a sip of coffee in your life!”
“I’ll have you know, I did have a sip of May’s coffee once and it burnt my soul.” He exaggerated shuddering at the memory.
You burst out laughing, remembering all the times you’ve seen may drinking coffee and the bitter stench of her dink infecting seemingly the whole apartment. “May’s coffee is pretty bad, your trauma is valid.”
“It was horrible!! I’m never going near the stuff again.”
“May’s coffee or coffee in general?” Your laughter subsided into a sly smile.
“Both.” Peter looked slightly pained but you weren't about to back down after all the teasing you get about your coffee preferences.
“So you admit it! Your drink doesn’t count as coffee!”
He chuckled fondly, tossing his empty cup into the recycling and heading towards the school’s entrance, “Come on tolerant one, we’re going to be late for class.”
