#peter blurbs

(That is my request write it fluff, I appreciate it (again), hope you have a good day :’} ) 

love me harder - peter parker

parings: college au!peter parker x college!reader

summary: being quarantined sucks and online school sucks even more, but remembering you have your loving and clingy boyfriend by your side makes your home life suck a little less.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: a clingy peter and mentions of sex, but nothing too crazy.

requested: yes and I love this idea sm!!!!

a/n: I hope I wrote this right! I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed writing this and I kinda changed it up a bit in some ways. I also made it so that peter and y/n are for virtual college, but I hope you like it!

"Ugh," you groaned as your alarm blasted in your shared bedroom, your back pressed into your boyfriend. You and Peter were adjusting well to being quarantined in your house for days on end. The lifestyle was beginning to become a new normal for you.

"That's what you get for signing up for early morning classes," Peter stated, his sound muffled as his half-sleeping face pressed into (you) his personal pillow.

You reached out to turn off the blaring alarm on your phone, then attempting to get up right before Peter pulled you back to his frigid body.

"Stay," he mumbled into your bare shoulder. "You're so warm."

"And your ice-cold," you replied, as Peter sleepily pressed soft kisses along your upper back. "Pete, I've gotta go get ready."

Peter nuzzled deeper into your body, "No, you don't. You can stay in bed all day with me."

"May I remind you that you've got things to do as well, Spiderman." You explained as you turned to face his resting body, his hands finding their new resting place on your hips.

"No, I dropped my 9 am Monday class, remember?" he murmured. “And besides, last night, I was up until 5 patrolling the city.”

With his eyes remaining shut, Peter scoffed as he pulled you in closer to his body, “Baby, I have to get ready. We can cuddle all you want after I finish with class.”

“Sex too?”

You put both your hands to his face, holding both his cheeks in the palms of your hands. His eyes then peered open slowly. “Ahh, that’s pushing it.”

His face looked almost as if you had kicked a puppy, Peter's lips curving into a frown as a playful smirk displayed across your face. "I'm just messing around, you big baby."

"I still need to go grocery shopping for the week after I finish with class. You want anything?"

"Let me." He yawned, nuzzling his head into the curve of your neck. "I'll go grocery shopping while you're doing school work."

"That horny, huh?"

Eyes narrowed, Peter pulled out from your neck, attempting to glare at you, "I’m kidding! Someone’s grumpy this morning.”

He turned his body opposite of yours, grabbing more of your shared covers and pulling them over his body as his pout remained on his angered expression. You, however, rolled your eyes at his immaturity before sitting up against your bed’s headboard.

“If you do choose to go, there’s a list on the fridge with everything we need.”

You leaned over to Peter, brushing the dangling brown curls from his face before kissing one of his freckled cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He groaned, pulling the blanket further over his messy brown curls.

After allowing the steam of your hot shower to wash away the tiredness that remained in your half-awake body, you were hard at work. Listening to your professor's yap about physics for the next couple of hours wasn't exactly entertaining, but the lectures went by rather quickly.

Now, you were sitting in your shared office space and finishing up the work assigned for the week.

While typing, your eyes glanced down at the clock reading at about half-past three. Peter had left a couple of hours ago, making you start to worry. He was so forgetful sometimes that you hoped he would have gotten at least half of the things right on your long list.

Three sharp knocks interrupted your typing mid-sentence, urging you to glance up from your computer screen and to your office door. “Come in!”

“Hey,” you announced, seeing half of Peter’s tired body slump in the doorway with his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. “You were gone for so long I was beginning to worry.”

“I’m exhausted,” he huffed, walking over to your desk area. “You would think with being in a pandemic, stores wouldn’t be so crowded.”

“Stopped by Delmars on the way home to get us lunch,” he stated as he placed your usual sandwich order on the desk. The savory scent coming from the pickles and cheese melted in between the soft bread of the sandwich was filling your nostrils. “I made sure to get everything you wanted.”

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled, feeling your heart swell at his thoughtfulness.

Lazily, Peter’s chin found a new place on your shoulder, his eyes staring at the screen in front of you. “What are you working on?”

“My review paper due Thursday.” You explained, running your hand closest to him through slightly unkempt hair.

“Well, are you almost done? Cause I’m exhausted and don’t want to nap alone.”

“Who knew Spiderman had severe nap separation anxiety?” You joked before he grew very annoyed at your comment.

I guess promising to cuddle isn’t something Peter would exactly forget. “Don’t you have some paperwork from Mr. Stark you can finish while you're waiting?”

“Yeah, but the paperwork can wait, and this can’t.” Peter muffled as he pressed soft kisses along your neck. "You work so hard Y/N, take a break."

"If this is your way of buttering me up, it isn’t working.” You laughed as you began typing again on your keyboard, his sweet kisses making you giggle as you continued to work. “I’ll be done soon. In the meantime, find something else to cling to.”

“Fine,” he sighed, pushing his glasses further on the bridge of his nose before leaving the room looking deflated. You did feel bad the tiniest bit, for Peter exited looking almost as if he were a saddened puppy, but surely he would have found something to keep himself occupied until you would lie down with him.

Making its way across the city, the sun’s vibrant yellow rays now poured through your office window, reflecting luminously as you finished up the remaining sentences on your schoolwork. Your fingers and bottom were mildly numb from all the hard work you had dedicated to finishing this essay.

When you were all done, you stood from your chair to stretch your sore limbs before looking to find your boyfriend. Exiting the office, you looked in each room down the apartment hallway for Peter.

“Peter, I’m all done-” you announced before finding a body leaned into the corner of the living room couch.

With his laptop open beneath him and paperwork displayed across the screen, Peter’s cheek was pressed deeply into the arm of the sofa as soft snores left his lips. His glasses were slowly being pushed off of his face from his sideways position as he slept, causing you to watch in awe, and not wanting to wake your tired boyfriend.

Gently, you moved in the space next to him, removing his laptop from his lap and draping a fuzzy blanket across his sleeping body. In his sleep, he nuzzles deeper within the new covering, pulling the blanket closer to his chest, or so you thought.

You froze as you saw much stirring coming from Peter, causing you to attempt to move into the other room. “No,” he murmured, gripping your lower arm loosely. “Stay. You made a promise, remember?”

“I guess finishing paperwork didn’t go as planned?” You laughed, watching him slowly peel back his eyelids while remaining in his curled position.

“Just leave me alone and hold me.”

You pulled his glasses away from his face before Peter got comfortable against your chest. His hair was messily sprawled against your collarbone as he wrapped one of his long arms around your waist.

Gently, you ran your hand delicately along his covered back, his body still as you leaned your head in close to his ear. “I should get started on dinner for the two of us.”

Your heart was beating wildly as you stared out of your bedroom window, hoping to see Peter coming up your front steps. He had (nervously) asked you on a date, and insisted on picking you up, but now he was running late. When he asked you, you could hardly believe it; you’d had a crush on Peter for as long as you could remember, and you never thought that he’d actually like you back. So now that he was running late, you were worried that maybe he wouldn’t show at all. Even though that didn’t seem like the kind of person he was.

Between checking your phone and pacing back and forth in your room, you missed that Peter had finally made it. You only realized that he’d arrived as the doorbell sounded from downstairs, causing you to race down to open the door before anyone else could. Opening the door, you found a slightly disheveled Peter — his cheeks are pink, soft brown curls a mess. He’d clearly been tugging on them nervously. Both of his hands were behind his back, but before you could ask what he had, he spoke up, “Hi, y/n. I’m so, so sorry I’m late! I was just— I wanted everything to be perfect and my aunt, May, was trying to help me, a-and I just didn’t realize what time it was, and—“

Letting out a soft laugh, you shook your head as you cut him off, “Peter, it’s okay! I was a little worried you wouldn’t show, but you’re here now, and that’s all I care about.”

“I’d never stand you up!” Peter exclaims, eyes going wide, “I promise!”

“I didn’t really think you would,” you assured him with a soft smile. After pausing a moment, you finally ask, “What do you have behind your back?”

Seemingly having forgotten until that moment, Peter revealed what he was holding, “I got you some flowers. But, i-if you have allergies, I also got fake flowers. Just in case.”

You could feel your heart melt in your chest at his sweet gift, and you gave him a grin, your own face filling with warmth, “Oh! Thank you, Pete. These are beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like them. It’s… that’s actually why I was late. I wanted to get you both,” he smiled shyly, scratching at the back of his neck.

“I love them! I’ll just go put the real ones in some water, and then we can go?” you asked, allowing him to step into the house s as you ran off.

Peter nodded, fiddling with his fingers as he nervously waited for you. He was glad that it had paid off, even if he had been a little late. You were back in two seconds, though, “Okay, I’m ready.”

The one class you had with Peter was finally over, and you took his hand in yours after the two of you had packed up your bags. You were in your first semester of college, and it just so happened that you and Peter had one class together, and you quickly developed a routine. After class, the two of you would go to the coffee shop nearby and do some homework together.

Peter liked to be close to you whenever he could, and it warmed your heart... and your cheeks. It wasn’t that you disliked PDA, you just were never quite sure how to react. So when he grabbed your hand in his and pulled you into his side as you stood in line, you couldn’t help but blush. But you didn’t mind, and leaned into his side, resting your head against his shoulder.

“You want the same as usual, babe?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mmm….” you paused as you thought, “yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, sounds good,” he nodded, lifting your hand still clutched in his. He brought your hand up, pressing his lips to the back of your hand in a soft kiss, “I’ll get our drinks, you go find somewhere to sit.”

Once again, your cheeks filled with warmth at the soft action, and you gave his hand a squeeze before leaning up slightly to peck his lips, “Okay, thank you, Pete.”

dad!peter makes me soft omg

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When you found out that you were pregnant, you had no idea how Peter would react. You were both still young, having just graduated college, and still figuring your own lives out. So, to say you were nervous would be an understatement. After finally telling Peter, though, you realized that you’d had nothing to worry about. Peter was over the moon happy, and wanted to be a part of every single moment. Both of you had wanted kids, and maybe this was a little earlier than you expected, but it was still something that you both definitely wanted.

Peter was there for everything, whether you wanted him to be or not. Of course, you did want him there, but sometimes, when you were sick on the bathroom floor, you wished he didn’t have to see you like that. That never stopped him from being there with you, though, and honestly you were grateful. As the months went on, Peter started going out on patrol less and less. It was partly to be with you, but you’d expressed the anxiety you felt when he left, worrying that he’d be hurt or wouldn’t come home, and that was enough to convince him to stay in. Especially now, with a baby on the way.

He went to every appointment you had, fawning over the sonogram with you. His hand was next to yours the first time you felt your baby kick. And he was the one who insisted on going to the birthing classes and decorating the nursery. There was no doubt that he was all in, and that this baby would be loved.

Peter had had many crazy, ridiculous, outlandish ideas, but this was one to top the cake. He was asking you to be his date to prom. You’d been his best friend for years, and he’d had a crush on you for nearly as long. Even though MJ said that you felt the same way, it was hard for him to believe, so this was a complete shot in the dark. It was totally possible that this would be completely humiliating and could ruin everything, but he figured the slim chance you might feel the same way could make it worth it. So, here he was, at the flower shop, searching for the perfect bunch of flowers to get you.

He knew your favorite kind of flowers, but he had forgotten the name, so he’d been wandering around the store looking for the flowers he’d recognize in a heartbeat. Peter’s cheeks flushed as he became flustered, unable to find the flowers he was looking for, “Fuck, why can’t I find them?” Maybe this was a sign that this was a bad idea.

The owner of the small shop had taken notice of Peter’s flustered state and made her way over to him, “Can I help you find something, hon?”

“I’m just... I’m looking for, uhhh, I can’t remember the name of the specific kind of flowers I’m looking for. They- they’re for asking the person I like to prom. I know what the flowers look like, but I don’t know the name, and now I’m scared I’m going to ruin everything and—“

“Why don’t you describe the flowers, and I’ll help you find them? We can make her a bouquet, alright?”

Peter left the store not ten minutes later with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was mostly your favorite flower, and a few others the owner had helped him pick out to go with. She’d also let him take them “on the house,” which was slightly embarrassing, but was greatly appreciated since Peter also wanted to take you to dinner and needed to save up for that, too (if you said yes, of course).

Worried that if he waited any longer, he’d chicken out, Peter made his way over to your place to ask you to go to the dance with him. He felt hot, his hands shaking as he knocked on your front door, anxiously waiting for you to open it.

After only a few moments, the front door swung open, revealing you a surprised look on your face as you realized who it was, “Oh! Peter! What are you doing here?”

“Well, I— I, um, was just wondering— I had a question for you,” he stuttered, tripping over his words. He nearly dropped the bouquet of flowers out of nervousness as he talked, causing you to notice them, plucking them from his hands.

“What’s the question, Pete?” you asked as you glanced over the bouquet, “These are so pretty! Did you get them for May? They’re my favorite flower, ya know.”

A bright pink flooded Peter’s cheeks, “I know, that’s why I got them. I actually... I got them for you, Y/N.”

“Me?” This time it was your turn to feel hot as you glanced up from the flowers to your best friend, cheeks burning. What did it mean that Peter was buying you flowers? “Why did you—“

Peter scratched the back of his neck nervously, eyes drifting down to his feet before looking back up to you, “Would you go to prom with me? You don’t have to say yes, I don’t know if you already have a date, but I really like you, and—“

You cut Peter off again, a huge smile breaking out on your face, “I’d love to!”

This shocked Peter, his jaw dropping slightly as he processed what you were saying, “Wait, really?”

“Of course, Pete. I like you, too, ya know. Like a lot. I’d love to be your date, for even longer than just prom, if you wanted.”

it was your last class of the day, and you were struggling to stay awake. You’d woken up with a cold, and threw some medicine in your backpack to take in the middle of the day so you wouldn’t miss out on your classes. However, it turned out that you’d accidentally thrown NyQuil in my backpack instead of DayQuil, and now you could hardly keep your eyes open. Your last class of the day was chemistry, and luckily your best friend Peter was in your class, so you knew he’d have the notes if you did end up falling asleep.

Peter was quick to notice how you could barely keep your eyes open, and kept nodding off. Even though the two of you sat next to each other, he didn’t say anything about it until class was almost over, “Everything okay?”

His voice startled you awake as you looked at him with tired eyes, “Hm? Oh. I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil on accident, and now… I’m about to pass out.”

Even though he tried to hold back a laugh, Peter couldn’t help but snort a little, scooting his chair closer to yours, “Of course you would. Here, just lay against me.”

“Mmkay,” was all you could manage to get out before you fell asleep against Peter’s shoulder for the rest of class.

When class was finally over, he shook you awake gently, “C’mon, let’s go, Y/N.”

You’d been planning on going over to Peter’s after school like you always did, so you didn’t mind him helping you into his car to go there. Of course, you’d fallen asleep in his car, but when you woke up, it took a second to realize where you were.

He’d carried you inside, and you were laying in his bed. Looking up, you found him at his desk across the room, doing homework. “Pete?”

“Oh, good morning, sleeping beauty. Just figured I’d let you sleep.”

Letting out a yawn, you reached out towards Peter, “Come lay with me, Pete.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed a dark pink at your request, but he couldn’t say no. Not when you looked so soft underneath his covers. You were his best friend, but he had to admit that he’d had a crush on you for the longest time. The little moments like these, or the one in class where you’d fallen asleep against his shoulder, were what he lived for.

Crawling into bed next to you, you immediately snuggled into Peter’s side, arms wrapping around him. Peter was certain that his heart was about to beat out of his chest as you laid against him. After a moment, Peter wrapped his arms around you, too, and pulled you in closer.

Smiling, you closed your eyes again, “You’re so cozy, Peter. This bed is so comfy. Just wanna sleep here with you forever.”

Peter took a deep breath to build his confidence as his fingers brushed through your hair lightly, “You should sleep in my bed more often, then.”

“Mm, I might just take you up on that.”

Peter had a way of knowing exactly what you needed, and exactly when you needed it. You didn’t even have to tell him, he just seemed to always show up at the right moment. So, when he showed up outside of your window with a knock, even though you hadn’t asked him to come by, you were hardly surprised. You opened the window to let him in, and he immediately took off the mask, “Hey, babe. Thought I’d stop by before I went home… is everything okay?”

Your head shook as your eyes filled with tears. You’d been feeling anxious all day, but now you were on the verge of a panic attack; your chest felt tight, and it was hard to get a good breath in, “I— my—“ you couldn’t seem to get any kind of explanation out, and settled for mumbling into your hands, “feel like ‘m gonna have panic attack.”

“Okay, okay, come here, love,” Peter instructed gently, wrapping you up into his arms. He’d been with you one other time when you’d had a panic attack, and had done his best to comfort you, making sure to ask what you needed if it happened again. It seemed counterintuitive to be wrapped up in a hug, because when you were anxious, you didn’t like being touched, but the pressure of a tight hug helped you ground yourself.

Burying your head into Peter’s shoulder, you tried to focus on his heartbeat. The same beat that had soothed you to sleep many times before.

“Take some deep breaths, too, babe. In… and out…” he started taking deep breaths of his own so you could follow along. Slowly but surely, your breathing started to fall in sync. “There you go, sweetheart. Keep taking deep breaths.”

Doing your best to follow along with his breathing, and listening to his heartbeat, yours eventually started to return to normal. With Peter’s heightened senses, he could finally tell when you were physically starting to calm down a bit. Still, he continued to hold you as tightly as he could without hurting you, and continued to take deep breaths evenly. He didn’t stop until you pulled back slightly and looked up at him with red eyes. One of his still-gloved hands came up, smoothing your hair out of your face, “A little better, babe?”

You nodded, placing your head back against him, you whispered into his chest, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I’m always here for you, you know that.”

In one quick motion, he scooped you up into his arms and set you down in bed, crawling in next to you. You wrapped an arm around his waist, and tangled your legs with his, pressing yourself into his chest again. Letting out a quiet sigh, you continued to focus on Peter’s steady heartbeat. After a moment, you spoke up, voice still quiet, “How’d you manage to show up at just the right time?”

“What do you wanna watch, Pete?” you asked your boyfriend as you scrolled through Netflix.

Peter shrugged as his arms found their way around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder, “Whatever you want is okay, baby.”

“That’s not helpful,” you groaned, shaking your head at Peter. Still, though, you couldn’t help but laugh a little as he nuzzled against you.

“Fine, then I wanna watch To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.”

You knew it wouldn’t be his first choice, but if he wasn’t going to help, you were going to pick the one movie you wanted to watch. Besides, you were fairly certain that he secretly loved the movies because it was no secret that he was such a romantic at heart.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” he laughed, grabbing one of the blankets on the couch, pulling you back to him again as he tugged the blankets over both of you.

Paying attention to the movie didn’t last very long, as Peter was much more interested in you. His fingers twisted into your hair gently, braiding it carefully, before drawing random shapes on your back absentmindedly. You finally gave in, twisting around in his grasp and cupping his cheeks between your palms, “Alright, alright, you have my full attention, bub.”