Get A Room
Request: Could I get a Peter Parker x reader where they are in a relationship, but it’s like, a normal relationship, not super romantic, but still sweet, where one gets grossed out because the other one drools in their sleep, or one gets mad at the other for touching them with their cold feet, or for wiping their popcorn fingers on them? Just normal things? Thanks!
Warnings: None…. Maybe something suggestive towards the end…
A/N: So, I might be writing a part two to this: Wait Up!, but in the meantime, you can pretend that this(Get A Room) is a part two to Wait Up!, because I think that would be cute. Oh, and if you do do that, just ignore the fact that I wrote about the reader’s parents. Or just don’t do that at all because wow that got really long and I’m gonna stop talking now bye enjoy the story.
A weekend at the Avengers tower, what a weekend it will be.
Your parents were out of town for the weekend, and you didn’t want to be alone, so Tony had graciously invited you to the tower.
But, it that obviously wasn’t enough, so you had invited your boyfriend, Peter, over as well.
“Hi!” You jumped on him when you saw him in front of the elevator, “Let me get that for you.” You picked up his backpack.
“Jesus, Pete. What’s in here?!”
“I always bring my pet rock collection with me!” He exclaimed, holding his hands out in defense.
“Wait, seriously?” Your smile dropped.
“No!’ He shook his head.
You giggled, "Whew! Okay, that might have been a deal breaker.”
(Tbh a pet rock collection doesn’t sound that bad)
“But, um, will you hold my socks?” He held out his socks to you.
You looked at him, raising your eyebrows, “Fine.” You rolled your eyes.
“Thanks!” He beamed, kissing you on the cheek before reaching inside his bag.
“Alright,” Tony looked at Bruce, “I don’t want them thinking that this is what we do every night.”
He gestured to the empty, quiet room. And then to his beer.
“But, this is what we do every night.” Bruce Shrugged.
“Exactly!- Oh hey guys!” Tony sat up straighter at the sight of you and Peter In the hallway, “We were just gonna… Watch a movie! Right Bruce?”
“Yup.” He answered quickly.
“Okay,” You looked at Peter, “Does that sound good?”
“Yeah!” He smirked at you.
You raised your eyebrows at his expression, nudging him gently with your shoulder, “You’re scaring me, Peter.”
“Alright, I’ll get the others.” Tony stood up and rubbed his hands together.
You heard Natasha’s voice coming from the other side, “What? but we never do stuff on Friday night!”
“Okay, ready?” Steve popped a disk into the million dollar DVD player.
You snuggled closer to Peter, only to be met with his freezing cold feet against your thigh.
“Ew!” You squealed, earning a few glances from the other Avengers, “You’re nasty, Parker.” You pushed his leg away.
He giggled and turned his head to the side, admiring your beauty.
“I can literally feel you staring at me.” You whispered.
“Sorry.” He looked away quickly, “You’re just, so gorgeous. It’s hard not to stare.”
“Peter Parker, if you’re being sarcastic-”
“No! I mean it!” He cut you off immediately, much louder than he had intended.
You blushed, “Okay.”
“Ew!” Peter exclaimed, looking down at his shirt.
“What?” You asked innocently.
“You’re literally rubbing your buttery fingers on me as I speak!”
“Eh, I’ve seen better puns.” You motioned to the words on his shirt.
He sighed, looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed, “Y/N, will you hand me my drink? It’s over there,” He pointed to the table on your left.
You nodded lifting your arms up.
Peter took advantage of the situation, poking your sides with his fingers.
“Peterrrrrrr!” You attempted to pry his hands off of your sides, “No! Stop!” You giggled.
But he wasn’t going to stop, he could watch you smiling for hours and hours.
“Get a room!” Tony yelled, throwing a handful of popcorn on you.
You looked at Peter, smirking, “I think we will!”
You poked him, then grabbed his hand and ran off with him.