Okay maybe some cuddles between peter and his short and clumsy s/o with some making out and piggyback rides!
“Remind me again why I’m out of my bed at this ungodly hour?” you asked grumpily as you trudged along beside your boyfriend. He chuckled, tugging on your hand to get you to walk faster.
“Because we were supposed to finish our History project last week when we were given it, but someone kept kissing me when I tried to do research for it?” Peter retorted, grinning down at you.
You rolled your eyes. “You loved it, don’t lie to me, Parker.”
“True, but I would also love to finish this project in time,” he replied, chuckling. “So that, (Nickname), is why you’re out of bed before lunchtime, because we need to go to the library.”
“I still think you could have gone by yourself and FaceTimed me from the library,” you complained, pulling on his hand again. “And slow down, some of us have little legs and can’t keep up!”
Peter chuckled, turning to face you. “Would you like a piggyback so that we get to the library before it closes?”
“I don’t appreciate the sass,” you told him, raising an eyebrow. “But yes, a piggyback sounds great.”
He crouched in front of you and you jumped onto his back, tightening your arms around his neck as he straightened up and started walking. You rested your chin on his shoulder, tilting your head to kiss his cheek.
“You’re the best,” you told him brightly, nuzzling his cheek with your nose. He shook his head slightly, still chuckling to himself.
“What’s funny?” you asked. Peter turned his head so he could just see you out of the corner of his eye.
“You’re just so cute,” he told you. “I’m glad we left this project last minute.”
Your jaw dropped open in pretend shock. “Doth mine ears deceive me?” you asked dramatically. “Did Peter Parker just admit to enjoying procrastinating on a project?”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me drop you,” he warned, grinning as he suddenly loosened his arms around your legs as if he really was going to drop you. You squealed, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck.
“If I’m going down, you’re coming with me,” you told him, trying to sound aggressive. Peter smiled softly to himself; you sounded adorable.
“I love you, munchkin,” he told you, grinning at the jab at your height. You rolled your eyes in exasperation, but could feel your jaw aching with smiling so much.
“Love you too, nerd.”