pairing: peter x reader, i think i steered clear of genders!!!
word count: 1162
warnings: swearing??? its me
“I don’t understand why you need my help,
anyway. Usually you’d be able to study for this in half an hour and pass the
test,” Peter whispers as he copies down the things written on the board.
You look at Peter and raise an eyebrow, tapping
your pencil lightly on your book. Your closed book, at that. “That’s not true,
and you know it,” you mutter. Lately you’ve been extremely distracted and
unable to focus on anything. You haven’t even been able to sleep for more than
maybe five hours a night.
“It is, though. Three months ago, you could do
anything in school, but you haven’t even opened your book this lesson…”
You look down at your closed workbook for a few
seconds before resting your head against it. You don’t know why everything’s so
difficult lately. Maybe it’s because your parents are constantly in and out of
the house lately and now you have to take care of yourself and your siblings.
you thought it was the fact that your boyfriend, Peter, wasn’t around much
anymore. However, after countless nights of procrastinating simple things like
homework to clean your room and cook dinner for your siblings instead, you
started wondering whether you were just telling yourself he wasn’t around much.
Then, you started believing you’d accidentally been avoiding him, which threw
some more stress onto your shoulders.
When the bell rings, you finally lift your head
off your book and sigh. The teacher is the first one out the door, with you and
Peter being the last.
“Just—are you able to come over? Just tonight,
you can stay over so you don’t have to walk home. We can study and maybe you
can help me with my little brother and sister’s dinner?” you ask as the two of
you make your way down the halls. His locker is closest, so you stop there and
wait for him. He looks at you with an unsure stare before opening the metal
door. “C’mon, you can read ‘em to sleep! You love doing that.”
“I don’t know, Y/N,” Peter says, putting his
homework into his bag. “I have this internship—”
“Fuck the internship,” you snap. Peter pulls
his bag out and looks at you while swinging it over his shoulder. “I didn’t
mean that. It’s just that…between everything going on in both of our lives we
never get to see each other outside of school, how is this a functioning relationship
Peter leans forward and places a light kiss on
your lips. “I’ll go home, tell May and get a change of clothes. I’ll be at
yours by four-thirty.”
Peter arrived at yours by four-thirty, and by
five, you two had started studying and taken three short breaks. You call for
another one at five-fifteen.
“We’re not going to accomplish anything if you
keep avoiding it,” Peter points out, rolling over from his stomach to his back.
He stares up at your ceiling for a while before turning his head to look at
“It’s boring, though,” you reply, rolling over and leaning your head on his chest.
“Come on, I could be half way through this book
by now! We’ve barely pushed through three pages.”
“Yeah, but…” you drift off, playing with
“But what?” he pushes, his hand brushing
through your hair.
“You’re a nerd,” you say with a laugh. He
jokingly scoffs and pushes you off him. “Hey!”
“You used to be a nerd!” he defends himself,
rolling off the bed and standing beside it. “That was a completely unfair
“Okay, Mr. Nerd. I’m sorry. We can study again
after we cook dinner for the little guys, and I promise to study without a
break for at least an hour.”
Peter nods at this and makes you pinky-promise,
before closing all the books and putting the pencils and highlighters in your
“I know we haven’t like, hung out for a while,”
you mumble, reading the back of the ravioli box. “But you do remember I have no
idea how to cook, right?”
Peter takes the box from you and scans it
himself. “Neither. Does anybody these days?” You shrug and watch him throw the
box behind him. “I think you just boil water and watch it.”
You follow Peter’s instructions, putting some
bowls out on the bench.
Your little sister runs into the kitchen
towards Peter, and you watch as he picks her up with a wide smile on his face.
You quickly grab your phone and snap a photo before Peter stops laughing.
“This music sucks,” your sister claims, a frown
settling on her features.
“This music does not suck!” Peter replies, a
fake defensive look taking over his face. “Elton John is a legend. This
playlist is full of legends.”
Your sister pokes her tongue out at the boy.
“And every time you come over I have to listen to boring legends. They don’t seem like legends, they’re like losers.”
“Did you just call George Michael a loser?” you
fake being offended, taking your sister from Peter’s arms. “You like listening
to his music!” She shakes her head, so you put her down. “Get out of my sight,”
you say, fake hurt, “I can’t look at you.”
You hear Peter laughing as she runs out of the
kitchen and back to her bedroom. You’re very much aware that your siblings hate
the ‘Peter’ playlist, a playlist full of songs you and Peter listen to most
times he’s over. It’s full of people like Elvis, Elton John, George Michael,
et cetera. You both rarely ever listen to those artists outside hanging out with
“Dinner!” Peter yells out, emptying the water
from the pot and putting some of the ravioli into each of the four bowls. He
makes your brother and sister go into the lounge and sit on the couch. “Pick
out a movie, I’ll come put it on for you in just a second!”
He turns to you when they leave with their food
and kisses you lightly. You hook your arms around his shoulders and kiss back,
finally pulling back at the laughing coming from the lounge room. You stay
hugging him, though, admiring Peter’s face as he laughs.
“I guess we aren’t studying for that hour,”
Peter whispers, leaning forward and kissing you once more before grabbing his
food and rushing into the lounge. You watch from the kitchen as he puts the
movie on—Finding Dory—and settles on the couch behind the kids who decide to
sit on the floor. They talk and laugh as they wait for you to come in to start
the movie, and you’re so in love with the scene of him laughing with your
younger siblings that you need to take a photo or two.
When you finally grab your food and move onto
the couch, Peter makes sure you’re as close as possible before clicking play.
So, Barton and his wife are going out of town this weekend and wanted to know if we could take care of the kids.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, that is a big responsibility. What do we know about children?
I am leaving. Spider suit?
(hands Peter the suit) I swear you'd lose your head if it wasn't screwed on. (To Steve) I don't know the first thing about taking care of a child. (To Peter) Where is your jacket? It's cold outside.
Here take mine. (To Steve) Kids are a lot of work.