𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗧𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽, 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟯𝗸

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ PETER rubbed his eyes and yawned sleepily, smushing his face further into your neck. You tilted your neck slightly to face him and ran a hand through his soft, fluffy brown curls. He hummed at your touch.

" 'M sleepy," Peter mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"Yeah? Wanna go to bed?" you asked quietly. Peter nodding slowly in response. You lightly pushed his head off your shoulder, earning a small whine from him, and closed your book. You took his hand in yours to pull him up.Peter grunted slightly but didn't budge, making you let out a sigh.

"Bub, I can't carry you, I don't have super strength like you," you whispered.

Snuggling more into the couch, Peter looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "Then I'll just sleep on the couch. Don't feeling like moving."

You sighed at his sleepy stubbornness, "You won't be comfy here, Peter."

"Yeah, I will," he mumbled back groggily.

"No, you won't."

"Yes I will," he argued back, his eyebrows furrowed. Shaking your head, you caved and helped him get comfy on the couch. You pecked his forehead, letting your kiss linger a bit. You straightened back up and ran your hand through Peter's hair once more before picking up your book and leaving to your room.

Peter had just begun to close his eyes, when he saw you leaving him. Surprised, Peter sat up slightly and called out to you, "Y/N, where are you going?"

"To my room. Just because you don't feel like getting up doesn't mean I do. I will be comfortable, lying on my bed," you informed the sleepy brown haired boy.

Peter groaned loudly, "You really suck." You simply flashed him a mischievous smile before turning back around.

"I'll be in my room in my room," you teased in a sing-song voice. Peter rolled his eyes and dramatically flopped his face into the throw pillow he was using.

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Tossing and turning, Peter groaned in irritation and raked his hands harshly through his hair. He just couldn't sleep. All the sleep that had weighed so heavily on his eyes before seemed to fade away as soon as he tried to sleep on the couch. He was extremely frustrated since one: he really wanted to sleep and two: he absolutely hated it when you were right.

Letting out a loud huff, Peter grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him look like a fluffy burrito. He messed up his hair slightly and put on the most pitiful pout he could muster, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist his adorable face. Having a baby face does have its perks.

He padded over to your door and opened it. You were wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, you eyes skimming over the lines of the book you were reading, Pride and Prejudice.

Your eyes flickered up to see a pouty Peter, all wrapped up in a blanket, just begging to be cuddled. A small smirk grew on your face a he trudged over to your bed and face planted.

"You couldn't sleep, could you?" you asked smugly.

Muffled by the bed, Peter grumbled, "Shut up."
He lifted his face up, resting his face on the bed to look up at you. You observed his face, his hair was all messy, his pink lips were stuck out in a cute pout, and his cheeks were slightly pink, since he was slightly embarrassed about being wrong. In other words, he looked positively adorable.

Sighing, you decided to take pity on Peter. You ruffled his hair slightly before patting the space next to you, which Peter happily scrambled up to fill. You rested up against the headboard with Peter laying beside you, his head resting on your thigh. You pulled up your blanket around him and carded your fingers through his curls. With one hand, you picked up your book and opened back to the page you were at to begin reading again. Peter nuzzled his face into your thigh and closed his eyes to let sleep take him away.

A few minutes passed, but Peter was still no where near falling asleep. He opened his eyes again, frustration written all over his face. He let out a small huff, hoping you would notice, but you were too absorbed in your book. He huffed a lit louder and wrapped his arms around the leg he was resting on. He turned his head up slightly to see if you noticed now, but still nothing.

Fine, I'll do it myself, Peter thought.

"Y/N?" he called out softly, poking your leg for extra measure. You hummed, looking down to giving him a small smile.

"What happened, bubba?"

" 'M sleepy, but I still can't sleep," he grumbled into your thigh. You frowned in sympathy. It was quiet for a few moments, before Peter broke the silence.

"Can...can you read to me please?" Peter asked timidly. Peter's face was smushed up against your thigh and his eyes were slightly glassy due to his fatigue. You simply couldn't say no, and it wasn't like you were going to anyway.

"Of course, Pete," you murmured. Peter voiced his thanks, which were slightly slurred since he was so tired.

You cleared you throat quietly and picked off where you stopped reading. It was when Mr. Bingley proposed to Jane. Your soft voice filled the silent room, soothing Peter. He smiled slightly as he heard reading since he knew that this was one of your favorite parts. Although the novel was more focused on Elizabeth, you still admired Jane's quiet and dignified nature, much like yourself, you liked to think.

Peter focused on your soft voice while he drew small hearts into your leg with his fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt you massaging his scalp and playing with his curly tendrils in one hand. He pulled the blanket slightly over his face, so it was right under his nose. Your quiet but soothing reading, the warmth he felt, both in his heart and his body, and your continuous massage of his head all coaxed Peter into a deep sleep. His breathing evened out and his fingers when limp against your leg. His mouth opened slightly as he let out small snores.

A little while later, you noticed Peter had become quite still. You put your book down to check on him and smiled when you saw him in a peaceful slumber. You closed you book and carefully moved Peter off your leg. You fluffed up his pillow and placed his head there, adjusting the blankets around him. You closed the light and layer down beside him.

The window behind you was opened, making the moonlight reflect on Peter's. If you were being honest, he looked like an angel, more so than usual. A small smile still adorned you face as your finger up to softly trace Peter's features. Your ran your finger over his thin pink lips, thinking about how nice it was to kiss them everyday. You traced the crook in nose, thinking about he had broken it so many times while he was galavanting around as Spider-Man. You ran your finger over his large eye bags.

Prada has nothing on his bags.

You chuckled softly at the thought. You pushed a couple strands of hair out of his face and kissed his hairline softly, so you wouldn't wake him up. You scooted closer to him, tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around his sleeping frame.

Finally, you closed your eyes, going to sleep smiling, your heart filled with love not only for Peter, but also for soft moments like these.

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𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁! <𝟯𝟯

𝟰.𝟮𝟯.𝟮𝟭