#🕸 ❝ hey it’s peter...again ❞ → self reblog

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Mad Season 🕸 Story A

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: this is Peter’s side of the story.

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Peter walks you to your dorm. You stop by the door and chatter into the crisp air. He clings to your hand so you can’t find your keys. You hum nervously and face him. 

“I gotta go...” you say. 

“Can I come with you?” He whines. 

You laugh then choke on it, “wait! You can’t. Peter, you left your whole party.” 

“I don’t care about the party. I...” he smiles and his cheeks deepen another shade, “it was an excuse. I invited you so you wouldn’t catch on to how much I like you.” 

“Uh, oh,” you utter, “that’s... sweet.” 

“It’s stupid. I should’ve just told you.” He shakes his head. 

“But... well, I don’t know. I can understand why you didn’t,” you shrug. “Still, I... I should really go get some sleep.” 

“And leave me?” He pouts. 

“Peter, I’m... sorry.” You look away shyly. “I have roommates.” 

“I’m sure they bring boys home. And girls. Promise, it’s not anything bad. I just... do you know how long I’ve been dying to snuggle you?” 

“Me?” You exclaim, breathless. 

“God, I’m such a dope,” he shrugs bashfully. “Fine, alright, alright. I’ll leave ya alone. Walk home. In the cold... alone.” 

Your heart squeezes and your face sets alight. He was nice enough to come all this way. You feel bad saying no. 

“Alright, but you have to be quiet,” you warn him. 

“For you, I will be,” he promises. 

You shake your head and wiggle free of his grasp. You reach into your bag and take out your keys. He grabs onto your arm and shivers.  

“Starting to feel the cold now,” he chuckles. 

You unlock the door and pull it open. You hold it so he can catch it and he follows you inside. He clings to you as you take him upstairs and you stop again to get through the front door of your unit. You push inside cautiously and peek through to the hallway before you enter. 

As you take him down the narrow hall, you’re suddenly self-aware of every little thing. His dorm is so much nicer. Not as cramped and there’s no crack in the ceiling. 

You get to your door and bring him inside. It’s only then that you remember you’re wearing his coat. You put your boots on the mat as he finally lets go and he does the same. 

You shrug his jacket off and hang it over the back of your desk chair. You sling your purse with it as you sense his shadow moving around. You grab the blanket from the bed and offer it to him. He comes closer with a grin. 

He takes it and sweeps it around himself. Before you can react, he wraps you up in his blanketed arms and urges you back to the bed. He falls down with you, bouncing over you as he rolls you atop him. You squeal and steady yourself as he sinks into your cushy mattress. 

“Hey,” you gasp. 

“Can’t help myself,” he says. “I’m about to shiver my toes off.” 

“Ha, me too,” you giggle. 

He keeps you in his arms and you stop wriggling. He’s too strong to resist and you’re too weak. Besides, he isn’t trying anything. Just holding you. You try to relax and lower your head to his shoulder. He purrs. 

“Isn’t this nice?” He asks. 

“Sure,” you answer thinly. “Yeah, I think.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel his heartbeat. Or is that yours? 

Despite your nerves and the stressful night, it isn’t long before you drift off. It might be that Peter is so warm or that you’re so tired, but you wake up stiff and sore from an awkward doze atop him. You lift your head and groan as he snores softly beneath you. 

The grey morning peers in through the narrow space between your curtains. You shift off of Peter onto the bed beside him. His arm remains draped around you. You hate to wake him up but you have a study group and need to go grab a few essentials from the student grocery. 

“Morning,” he croaks and you flinch in surprise. 

“Oh, hi,” you blink at him as your dry throat tickles. “Ahem, erm, I need to...” you lift yourself but he pulls you back down. 

“Leaving me already?” He teases. 

“I need to take my meds,” you eke out. “Sorry.” 

“Meds?” He lets you go, his hand brushing against your hip. 

“Asthma,” you explain as you carefully pull away, dragging the blanket off of him. 

“Oh, brrrrr,” he chatters, “chilly in here.” 

“Yeah, a little,” you toss the comforter back over him and climb off the bed. 

You take your pills out of the small chest you keep on the wall shelf. You swallow your dose and go to your purse to check that your inhaler is there. As you glance at Peter, he’s watching you. 

“I thought it was just that thing,” he points at your hand. 

“Oh, uh,” you rattle the inhaler, “I wish. Not so bad. Not if I’m not stressed but college can be kinda... stressful.” 

“Right,” he sits up. “Well, now you got me. I can help with that.” He winks and your make a face. He laughs. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant you can vent to me. Tell me everything that stresses you out.” 

“Uh, right, well... I’m a bit anxious. I have a project to work on at the library at eleven, so--” 

“You’re kicking me out,” he frowns. 

“No, no, I’m not, just letting you know. That’s all. I wouldn’t.... wouldn’t kick you out.” 

Your chest tightens and you instinctively shake the inhaler. You suck on it and cough. He moves to the edge of the bed. 

“Am I stressing you out?” 

You clear your throat and shake your head, “no, the air’s dry.” 

“You sure?” He goes to stand then moves the blanket slightly and stays seated. 

“Yeah, sure. Sorry. I just... worried about homework.” 

“About that, when are we getting together for ours? If your free tonight, I can order us dinner to the lab. It will be romantic but productive,” he suggests. 

“Erm, I’ll see how study group goes,” you say. “Do you want some tea?” 

“No coffee?” He grumbles. 

“Sorry, but I can run to the cafe. It’s just a block or two to campus.” 

“Nah, I’m good. What kinda tea you got?” He asks. 

“Let me check,” you smile. 

Before you can turn away, you notice how he moves carefully and stands. He keeps hold of the blanket and subtly reaches beneath. He tugs on his pants and rolls his weight from one foot to the other. You quickly look away. 

Tea! 

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