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A Giggle-Filled Wash Day

Peter3 x Black!reader

SFW; complete and utter fluff, romantic and cute

Words: 2507

Summary: Peter loves watching Y/N do their hair, and dedicated lots of time to learning about what their hair care routine entails. One morning, Y/N lets him help them on wash day, and finds themself dealing with a mischievous (but very helpful) tickle monster of a boyfriend

Warnings: Just a whole lot of adorable tickle monster Peter Parker and some silly flirting

DISCLAIMER: Not every person with natural hair has the same wash day routine (I'm still very much figuring out mine) But I wanted to make a fic that as many Black readers in the t-word community as possible could enjoy. (Also, just in general for all my fics, if I write about reader blushing, it's written without color description (like pink or red etc. You'll see it described in other ways that are more inclusive) Your crown is yours, rock it however you want to, lovelies!

Note: "F/S" in this fic stands for favorite song

Y/N stirred in their sleep, a small groan leaving their lips as their legs curled closer to their body. The faint noise of their own name reached their ears, but they didn't wake up just yet. A soft sigh was emitted by their boyfriend, who then sat back and chuckled, his mind alight with an idea. Ever so slowly, Peter moved closer, the bed sinking down a bit more beside his sleeping significant other.

"Wake up, buuug~" He sang softly, hovering his hand mischievously over their torso. When they remained as deep in slumber as they already were, Peter began lightly poking at their belly, grinning over Y/N's lips curling into a sleepy smile in an instant. He continued poking them, and soon enough, they were giggling, eyes still closed. "Buuuuuug."

Still no response aside from the sleepy giggles.

"Alright. Guess we're going all in with the wake up tickles."

He leaned over them and began to spider his fingers up both of their sides. Y/N's eyes fluttered open with a squeal. "WAHAHAAA! Peheheheheterrrr! Whahahat thehehehe hehehellll!?"

"Wakey wakey~!" Peter was beaming as his partner looked up at him, the corners of their eyes wrinkled with mirth. He was completely and utterly in love; and the meanest tickler ever. "This is a wake up message from your tickle monster alarm clock!"

"Wehehell IhIhI'm prehehehessing thehehe snoohooze buhuhUHUTTONNNNNN! PEHEHEHETER PAHAHARKERRRRRRR!"

The early morning rays of the sun were rather fitting in such a giggle-filled moment. All of the little dust particles seemed to be dancing in the warm beams. Y/N shrieked when Peter massaged circles into their hips with his thumbs. "Uh oh~ The tickle monster alarm clock doesn't have a snooze button~"

"DohoHON'T dohoho the vohohoiiiice! Noho!" It never failed to give Y/N butterflies when Peter spoke cutely with pouty lips. They were making no attempt to stop their boyfriend's playful ambush, however.

"Oh I'm gonna do the voice~"

With a chuckle, Peter leaned down and pressed kisses on his laughing partner's face and ears, both of which were warm with heat from his playful teasing and affection. Y/N just seemed to glow whenever they laughed, and he was absolutely captivated by it. They hid their face in his shirt as they grew more flustered, too timid to look at him.

"Aww~ Is the voice making you shy~? Good. Youhou're just so cute~!"

"Quihihit pehehehesteheherihihing meheheee!"

"Nuh-uh. Nope. Sorry. I love you. I gotta pester you with my love~"

"Stahahap dohohoing the vohohoiiiice!"

"If you don't want me to do the voice, then you gotta. get. up!" He emphasized each word with pokes to his partner's ribs, amused by how they jolted and squeaked in time with his tickling.

"Whyhyhyhyyyy!?"

"Because..." Peter stopped the tickling and leaned closer with a warm smile. "It's wash day!"

Y/N would be lying if they said their heart wasn't fluttering like mad at Peter's declaration. He was right. It was indeed the day of the week they designated as wash day for their natural hair. Their giggles subsided as their boyfriend relented, and they grinned, reaching up with their hands and guiding his face down to theirs, nuzzling their nose with his.

"You always remember wash day~"

"I'm always gonna remember. You're my whole world, Y/N. I'm crazy about you."

"Peter Benjamin Parker, you are an absolute angel, you know that? I love you." Y/N hummed, letting out a giggle when Peter carefully fixed their bonnet, which had become slightly askew from squirming with laughter. They gave him a quick peck on the lips, moving to get out of bed, when they were suddenly scooped up into Peter's arms with a shriek.

"I gotcha, bug~ Where to first?"

After Y/N had wrapped their arms around his shoulders, they looked up at him curiously. "You wanna make breakfast together?"

"Oh my God, of course I do! Yes! Breakfast! Let's." Even the most mundane tasks had Peter so excited when he got to do them with Y/N. With a giggle, Y/N kissed his cheek.

"Ahalright, spider-boo~"

That nickname caused Peter's cheeks, ears, and nose to be dusted over with a blush. He laughed timidly as he carried them into the apartment's kitchen. Making breakfast went smoothly, save for the occasional distracting kisses and dance break when "F/S" started playing on the radio.

Y/N shrieked with laughter as Peter's hands playfully pinched their hips, turning around and letting out a scream when they were suddenly dipped, his arms secure around their waist and shoulder blades. As dorky as their Peter Parker could be, damn, was he ever suave sometimes.

"Hey, good looking~"

"Hihi, honey-bun." His significant other hummed when his lips met theirs in a sweet kiss before he nuzzled his nose on their neck. "Hmph- Peheheter, PEHEHEHETER!"

"Whaaaat?" Peter whined with feigned confusion. "Whyhy are you laughing? Hm? And why is that laugh so effing cute?"

"Youhouhou knohow dahamn wehell ihit's youhour stuhUHUHUBBLE!!!"

Peter did know damn well. He was grinning from ear to ear. With one final kiss to their lips, he lifted them back up so the two could finally have breakfast. The two sat close to one another, Y/N's legs resting sideways across Peter's lap. The sounds of the ever-busy city echoed in the streets below and traveled up to the slightly ajar kitchen window.

"Have you, uh, picked a protective style...? F-For your hair I mean? Like how you did cornrows last week?"

"Mhm," Y/N answered with a warm smile, taking a bite of their food. "You remember the two strand twists?"

Peter's eyes were bright with adoration as he thought back to his partner rocking that hairstyle a month earlier. "Yeah! I do. You looked incredible. N-Not that you don't right now! You always look incredible, bug." That adorable shyness of his made Y/N want to shower his face with kisses.

"Thahank you, Peter." They giggled as they reached up and placed a hand on the side of his face affectionately. "My handsome man~"

"B-Bug..." There was that cute blush of his again. He glanced away, unable to handle how lovingly his partner was looking at him. "Stohop that. No. You- You can't just look at me like that..."

"Youhou fluster me all the time! It's only fair I fluster you back~!"

"Dohon't make me tickle you to the floor," Peter warned, his fingers brushing over the skin on their thigh, right above their knee. Had his hand not been there, Y/N most definitely would have slammed their leg up against the table out of sheer reflex. They'd let out a loud squeak, pointing at him with a warning of their own.

"Youhou wouldn't."

"Oh yes I would, giggle-bug~ You know I would~" He slowly wiggled his fingers right at their sides with a smirk, but as Y/N squeaked and braced for the return of their personal tickle monster, a loud crash, followed by a scream, could be heard from several blocks away.

Both of their smiles dropped, and they looked at each other, before glancing to the window. The city needed Spider-Man in that moment. Peter turned back, his expression apologetic. Y/N wasn't about to hear him talk negatively about himself and quickly interrupted. He had opened his lips to speak, but Y/N placed a finger to them to shush the self criticism they knew he was about to utter. "No apologies, Peter. You understand? None. The city needs you."

"I promise, I'll be back by the time you're deep conditioning." Peter was pulled into a loving kiss, after which, he rested his forehead against theirs.

"I'll be right here, okay, spider-boo?"

"Yeah. I'll see you real soon. I love you."

"I love you too."

***

Just as Peter promised, he was indeed back by the time Y/N was deep conditioning their hair. He leaned on the bathroom doorframe, lovestruck with a soft simper on his lips. "Hi~ Your, uh, your spider-boo is home~"

Y/N turned around, beaming proudly at their boyfriend, while silently thanking the universe for bringing their Spider-Man home safely again. They beckoned him over, and without hesitation, he was in their arms, embracing them tightly. He couldn't help the way his eyes grew a bit glassy when Y/N tenderly placed their hands on the sides of his face, scanning his skin for any injuries.

"Are you alright?"

"Peachy," Peter answered with sincerity and a rapid nod of his head.

"You're not hurt?"

"Not one bit."

"Peter Benjamin Parker, if you're lying to me-"

"Baby-bug, I prohomise, I'm okay," Peter insisted with a chuckle. "I'm even better now that I'm back here with you."

He gently turned his partner around and walked them back to the mirror, resting his chin on their shoulder. Y/N felt the familiar sensation of Peter's fingers tracing over their sides, which made their breath hitch in their throat. "Peter."

"Yeah~?"

"Don't you dare."

"I'm only picking up where I left off," Peter argued softly, kissing their shoulder and laughing as he moved his hands up and began gently clawing at their ribs.

"GAHAAAAH! PEHEHEHETER PAHAHAHARKERRRRRR!" Y/N was screeching, legs growing weak from the way the tickling sensations crept from their ribs all the way to their spine.

Peter was chuckling to himself. "You know, while I was out there, I stopped a car thief. Not the first time either. This guy though, he put up quite the fight... Anyway, I uh, I'm getting sidetracked. The entire time I was fighting him, I just kept thinking about how I couldn't wait to come back here and tickle the hell outta you."

Y/N could feel their ears growing near scorching hot from those words. This man. Every time he vocalized just how much he liked tickling them, or how much he wanted to tickle them, their face would ignite with warmth. Their ears always tingled and they could physically feel the blood rush in their cheeks.

"Does it really tickle that much, bugaboo?"

"YehEHEHEHESSS!" Y/N whined.

"Good. I love your laugh," Peter muttered, that pouty tone returning as he nuzzled their neck. When he heard the timer on Y/N's phone ring, he stopped his attack, allowing them to catch their breath before gave them a rather exaggerated smooch on the cheek and let them go. "Ahalright, I'll leave you be so you can rinse your hair. I'm gonna get out of this suit."

"Youhou better get your cute butt back here when you're changed."

"IhI will. My cute butt will be back here." He peered his head back through the door with the silliest little grin. "Your cute butt better still be in here so I can continue snuggling you."

"My cute butt will still be here."

Peter giggled, disappearing from the doorway as Y/N grabbed their designated hair drying t-shirt and held it with their legs while they turned on the cold water. The icy liquid hit their scalp and sent chills down their spine, skin dotted with goosebumps from the sensation. As soon as they'd rinsed the deep conditioner out, they carefully ran their hands over their head to draw out the excess water. When Peter returned, they were wrapping their hair in the t-shirt.

"My cute butt has returned."

"And my cute butt is happy you have." Y/N hummed and turned around, giving Peter a kiss and hugging him tightly, inhaling the comforting scent of his shirt. "I'm really glad you're okay, Peter."

"I'm not going anywhere, bug."

Once Y/N's hair was sufficiently dry, but not completely dry, they began to take out the products for styling their hair. Peter was as helpful as he could be in grabbing other items his partner needed, though it was a bit funny to see him take out the wrong container on occasion.

"This isn't twisting cream?"

"Noho," Y/N giggled. "Thahat's mahango butter."

"Ohoops. Sorry, baby-bug." Peter looked again, spotting the correct container and handing setting it on the bathroom counter.

"Thank you, honey-bun."

He watched with admiration as his partner seemed to effortlessly part their hair with the bottom end of the rat tail comb. "You do that like magic, you know that?"

"Lots and lots of practice." Y/N kissed his cheek before clipping the separated pieces. "You get used to it."

Y/N bit their lip as they pondered something silently. Of course, Peter noticed they had become lost in their thoughts, and tilted his head curiously.

"What's on your mind?"

With a deep breath, his partner responded. "I was... I was wondering. Would you like to learn how to two strand twist?"

Peter was a bit taken aback by the question, not because he didn't like the idea, but because he hadn't expected it. "I-I... uh... Are you sure? I mean I-I'd... I'd love to, but, is it okay with you? For me to..."

"Peter, I'm offering. It's okay." Their firm reassurance had Peter feeling a little more comfortable, and with a timid smile, he moved closer.

"Alright, bug. Please teach me."

Y/N walked him through the preparation steps, before handing him the section of hair they'd parted. Their eyes remained glued to Peter's face of concentration, as he carefully and meticulously repeated the movements that his partner had shown him. Although he was twisting at a turtle's pace, his gentleness did not go unnoticed.

"You can twist a little faster, Peter. It's okay."

"I just wanna be careful," Peter said softly. "You, uh, I remember you telling me once that you can get tender-headed. I-I don't exactly know how it plays in but I didn't want to cause you any pain."

"That's a good thing to keep in mind," Y/N relented, watching as Peter finished the twist and stepped back a little.

"How did I do?"

As Y/N studied the twist in the mirror, their smile grew. "You did great, Peter." They giggled at his heavy sigh of relief.

He didn't twist anymore than one section, but he supported Y/N the rest of the way. As the two sat in the living room, Y/N prepared to open the bottle of oil so they could massage their scalp.

"Y/N...?"

"Hm?"

"May I?" Peter gestured to the oil with a small nod of his head. "I want to make up for being gone most of breakfast."

After a few seconds, Y/N opened the bottle, guiding Peter to hold out his hands. "Slow circles."

"Got it."

"H-Hehey! P-Peheheter! Wahahatch the ehehehears!"

"You really are ticklish everywhere."

Wash days were a process, but Y/N could always count on their boyfriend to be entertaining, to distract them in the most adorable ways, to be curious but willing to learn, and of course, they could always count on him to be the tickle monster he was.

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ABSKNSKDJF T-T 🤎 This was self indulgent AF and I regret nothing. I hope my fellow Black t-fic readers enjoyed this. I tried to make it evident that any time Peter interacted with reader's hair, it was done so because reader gave him permission to. Not everyone with natural hair is going to be alright with it and their boundaries should ALWAYS be respected. Always. Period. Until next time, lovelies!

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