#not pictured is this yummy chicken parm I had

[miraeism]

food as of oct 23

[moonstruckholland]

Ma'am if youre taking requests i woulf like to see peter and y/n dancing in the kicthen while cooking cuz we be craving some intimacy in this quarantine 😔

I feel you, honey 🥺 we're always craving intimacy over here, especially during this quarantine 😔

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Being stuck inside the apartment for weeks on end wasn't exactly ideal, but you were making the best of it. If you weren't cuddled up on the couch with Peter bingeing a new show or having some sort of movie marathon, you were trying something new.

You did a bunch of pretty diy decorations projects you saved on Pinterest even though in the past you knew you'd probably never do them, you read new books, started playing around with all those makeup products you bought after watching many convincing reviews from Nikkietutorials.

Your biggest project though was cooking.

Sure, you knew how to make a few things, enough to keep you and Peter alive, but with school usually keeping you busy, you typically got takeout.

Each time you made something different. One night you made tacos, another you made homemade macaroni and cheese. For the most part you were pretty successful at the dishes you were making.

Peter would watch you the whole time, admiring the way you looked when you got really into a recipe, your determined eyes never leaving the kitchen. Sometimes you'd ask him for help, but most of time you wanted to try doing it all on your own.

Tonight's dinner was relatively simple, chicken parm with spaghetti and those yummy rolls Peter would eat like 10 of in one sitting.

You didn't really feel like doing it by yourself this time, feeling a bit lazy.

"Hey, Petey, baby," you looked over to where he was sitting on one of the chairs he pulled up from the dinner table to just to be in here with you, "You wanna help me?"

"Yes!" You couldn't help laughing as he jumped up practically running over to where you had left the cut chicken breast.

You explained to him what he needed to do, which was bread the chicken. It was only a few pieces, considering it was just the two of you eating but you cut up extra just in case.

While you waited you put on some music, before filling up a pan of oil and letting it heat up.

The process went by a lot faster with Peter helping you, and you had to admit you having the best time, singing with him, making a mess of the kitchen.

20 minutes later your chicken was in the oven and you were setting out the spaghetti you'd put to boil soon.

The song "thinking out loud" by Ed Sheeran came on and you heard Peter gasp from behind you.

"Baby! Come dance with me, our song is on!"

You had a bright smile on your face as you felt Peter's hand lace through yours and he gently spun you around to face him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist and you just swayed to the music.

Your laughter filled the air as he tried spinning you around without properly letting you go, making both of you stumble around the kitchen.

"Peter you're gonna make us fall!" You tried chastising him, but it was obvious from your expression you were having too much fun to actually care.

"C'mon, princess, You know I'd never let you fall."

You gave him an unconvincing look that made him burst into laughter. He looked like the picture of happiness, practically glowing with pure joy.

You had a sudden urge to kiss him, so you stood up on your tippy toes, and pressed your lips to his.

He melted into you quickly, moving on his hands from your waist to gently cup your cheek.

You pulled away after a minute with a smile and he rested his forehead against yours, eyes glossed over with bliss.

"I love you so much, baby."

"I love you more, Petey."