written for jarvisdropmyneedle07 <3 I hope you enjoy this, love!

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It was a slow morning. From the moment your alarm clock went off, your brain was absolute mush in your head. Your limbs couldn't seem to move quite right, and your anxiety was through the roof. You got dressed and brushed your hair, applied what little makeup you desired to wear, and then went down to your kitchen and got your breakfast. 

While your toast sat in the toaster, you went through your notes and things. You'd worked so hard to study for this test, and today was your chance to prove how hard you worked. But you were so incredibly anxious, like you hadn't studied at all.

You nibbled on your toast and sipped some coffee, desperate to get some caffeine into your system. You needed to wake your body up before you sat in that quiet and warm room, forced to only stare at the same test booklet all day...

You finished breakfast, gathered your backpack and things, and put your shoes on. 

It was early in the morning. The sky was still blue, with streaks of yellow sunlight coming up over the buildings. You shut the front door behind you and looked out at the cars pulled up in front of your apartment. There was a new one; one that usually wasn't there. And leaning against it was the only person that could ever bring a smile out of you on a day like this. 

He grinned and called out, "I didn't know whether I should come in the Spidey suit or not."

You walked down the sidewalk towards him. "I'm glad to see your face."

"Good," he said. He held out a brown bag. "I brought you donuts, and a coffee. And..." He stopped, seeing the look on your face. "You already ate, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you admitted. 

"Darn." He dropped the bag.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll save them for later." You took the bag from him and smiled. "Thank you, Peter."

"Of course," he said. "Can I give you a ride there?"

"You don't have to," you said.

"Come on, you're my girlfriend!" He opened up the passenger side door and you gave him a shy smile before slipping the straps of your backpack off your shoulders. Peter was already grabbing it from you. "I'll put this in the back for you."

"Thank you, Peter," you said. You got in the car, he shut your door, and then dropped your bag in the backseats for you. He got in the driver's side. 

You put your seat belt on. "Thank you for all of this."

"Please," he scoffed, "it's nothing. I know that you'd do all of this for me." He started up the car, turned the radio on (and turned the volume down to a low sound). "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," you said. "Exhausted."

"You'll do great," he said.

"Yeah. Maybe." You rolled your eyes. 

"What? I'm serious!" he said. "You're, like, the smartest girl in the world."

"You don't need to flirt with me anymore, we're already dating," you teased.

"I'm just trying to be a supportive boyfriend!" he exclaimed. "You're incredibly smart and you act like you're not. It's my job to remind you how amazing you are, and bring you donuts and coffee way too late." He shook his head at himself. "I don't even like peppermint mocha. Now I have to drink it or it's a waste of four dollars."

"You spent four dollars on a coffee for me?" you asked. 

"Please, tell me where it's cheaper, and I'll go there instead," he said. You both laughed. 

He pulled up in front of the building. You sighed, feeling your nerves get a little worse. "Okay, well..."

"Hey, you're gonna do great," Peter said. He reached over and pressed his lips to your cheek. "Call me when you're done and I'll come and get you, okay?"

"I will," you said. You got out of the car, grabbed your backpack, and leaned through the open door to say- "Thank you for everything."

He shook his head and smiled. "Anything for you, ___."

You smiled and shut the door. You didn't even take notice of how your anxiety was slowly ebbing away, because your mind was on Peter.