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𝝑𓏲 — ¡! Midnight Visits and Hidden Munches

warnings: fluff, late-night sneaking around, minor chaos, shameless Spider-Man boyfriend antics.

ㅤ୨ৎ —˳ leo valdez x reader

𝗔 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞, 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞, 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗪𝗔𝗦 the last thing you wanted to hear when you were just about to sink into your bed and finally get some well-earned rest after a long, exhausting day.

At the sound, you turned your head toward the source. The window.

Of course, the average person would assume the knocking came from the door...But the average person didn’t have a Spider-Man boyfriend.

With a tired groan, you dragged yourself out of bed, slipping on your slippers as you made your way over to the window. And—oh, what a shocker—there was Leo, clinging to the windowsill in his red-and-blue suit, absolutely covered in what looked like ashes.

Right. You’d totally forgotten to leave the window open like you’d promised.

Your eyes flicked to the clock on your nightstand. Midnight. Because, obviously, Leo had never heard of something called a reasonable visiting hour.

With a sigh, you opened the window as he pulled off his mask. For someone with a secret identity, he was way too shameless.

"Hey, mi amor," he greeted, grinning like he hadn’t just shown up looking like he walked through hell. He dug into his backpack—which, surprise surprise, was also covered in soot—pulling something out.

You frowned, reaching up to brush some of the dust off him… which was completely useless because he was basically bathed in it.

"What the hell happened to you? Where were you? What did you do?"

"I didn’t do anything," he said, way too quickly to be believable. You raised an eyebrow. He lasted two seconds before cracking.

"Okay, fine, maybe there was a tiny fire at a McDonald's," he admitted, then rushed to add, "But I got two Happy Meals out of it for helping!"

And sure enough, he pulled out two slightly crushed Happy Meal boxes from his bag before plopping onto the fire escape. You grabbed a hoodie from beside your bed and followed him outside.

"They even gave me drinks," he added smugly, pulling two sodas from his backpack as you sat next to him.

He tried to wrap an arm around you, but you pushed him back with a hand to his chest, making a face.

"Hey!" he whined.

"What? You stink of smoke," you shot back.

He laughed—way too loud for the middle of the night.

You quickly slapped your hands over his mouth. "Shut up," you hissed. "It’s midnight. If my parents see you—"

He pried your hands off gently, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you a little closer.

"Yeah, yeah, if your parents see me…" he murmured, leaning in, that familiar, cocky grin playing at his lips. His eyes flicked down to your lips. "Blah, blah, blah…"

And then he kissed you—slow, teasing, playful. There was still that faint taste of smoke on his lips, but at this point? You were used to it.

He smirked against your lips when he felt you kissing him back, and just as he pulled away, he nipped at your bottom lip before finally letting go.

"Alright, now shut up and eat your Happy Meal," he said, handing you one. "The box got a little beat up, but it still tastes the same."

Smiling, you took it.

"A burger and a soda? At midnight?" You raised an eyebrow. "I was literally about to sleep, but no, you don’t believe in normal hours, do you?"

He just pinched your arm lightly in response.

You took a bite of your burger as he popped open your drink for you.

"Can I sleep over?" he asked, that shameless grin creeping back onto his face. "I’ll leave before your parents wake up. They won’t even know I was here."

You swallowed, already ready to say hell no—maybe tell him it was too risky, or that he literally reeked of smoke.

But he was faster.

"Please," he started.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

"Pretty please," he added, dragging it out, then immediately launching into a ridiculous speech about why he absolutely had to stay the night—how you needed to cuddle, how it was the only logical choice, how—

And before you could even think about getting a word in, he was already in full dramatic monologue mode, listing off every single reason why letting him stay was clearly the best decision, and... well, he started spewing nonsense so fast you didn’t even have time to process it.

He always did this. He knew it annoyed you, but somehow, you never actually said no.

Ten straight minutes of rambling later, you finally gave in—grumbling the whole time—and half an hour after that, you found yourself in bed, with Leo pressing lazy kisses to your cheeks, murmuring a soft good night against your skin.

a/n: sorry 😞 I've been super busy, and honestly, I haven't even had time to write these past few weeks. You probably don't even remember this request, but here it is!

— xoxo, s .