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request: Hi love! Can I request a peter parker one shot or small blurb about Peter helping his girlfriend through panic attacks and living with anxiety? Thanks so much! (tumblr ate up the inbox message but luckily i copied it)

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“baby. you gotta breathe for me, okay?”. you can barely hear peter over your own wheezing. your anxiety had gotten the better of you, this was your second panic attack today. and for what reason? you’re not entirely sure. all you know is that it’s getting harder to breathe. 

“y/n”. peter never calls you by your name. that only happens when he’s angry or worried. although he wasn’t showing it, the boy was terrified. he had never seen you this bad before and his usual tactics weren’t working. you had already tried to slow your breathing and name certain objects in the room, but you couldn’t focus at all. 

so peter did what he did best. he just held you, and let you know that he was there for you. 

peter sat on the floor next to your rigid figure and slowly peeled your hands away from your face. slowly, but surely, he positioned you so your back was in his chest. his back rested against his bed frame. peter comfortingly rubbed up and down your arms and thighs, quietly telling you that he’s here for you. eventually your breathing slowed down, enough for you to weakly call out his name.

“i’m right here, angel” he tells you. peter gives your temple a kiss as you cry softly, resting the back of your head against him. at least you stopped hyperventilating. this was progress. 

“that’s it” he praises you. he laces one of his hands with yours and squeezes it. peter waits patiently with you until your cry dies down and becomes light sniffles. “good girl’ he whispers. you shift you weight and curl into him, resting your temple against his collarbone. peter rubs your back soothingly and it makes you sigh. 

“i’m so tired” you whimper. your eyes flutter close after your statement. peter knows how much stress an attack can put on your body. which is why he doesn’t press you for anything more. he knows all you need is a good night’s rest. 

“i know, i know” he says softly. the hardwood under him wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, but he’ll deal with the soreness later. all he cared about right now was making sure his girl felt better. 

“just rest baby”

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without a word xxv

summary: peter’s girl is finally home from her trip and pays him a visit. he’s happy to see her, but also has an important question to ask her

warning: fluff/angst

A/N: hi lovlies. it’s been a year since posting the last chapter. but im back!!!

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y/n kept her promise when she told peter she would be home soon. to help stay connected she sent him cute “vlogs” while she was away. he would ask for her to send pictures and of course she would send them. She was so beautiful. he would never get tired of looking at her.

peter passed the time by catching up on reading, hanging with ned and mj, cleaning his room for when she gets back… he was so excited to see her again, even though it had only been a few days. her plane would be landing soon and by tonight she would be in his arms again. he couldn’t wait. he missed the smell of her hair, her soft skin, warm eyes as she gazed lovingly at him…he missed all of her. 

peter still had ned’s questions in the back of his mind, but he buried them for now. he didn’t want their first conversation to be about the future. he just wanted to hold her, love her and make up for lost time. before the boy can become too lost in his own thoughts, there’s a light knock on his front door. his heart skips a beat and before he knows it he’s sprinting out of his room. peter has never opened the door so fast. his eyes widen in surprise as his lover is standing on the other side. it’s her. she’s come home early. there’s a shy smile on her face as peter stares at her in shock. she looks tan, happy, and beautiful. just like always. 

“hi, angel”. y/n barely finishes her greeting before peter wraps her in his arms. the boy quickly pulls her into the apartment and cuddles her into his chest. she yelps in surprise and can’t help but laugh at his eagerness. when she’s wrapped up in him he closes the front door and leans into her so much that she’s trapped between the material and him. he takes time hugging her, squeezing her, smelling her intoxicating scent that he loves so much. he sighs and melts into her, happy to finally be holding her again. “hi, sweetheart” she says softly. y/n massages her hands into his curls. it soothes him. she kisses his temple. 

peter becomes greedy and quickly untucks his head from her neck so he can kiss her lips. he sighs once again, holding her even closer to him. he can feel y/n smiling against him. she lightly holds his cheeks as they share a loving kiss. it doesn’t last long though. peter is frantic, kissing her nose, cheeks, eyelids, anywhere, everywhere. he wants as much of her as possible. she’s addicting. 

“baby, wait” she giggles. she softly pushes him back with her hands on his pecs. his pupils are blown out and his chest rises and falls quickly as he catches his breath. his cheeks heat up, realizing how desperate he looked. she strokes his cheek and smiles at him. “i missed you too” she teases. y/n knew peter had been counting down the days since they last saw each other. and to be honest, she was too. of course she had fun on her trip, but what she really wanted was to be in bed with her boy. it didn’t take much for her to be content. just as long as peter was there she was happy. 

“i got you something”. it’s then when peter notices a small plastic bag beside her. she must’ve put it down before he attacked her. y/n carries the bag in one hand while she holds peter’s in the other. she guides them to his room and sits on the bed, placing the bag between them. peter looks between her and the bag, wondering what could be in there. “now i know you didn’t ask for me to bring you back anything, but i just couldn’t help it” she admits excitedly. peter frowns at her. he didn’t want her spending her money on him. she pecks his lips to shush him. “just open it” she pleads. there’s a blush on her cheeks.peter reaches in the bag and hesitantly pulls out a wrapped present. it’s rectangular. its heavy. he gives y/n a puzzled look, wondering what it could be as he tears the brown wrapping paper off of it. peter’s jaw drops as he stares down at an old digital camera. it’s silver with a thick black stripe on the side. it’s beautiful. it’s his. 

“surprise” she whispers sweetly. peter had never been the type to take pictures of himself, but she knew he loved taking pictures of her. she hoped that with his new camera they would have more pictures together. “do you like it?”, she asks. it was a silly question. he didn’t just like it. he loved it. the present was from his girl. for him. peter felt like his heart could burst. he didn’t deserve her. 

“come, let’s test it out”. y/n carries the camera and makes her way over to peter’s dresser. there’s a large mirror in front of it, perfect for taking photos. peter follows her and she motions for him to stand in front of her. he does and crouches so she can rest her chin on his shoulder from behind him. 

“ready?”, she asks. peter nods. she brings the camera up to her eye, making sure they’re centered. “3…2…1” she counts down. before snapping the picture, y/n snakes her free arm around his waist, holding him close to her. peter has a soft smile on his lips as she presses down, capturing the sweet image. 

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peter is back on his bed, laying down as y/n lays on top of him. they’re cuddling, lazily kissing, enjoying each other’s warmth. he’s had a look in his eye since she came back. y/n is blushing under his gaze. 

“what?”, she asks shyly. peter is stroking her cheek with one hand while the other holds her close. there’s a small smile on his lips as he gazes at her. the girl questions him again. “why are you looking at me like that?”.

peter sighs quietly. “i wish i could freeze time”, he signs. her brows furrow at his statement, and she laughs lightly.

“i just got here, i’m not leaving you any time soon”. it’s true. she didn’t plan on going back home until the weekend was over. even though her trip was relaxing, her parents still had a rocky relationship. she didn’t want to be around when they exploded at each other. 

“i know. i just mean in general”. peter didn’t really want to go into depth about it right now. but when she furrows her brows and sits up peter knows he won’t be able to sweep this conversation under the rug. 

“is something wrong, angel?” she questions. peter sighs and sits up against the headboard, facing her. 

“what about the future?”. they had never spoken about their future together. they were enjoying taking things day-by-day. 

y/n shrugs. “what about it?”. of course she had thought about their future together, but she wasn’t sure what peter was implying. was he doubting it? he sighs. peter tries to shake his head and brush it off, but she won’t let him. “hey, tell me what’s on your mind”, she pleads softly. 

there’s a worried look behind his eyes. he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. she had just come back a few hours ago, he didn’t want to start an argument. “baby” she encourages him. 

“what happens after we graduate? what if we go to different schools?” peter signs, unsure if he wants to hear her answers. the worst-case scenario: they would break up because the distance would be too hard to deal with. he had tried to prepare himself for this, but he just couldn’t. 

“what? where is this coming from?” she asks softly. the future scared her too, but she was positive that peter would be in it. she didn’t see a future where peter wouldn’t be standing beside her.

“i just don’t want you to forget about me”. peter looks away. he cringes at how insecure he’s being. y/n thinks the statement is absurd. forget him? her peter? her first love? how could she?

“look at me” y/n whispers. she leans her head down when peter countinues to look away in shame. “peach” she calls to him. peter’s eyes meet hers and she offers him a comforting smile. 

“we’ll apply to the same schools. we’re both smart, i’m sure we’ll be accepted to all the same ones. and if not…” she hesitates for a moment. she doesn’t even want to think about that possibility. “...then we’ll take it from there. but don’t worry about that now, okay?”. peter nods. she’s right. they were only juniors. they still had a year of high school left. who knows what would happen in that time? peter chooses to believe her. 

she rests her forehead against his. “I’m not going anywhere” she promises. peter nudges his forehead against hers, enjoying the feeling of doubt being washed away. “when did you start thinking about this?”. he had never had these anxieties before.

“the other night. ned was asking all these questions and i just got scared”. 

y/n coos at him. “you must really love me, huh?” she teases. peter blushes. of course he does. he has been for a long time now. he was just waiting for the perfect time to say it back to her.

“nothing to be scared about, precious” she tells him. peter doesn’t know how she does it. she manages to make him feel better every time his anxiety gets the best of him.  

“any more doubts you have in that pretty head of yours?”. peter shakes his head. “good”. she leans into him and kisses his burning cheek. peter doesn’t know what he did to get a girlfriend like her. it must’ve been karma giving him a break from his traumatic childhood. he’s not too sure, but he does know one thing. he’s in love with her.

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Hi! I’m so ready to read about NWH. Tom’s Peter x reader, if the reader was kidnapped by green goblin? I’m here for a protective!peter x injured!reader! Maybe at the end the reader is the only one who knows Peter Parker and he takes care of her?

peter was full of rage as he swung you both back to your apartment. he would’ve taken you back to his place, but that wasn’t an option and happy’s condo clearly wasn’t safe anymore. you whimper as your body jolts between peter’s swings.

peter rescued you after goblin took you hostage and the boy was trying to get as far away from him as possible. you were already injured from the falling debris in the lobby, it didn’t help that peter was swinging so frantically. your head was pounding, heart racing and you weren’t sure why your shirt was so bloody. was it yours? peter’s? may’s? your body felt numb, too much adrenaline to process what had just occurred.

peter skillfully opens your bedroom window, crawling in and webbing the blinds closed as soon as you’re on your feet. he can’t risk anybody knowing you’re here. your legs give out the moment peter stops holding you, too weak to support your own weight. peter curses as he sinks down to the floor, lifting your shirt to tend to your wounds. shards of glass and debris are piercing your stomach, but luckily none of them are deep enough to be life threatening.

peter quickly enters the bathroom, grabbing a towel and the first aid kit you’ve used on him countless of times. since his injuries are more than your average cut, your “kit” was more like an oversized toiletry bag filled with anything you could possibly need; gauze, hydrogen peroxide, staples if it was extreme…

peter applies the antiseptic to your torso and you cry silently in pain, tears streaming down the sides of your face. unlike his usual self, he doesn’t even apologize. peter is too focused on trying to find the tweezers to retract the fragments from your skin. his hands tremble as he desperately fumbles through the bag. “where’s the goddamn tweezers?”, he growls. frustrated tears fill his eyes and he curses again, he already can’t find what he’s looking for and the tears blurring his vision aren’t helping.

“fuck!”, peter dumps the contents onto the floor, growing impatient. he spread the tools out with his hands, they were easier to see this way. “jesus fucking christ”, he mumbles as his fingers wrap around the object he had been searching for. peter roughly wipes his tears before pulling each piece of debris from your skin. he doesn’t mean to be so heartless, if this was just a regular patch up he’d be apologizing and pampering you every second. but now wasn’t the time to be your boyfriend. peter had to put his feelings aside and examine you for serious injuries. you were bruised pretty bad along your ribs and peter could see you wince with every breath. there was dried blood on your forehead from a shallow cut. your head was fine, other than your minor concussion.

“i need to clean the rest of these cuts”, is the first thing he says to you. his voice is flat and he unromantically pulls you to your feet. “they’re gonna give you a damn infection”, he mumbles. you wince as you hold your aching stomach, blood coating your hand through your stained shirt. before he can see the damage peter turns away from you, taking a minute to try to calm himself down. his hand hangs low as tears blur his vision once again. you can hear him sniffling, fighting the overwhelming urge to break down. he can’t afford to do that right now. and he feels so selfish because here he is in one piece, speed healing already taking effect, while you don’t have that luxury.

you empathize with him. you’re not a hero, you have no idea how much pressure he has. everyone’s problems become his and you can’t imagine what it’s like to bear the entire city’s burdens on your shoulders.

peter clenches his jaw as he sees your hard wood stained by your blood and littered with debris. the sight makes his stomach drop. peter vowed that you were never supposed to be in any danger, ever. his most important promise was broken and he hated himself for it. peter throws his mask against the wall and pulls at his curls. you watch his back rise and fall as he chokes back a sob. his tears betray him, a steady stream flowing down his cheeks.

“peter”. your voice is hoarse and barely comes out above a whisper. he doesn’t turn around. your voice weakened the wall he was trying to put up between his emotions. you sounded so tired. your feet shuffle against the floor as you make your way to him. you hold back the urge to groan with each step, knowing peter wouldn’t be able to handle hearing you so hurt. your arms wrap around his torso and you lean into him.

the comforting hug breaks peter more than anything. his chest caving in as he lets out a silent cry. it comes from somewhere deep inside of him. a cry that makes up for all the tears he has held back in his lifetime. it’s full of anger and heartbreak and fear. you didn’t have to hear him to know how much pain he was in, mentally, physically, emotionally… it’s the kind of cry that reminds you of a little kid that’s scared of the dark. one that’s calling out for his mother to turn on the light, pull him into her arms and temporarily take away his fears. it brings fresh tears to your eyes to see him so emotional.

“i don’t know what i would’ve done if i didn’t get you back”, he chokes out. he had already lost so much at his age; his parents, uncle, tony, now aunt… if he had lost you too he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. he would seek revenge on any villain he came across, whether they were involved in your death or not. peter wouldn’t be the friendly neighborhood spiderman that people had grown to love.

“but you did”, you say. you apply pressure at his hips, making him turn around to meet your glossy eyes. “i’m right here”. peter’s face is flushed and puffy from crying. you offer him a small smile.

“i can’t lose you”, he whispers. peter’s gaze is intense. he wants you to know how important you are to him. you’re one of the only people he has left.

you shake your head at him. “you won’t”. it’s more of a promise, one that solidifies your trust that peter will always be there for you. he rests his hands on both sides of your neck and leans forward to press his forehead against yours.

“i love you. i’m sorry i put you in danger”, his voice almost catches at the end. peter sighs as you comfortingly rub a hand down his back. you stay like that for a moment, grateful that you have each other. peter presses his forehead lightly into yours, grounding himself again.

“c’mon”, you whisper. “let’s get cleaned up”. you take peter’s hand and lead him to your bathroom, where you both remove your blood-stained garments. peter apologizes as he properly cleans your wounds in the shower and washes the rubble from your hair. after showering he dries you off and helps you change into the overnight clothes he had left in your room. peter presses his lips softly against every cut, bruise and mark that was left on your body before stitching you up. it takes a while, he was trying his best to not hurt you any more tonight. when he finishes he carefully places you in bed, turns off the light and lets you curl into him. you fall asleep quickly, but peter stays awake to draw shapes along your arm and listen to your breathing. it brings him comfort to hear your soft snores. he whispers prayers and promises to you while you sleep, vowing to protect you and to never let you get in harm’s way again. after a few hours his eyelids start to feel heavy and peter finally joins you for a much needed sleep.

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kinda got carried away with this one. also i included a lot more angst than fluff, hopefully i made it up to you at the end!!

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little italy 

summary: peter’s second day in italy. he meets a pretty girl along the way and wants to get to know her

warning: fluff

A/N: hey guys! this is a repost to a previous chapter i posted a while ago. as some of you may know it was in collaboration with another creator, but sadly she has deactivated. half of the chapters were lost until i got in contact with her recently. we managed to find our old documents that we shared with each other. thank you everyone for being so patient. i hope you enjoy reading!💗

chapter 1

After getting a full day to recover from their jetlag, the class had gathered around for breakfast in the hotel dining area, which was a bit on the smaller side for a class the size of Peter’s. Peter and Ned decide to take their breakfast outside to one of the tables lined outside the hotel, where they are joined by MJ.

“buongiorno, come hai dormito/Good morning, how did you sleep?” the melodic voice from two days ago asks. The italian girl approaches them, pitcher of water with sliced lemons in hand. She smiles, eyes making their way towards Peter.

“Ottimo, grazie/Great.” Ned smiles. “E tu/And you?”

The nameless Italian girl smiles at him as she fills the empty glasses of water. Betty, having just finished serving herself breakfast from the hotel, swoops in and sits next to Ned.

“Il tuo italiano è molto buono/You Italian is very good.” the girl tells Ned, who in turn beams. Betty squeezes his hand and congratulates him, going on in english about how she helped her boyfriend study before coming here.

When MJ gets up to clear her dishes, the italian girl fusses, telling her to sit down while she gets everything. Peter gets up in a frenzy, taking the plates that she can’t carry and follows her into the kitchen.

“Grazie mille/Thank you so much…” she trails off, leaving the sentence open for Peter to tell her his name.

“Sono/I’m Peter.”

The two of them put the dirty dishes down in the sink and turn to look at each other.

“E tu/And you?” Peter asks nervously. She smiles and offers him her hand to shake.

“Il mio nome è y/n. Piacere di conoscerti/My name is y/n. Nice to meet you.”

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“Alright everyone, today is all about touring the areas surrounding Bergamo. You should all have gotten a guide with different sightseeing spots, all which are great to practice your Italian. Stay in groups of at least three, don’t forget to check in at three, and stay safe everyone. Dinner is at six!” The italian teacher announces to the group of students. As soon as he is finished talking, the high schoolers disperse into groups, getting together to plan their day. Peter, MJ, Ned, and Betty looked through their copy of the guide of things to do around Bergamo, trying to all decide between touring through the Accademia Carrara, an art museum located in modern Bergamo, or visiting the Rocca museum and the Venetian walls.

“Let’s do the art museum. We can get out of old Bergamo and see modern Bergamo where all the newer things are. I read that the piazza there has really cool shops and food.” MJ says as she flips through one of the pamphlets she had grabbed from the hotel lobby.

“Don’t you think it would be interesting to go and look at the defensive walls? It’s gorgeous, and there’s this spot where we can look out from.” Betty flips through different pictures on her phone, trying to make her point. MJ cocks an eyebrow at her.

“Betty, it’s just a wall.” MJ turns to look at Peter expectantly. “Parker, what do you think?”

Petter hesitates, looking down at the manual in his hands. He hadn’t been paying that much attention to it while his friends talked, but rather to Flash across the piazza. He was talking to y/n near the hotel entrance, telling her something that made her laugh.

“Earth to Parker, are you listening?” MJ waves a hand in front of Peter’s face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, uh. I’m for the Academia Carrara. We get to ride that old funicular.” Peter suggests, clearing his throat. MJ nods approvingly, taking out some cash for the ticket.

“Anyone else in?” she asks, looking around at the group. Betty gives in, as does Ned. 

Realizing he doesn’t have his wallet, Peter excuses himself and heads back to the hotel. He almost bumps into y/n on his way down. She holds her book to her chest, blushing.

“Mi dispiace/I’m sorry.” Peter apologizes. Y/N shakes her head and smiles.

“Va tutto bene. Dove stai andando/Everything is alright. Where are you going?” she asks, tucking a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. Peter blanks on his Italian for a second, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Y/N giggles, shaking her head.

“It is okay, Peter. I speak little bit of english.” y/n’s english is thich with an Italian accent, but Peter is still surprised. She tried speaking to him in his native language just the same way he’d spoken hers.

“Oh. Your english is very good.”

“Thank you.”

“We’re going to an art museum, down in the modern side of Bergamo. Accademia Carrara?”

“Oh sì, il museo d'arte/Yes, the art museum! Very good.” she smiles. Her eyes drift behind him, and she stands straighter. “I tuoi amici ti stanno aspettando/Your friends are waiting for you. Maybe you should leave.”

Indeed, Peter’s friends were waving for him to join them, pointing at imaginary watches on their wrists. Peter rolls his eyes and grins before turning back to y/n.

“I’ll see you later?” he asks. She smiles and shrugs.

“Perhaps. Goodbye Peter.”

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After going through the art museum on the modern side of Bergamo, Peter and his friends stop for lunch at a cafe called the Caffe Degli Artisti, where they snag a table outdoors. They eat some sandwiches and drink coffee that is local, and relax a little after eating. The afternoon sun shone down on the group, warming up their skin nicely during a slightly windy day.

They all take the funicular back into old Bergamo, finding that they have some more time to go to the Bergamo Venetian walls and walk around. The view outside was beautiful, with lush green trees below, the weathered terracotta roofs stretching out as far as the eye can see. Ned and Peter look out at the scenery together while MJ and Betty indulge themselves with a conversation on the history of the city they were in.

“So, the girl from the hotel is pretty nice.” Ned says, casually bringing up y/n. Peter avoids looking at Ned, afraid his face would give away what he was thinking.

“Yeah.”

“I heard Flash saying how he was going to try and get her alone. I think he’s pretty interested in her.”

“Flash is interested in anything with a pulse.” Peter rolls his eyes. He bites his tongue when he realizes how this sounds, though Ned is already laughing.

“Dude, he’d kill you if he heard you say that out loud.”

“Who’d kill Peter if he heard him say what?” MJ asks, arms crossed as the girls join the boys once more. Ned repeats Peter’s words, which make MJ smile.

“We should get going, dinner is about to start.” Betty says, taking Ned’s hand in hers. The couple leads the way back to the hotel, where their classmates are already gathering around.

Dinner varies from different pastas to risottos, with dessert being gelato. Y/N flies around the room, helping the students with drinks and cleaning their empty dishes. An older man and a few younger kids, which Peter assumes are her family, go about the room helping as well.

“MJ has graciously offered to help me with something I’m writing for the school news, so I think the two of us are going to head out for the night. Is that okay?” Betty, places her hand over Ned’s, making sure it was okay that she was leaving him early for the night. The two share a kiss and bid each other goodnight before the girls get up.

“See you tomorrow, losers.” MJ salutes the boys and stands with Betty. She stuffs her hands in the pockets of her jacket, following Betty as they head to the reading area of the hotel.

“I think I’m going to get started on my journal entry. Want to head back to the room?” Ned asks as he sets down his glass of water. Peter glances over in y/n’s direction, finding her standing near the doorway that leads to the back garden of the hotel. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, cascading in messy waves as the wind blows through the open sections of the building. She catches his eyes, smiling at him shyly.

“Uh, you know I think I’m going to hang out here for a second. I’ll text you when I’m on my way up, okay?”

Once Ned has gone back up to their room, Peter gets up and begins making his way to y/n. He wanted to talk to her again, spend a little time with her before the day was over.

“Penis Parker, where do you think you’re going?” Flash intersects the path Peter was going in, leaning against one of the tables with a smirk on his face. Peter steps back, unsure of what to say.

“I-”

“Let me stop you right there. If you’re planning on talking to our hot foreign friend here, don’t. I’ve already set my sight on her, so don’t even think about it.”

“What if she wants to talk to me?”

“Well you better not try anything, Parker. I’m watching you.”

“Va tutto bene qui/Is everything okay here?” a soft, concerned voice asks. The two boys look up at y/n, who is frowning. She holds a damp towel in her hands, which she had likely been using to wipe down the empty tables before approaching the boys.

Flash gives her a smile and nods. ‘Tutto è perfetto, bello. Sto solo parlando con il mio amico qui/Everything is perfect, beautiful. I'm just talking to my friend here.” he glances at Peter. “Right, Peter?”

Peter nods slowly, to which Flash grins approvingly to. He leaves, joining his little friend group once more.

“Stai bene? Sembra un bullo/Are you okay? He looks like a bully.” y/n asks in a concerned tone. “You should not let him talk to you in that way.”

Her cool hand is on Peter’s, giving him a soft but firm squeeze. Peter looks down at their hands and blushes.

“Uh, I. Yeah. I know. I actually.” the boy takes a deep breath. “Volevo sapere se ti piacerebbe passare del tempo con me. Fuori in giardino/I wanted to know if you'd like to spend time with me. Out in the garden?”

Y/N smiles, glancing back at Flash before giving Peter a nod. “Sì. Good thing you are not letting that boy put you down. You would not have asked me otherwise.”

Y/N asks Peter to hold on for a second before going into the kitchen. She’s in there for a couple of minutes before returning back to Peter, this time with a sweater in hand rather than a towel.

Peter didn’t bother to see if Flash was watching him with y/n as they walked out to the hotel garden. All he cared about was that he was getting to spend time with her. He was going to talk to a pretty girl about whatever the conversation brought, underneath the stars, in a different country. How much better could it get?

The pair settles on a concrete bench outlooking the city below. The city lights twinkle in the dark, with the sounds of the city far away, faint to those above. It added to the ambience of the passing wind. Y/N slipped on her sweater and smoothed the skirt of her dress before looking over in Peter’s direction.

“Do you like here?” she asks. Peter smiles and nods.

“So far, yeah. We’re going to Milan tomorrow.”

“Oh, Milan is wonderful. Il cibo è/The food is,” Y/N kisses her fingertips and blows a kiss, signifying that the food was delicious. Peter laughs and shakes his head. “Com'è il tuo libro finora/How is your book so far?”

“Buono. Stavo pensando che potremmo leggere di nuovo insieme/Good. I was thinking that we could read it together again. Only if you want.” Peter adds the last part nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Y/N laughs softly and nods. She asks him to hold on for a bit, and disappears inside. Once she reappears, she has her copy of Call Me By Your Name in her hands. She hands it to him, asking him to read it to her.

The two relax on the bench, sitting comfortably close to each other. They lean over the book reading, y/n helping Peter with whatever words he stumbled on. It was a wonderful way to pass time, so much so that Peter hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten until someone called out for y/n.

“My father.” she sighs, getting up. Peter follows suit, handing y/n back her book.

“I should probably get going too.”

The two stand in front of each other for a beat too long, neither one making a move. Peter thinks about leaning over to hug her, but then thinks about how that would be weird. He didn't want to mess it up, whatever ‘it’ was.

In the end, it is y/n who does something. She leans up and pecks both of his cheeks, her lips lingering for a second before pulling back.

“Tomorrow, I see you.” she says.

“Tomorrow.” Peter confirms. Y/N gives him a satisfied smile before walking back inside to where she had been beckoned. Peter watches her figure disappear into the shadows, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe it. He had something to look forward to.

Tomorrow.

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Heyyy!!! Happy sleepover ❤️❤️ I wanted to ask if I could request a Peter Parker x Deaf! Reader? There’s still a severe lack of that, and I’m in the mood for some fluff, so maybe awkward first date? Thanks!!❤️❤️

i have a series dedicated to peter learning asl because he chooses to not speak. click here if you would like to read it!

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“you look beautiful”, peter slowly signs with a bright smile on his face. his date, y/n, was wearing a well fitted dress that she bought for the occasion. she had her hair down and it framed her face nicely, a big difference in her usual appearance. are they a little overdressed for a first date? maybe, but peter wanted to take her somewhere nice, he got the feeling that she hasn’t been on many dates.

peter was surprised that she even said yes to going out with him. they hadn’t known each other very well, but he was always respectful to her and she appreciated that. most students at midtown high ignore her, but not peter.

the boy was wearing a nice suit with his hair parted neatly, curls pulled back from his face so she could clearly see him. peter looked up a few videos before their date on how to effectively communicate with a deaf person. he taught himself a few basic signs and phrases and forced himself to remember to speak clearly. he had a bad habit of rambling.

“you look very handsome, peter”. he blushes and looks down at his hands. the pair is quiet after that, not quite sure what they should talk about. y/n opens her menu, partially to hide the smile that was stuck n her face. her cheeks flush every time she catches peter staring at her over her menu.

thankfully, the waiter comes to break the semi-awkward tension. peter orders first then smiles at her, signaling that it was her turn. she tilts her menu to the waiter, pointing at what she would like to order. the waiter nods and walk back to the kitchen after collecting their menus.

peter wants to ask why she doesn’t speak. i’m his research he read that deaf people can choose if they want to speak or not. it was her preference to not speak, because she can portray so much more emotion through sign language. peter hopes she isn’t insecure of her voice. he would love to hear it one day.

“do you like what you ordered?”, peter asks, forcing a conversation. he isn’t sure how to sign that sentence, so he does his best to speak clearly. thankfully, she can lipread. y/n smiles and nods. she points to him to ask him the same question. “yes, i had to ask for mine without cheese, though”, he says. her brows furrow at the end of his sentence.

“oh, i just can’t have too much. it hurts my stomach”, peter admits. his eyes widen. “you’re not allergic to anything are you?”, he asks worriedly. “i can get you something else if you are. maybe i can flag down the waiter”, peter starts to ramble. y/n’s brows furrow as she tries to follow along, but peter is speaking way too fast. she places her hand on top of his to calm him down.

peter realizes the mistakes he’s made and hangs his head. “i’m so sorry”. she reaches into the small bag she brought with her and her face lights up as she opens her phone. peter sighs defeatedly, he can see that she is texting someone. their date has barely started and he’s already ruined it.

peter’s phone buzzes a few moments later and he fishes it from his pocket to see a message from her.

“relax peter, you’re doing great :)”.

peter’s eyebrows raise. he’s shocked honestly, he thought he had totally ruined the night before it began.

“really? i thought you might have wanted to leave already”, he sends honestly. y/n laughs at his message and shakes her head at him. he sighs in relief.

“i’m having a great time”, she types. peter smiles at her and he offers his hand from across the table. she takes it and reassuringly rubs her thumb against his fingers. the small gesture made peter feel a lot better and he was happy that she was enjoying herself.

“i’ll learn more signs, i promise”. peter squeezes her hand. y/n squeezes back.

their next date would be even better.

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stuck on you

summary: tom can’t see you marry another man without telling you how he feels

warning: angst!!!!

A/N: my cuties, i’m back!!! i’ve had this in my drafts for over a year. i just felt no inspiration to write, until today. hope you enjoy, thank you for being so kind and so patient with me!!💗

you smooth your hair back for the hundredth time, frustrated that one piece of hair manages to pop up after a few moments. you sit in front of the large vanity, trying to perfect everything before the ceremony starts. your thoughts are racing, thinking of all the possible things that could happen. ‘what if i pass out?’ ‘what if i trip walking down the isle?’ ‘what if he doesn’t show up?’. you’re supposed to be nervous, of course. your entire family will be there, watching as you promise your eternal love to your soon-to-be husband. but, this is the biggest day of your life and somehow, something feels wrong. it feels like you’re missing something.

“don’t do it!”. you jump and turn your head towards the sudden noise. tom is frantic as he shuts the door behind him. you gasp and turn your head at his sudden entrance. “don’t do it, please” he leans against the wood and you stand when you hear his voice crack.

“hey, what’s wrong? is everything-“. you stop when you see tears in his eyes. your brows furrow and you quickly make your way to him. your hands are on his cheeks in an instant. “tommy”. his heart picks up as you call him by his favorite name. but now isn’t the time to fall more in love with you. this is serious and you look so worried. and it makes this so much harder for tom. you were a good woman. you didn’t deserve this.

“don’t marry him”, he pleads. your eyes meet his and you start to pull away.

“what?”. your voice comes out as a whisper. you can’t believe he would say something like. of all the days he could’ve pleaded his case he had to choose the one that should be the happiest of your life, your wedding day. it wasn’t fair. “tom, what are you doing?“. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to try to slow down his breathing. he was going to have a panic attack if he didn’t calm down.

“i’m begging you please”. tom takes your hands and brings them to his lips. his eyes are pleading and rimmed with fresh tears. you take a moment to just look at him. he’s shaking. his tie is barely knotted against his semi-wrinkled button down. his suit looks like it had been thrown on. it was. he looks pale, desperate, tired. so tired. how long has he been holding these emotions in? is this really happening?

“i-“, you shake your head, not knowing what to think. tom doesn’t give you a chance to, anyway.

“just give me five minutes”. you can hear how desperate he is by how quick his responses are. “that’s all i’m asking. please” he says in a small voice. his hands are shaking as they hold yours. what is happening? you notice tom’s disheveled hair and you wonder how much sleep he’s running on, if he slept at all.

you nod, agreeing to hear him out. you don’t think you could walk down the isle wondering what tom was going to tell you. “okay. just a few minutes”. you wonder if he had rehearsed what he was going to say. you thought he might have, until he broke down. you had never seen tom so frantic, so desperate, so… heartbroken.

“oh, tom”. you pull him into you and you can feel his chest shake as he sobs against you. your arms snake around his back and you lightly scratch him in the way you know he likes through his shirt. he whimpers and takes a few moments to breathe. you remain calm on the outside, but you’re secretly terrified about what tom is about to tell you. your heart is pounding. you make a mental note to try to remain calm, no matter what happens.

you can feel his lips wobble as he presses them against the top of your head. you pull back to look at him, resting your chin on his chest as you offer him a sad smile. “tell me what’s going on. what are you thinking about?”, you ask softly. tom holds his hand to your cheek as he gazes down at you. he doesn’t even realize that you’ve managed to calm him down, just like always.

his thumb lightly rubs against your soft cheek. he takes his time looking at you; admiring how the hint of gold eyeshadow complimented your eyes, how your pesky beauty marks were making their way through your makeup... “you look so beautiful”. you blush under his gaze and thank him quietly as you let him continue.

“i’m so lost”, he confesses. it’s true, since the day you met your current fiancée tom hasn’t felt the same. he hasn’t laughed as hard or smiled as brightly or taken care of himself like he used to. of course you could see it happening, but he was a private person and you didn’t want to force him to tell you anything if he didn’t want to. he would’ve refused anyway. it would’ve been selfish to ruin your chance of happiness. how things have changed.

“i’ve been so stupidly, hopelessly, madly in love with you since day one”. tom laughs at this, but you stay silent, speechless at his confession. you pull back so you can get a better look at him. he holds truth behind his eyes. tom shrugs with a sad smile. “but, i couldn’t tell you. i couldn’t ruin our friendship”. the last thing he wanted to do was make a move and have it completely destroy your relationship. you were the person he would think about to get through a bad day and the person he would go to when he needed something to ground him. you were his rock, his anchor, his savior. he wasn’t going to throw all of that away just because of some silly crush. “i couldn’t be selfish and ruin your relationship. i saw the way you would look at him. and as much as it broke my heart to hear you laugh at his jokes, or see you kiss him… as much as it broke me to even think about him getting to wake up to you… i didn’t want to be that guy”. tom sighs. “and now-“, he gestured to you in your dress, “now i’m too late”. he shakes his head, cursing at himself for waiting so long, too long. his hands comes to your shoulders and softly slide down your arms until his hands are holding both of yours. “and i’m so in love with you that i’m willing to ignore my feelings and bite my tongue as i watch you marry the guy of your dreams”. there are tears in your eyes and tom sits you down at your vanity as he softly pats them away with a tissue. he hated seeing you cry. he hated himself for being the one to make you feel such a thing.

“you deserve each other”, he continues. “i can’t tell you how sorry i am for telling you now. i just knew i couldn’t live with myself if i didn’t tell you how i really feel”. tom looks down and pulls away from you. the guilt starts to settle in. “i understand if you want me to leave”. he balls his fists as he fights back tears. “or if you never want to see me again”. he couldn’t bare the thought of losing you. if he never got a chance with you, he could live with that. even if it meant never loving someone else. but if he lost you as a friend it would kill him. because losing you completely would be too much for him to handle.

“what about you?”. tom furrows his brows and questions if he heard you right. ‘what about me?’, he thinks. how selfless of you to be concerned about his feelings, especially after his confession. tom shakes his head. he didn’t want you to be concerned about him. he didn’t want you to have anything other than everything. and you did have everything, just not with him.

“no, no darling. don’t worry about me. i’m just an idiot that waited too long”, he says hurriedly. “i’ll be fine”, tom fakes a smile and you frown as a tear falls down his cheek. you reach to brush his messy curls from his forehead. his seeing him this way was breaking your heart. tom resists the urge to melt at your touch. “i just- i j-“ tom stutters and looks down. “just once, i had to tell you that i love you”. he shakes his head and bites his quivering lips.“but you don’t love me”. his voice is breathless and he looks down to try to compose himself. your hand slips from his hair to his cheek.

“i do love you”, you shake your head at his comment. tom laughs sadly, tears falling onto your dress. he would feel bad if this was any other situation. right now all he feels is pain.

“not in that way”, he whispers. not in the way i want you to.

tom turns towards the vanity, leaning against it as he prepares himself for your final answer. his breathing spikes back up, he’s crying again. you sit, frozen. everything had changed in just five minutes.

“how can i walk down the isle knowing all of this? will it be the right thing to do? is there a right thing to do?”. you’re questioning everything and you almost become consumed by your thoughts. “just please don’t marry him”, he pleads. he’s lost the ability to hold on any longer. tears run freely down his face. you know if you don’t do something soon he’ll have a full blown panic attack.

“look at me”, you coo. you place your hand on tom’s cheek, but he turns his head away from you. he doesn’t deserve for you to console him. he doesn’t even deserve to be here anymore. “tommy”, you call to him softly. he nearly melts. he lifts his eyes to meet yours. they’re red and puffy and are holding so many emotions behind them that you almost breakdown.

your rest your hand on his cheek again, he doesn’t pull away. instead, he leans into your touch. “please don’t”, he whispers. he’s tired of pleading. he’s tired of crying. he just wants to forget this day ever happened.

you think back to when you met your fiancée. you remember the lack of chemistry there was between you for the longest time. and how you would always compare your relationship with tom to your current one. no matter how long you dated, or who you dated, tom always knew you better. he knew you inside and out. you remember feeling weird whenever a new girl was around him, you didn’t want her to get close to him. you brushed it off as territorial since he was your best friend, but that wasn’t it. you never brought it up, but it bothered you whenever a girl would touch him, flirt with him… tom wasn’t interested in any of them, of course, he hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time.

the thought of someone else loving him made you feel weird. no one would make him as happy as you would. no one would know how to deal with him when he was angry, upset, discouraged… not like you would. no one would love him as hard as you would. and that’s what you were craving in a partner for so long without realizing it. you were craving tom.

“okay”, you agree.

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tears and trig

summary: Peter parker x reader where she isn’t good with math oriented subjects which makes her feel stupid compared to peter, which then leads to him reassuring her and helping her become more confident in herself.

warning: crying, fluff

A/N: tumblr deleted the original ask from my inbox when i was about to post. it was supposed to be for my sleepover (linked at the bottom), but i am changing it to a small fic due to the error. 

frustrated tears sting your eyes as you stare down at tonight’s homework. math, your worst subject (and the worst thing ever invented), was kicking your ass tonight. peter sat at his desk quickly scribbling down equations and marking his paper with the answers while you were scattering your class notes on the floor for a better visual. you could never remember the trig equations or what any of them represented. what was tangent? what was secant? why did you need to know so much information about a triangle? 

you were always a bit envious of peter’s intelligence. academics came easy to him, especially science and math. peter had offered to help you countless times, but your pride got in the way of admitting you needed a tutor. and even if you did eventually confess that you were struggling, you’d rather fail than let peter tutor you. he’s a genius and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at the thought of him thinking lesser of you. 

“what did you get for number eight?”, peter asks casually. your heart drops, there were only ten questions assigned and peter was nearly done. you feel your cheeks heat up in shame. 

“um, gimme a sec”, you respond. your eyes frantically scan your notes, desperately trying to make sense of them. peter hears the wavering in your voice and turns to see you quickly wiping away tears. he furrows his brows and joins you on the floor, a hand gently resting on your back. 

you cover your face as you let out a defeated sob. you couldn’t pretend to understand anymore. “don’t cry, pretty girl”. peter’s fingertips softly massage your scalp as he patiently waits for you to say what’s gotten you so worked up. 

“i don’t understand anything, peter”. it’s bittersweet, admitting this. on one hand, you’re scared that peter will laugh at you. he has stated many times how easy math was and he confirms his belief through his actions. he’s always the first person to turn in exams and frequently raises his hand during class, while you try your best to not get called on. on the other hand, you can put your pride to the side. not accepting help or going to office hours has really hurt your grades. at least now you can get back on track and hopefully bring your grades up. “i feel so stupid”. peter frowns. he didn’t like his girl talking so negatively about herself. 

“hey, hey”, he coos. “you’re not stupid. please don’t say that”. he had never thought of you as anything less than brilliant. okay, maybe math was not your best subject, but that didn’t equate to your intelligence. you constantly scored higher than him on english and history tests, which were peter’s two “weakest” subjects. he still had all A’s, but calculating and plugging numbers in was his strength. 

peter dips his head to place a kiss on the side of your head. “let’s figure it out together, yeah?”. you sniffle in an attempt to collect yourself. peter reassuringly gives your shoulders a squeeze. he brings your blank worksheet to the table before sitting in his desk chair and holding his arms out invitingly. you take a seat in his lap and he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“don’t worry, baby. you’ll be a math-wiz in no time” he promises. peter takes his pencil and quickly writes out the basics at the top of your paper. he takes his time explaining what each of them mean and how to calculate them. he even gives his own example problems with smaller numbers to work with just to get you started. and it’s working because now the equations are making sense to you and are no longer random letters and signs jumbled together.

“okay, baby, so what is the tangent equal to?”. peter has been so patient with you, finding different ways to ask you a question so the material sticks. and even though you’re confident that you understand the equations you can’t help but stutter as you answer him. 

“umm”, you say quietly. peter’s free hand rests on top of yours and his thumb lightly strokes the back of your hand. it keeps you calm and allows you to think clearly. after a few moments of silence peter speaks up. “it’s okay. do you want me to go over it again?”, he offers. his voice is soft, as if he’s promising that there will be no repercussions if you answer incorrectly. the selfless comment almost brings tears to your eyes.

“no, i’m just thinking”, you say quietly. you’re hesitant, but you write down the answer next to the example he had given you. you look to peter as he checks your work and he smiles proudly. 

“great job”, peter plants a kiss on your shoulder. “now let’s try the first question. this one has two extra steps, so we are going to break it down, okay?”. you nod and watch as peter writes out each separate equation for you so you don’t get overwhelmed. you chew the inside of your cheek as your pencil connects with the worksheet, littering the paper with your handwriting. in a few moments you have an answer and you grab peter’s calculator confirms your answer. when you’re done peter carefully double checks your work for any mistakes. when he glances at the calculator to see the answers match he beams up at you. 

“okay, now try this next one by yourself”. this time peter doesn’t help you by separating the equations. the problem used bigger numbers and required an extra calculation, something you hadn’t practiced yet. peter could sense that you were getting a bit nervous. “you got this”, he says comfortingly. you nod. it took you a minute to solve the problem and you had messed up halfway through but you quickly recovered before it got too far. peter lets out a low hum in approval at this. “good girl”, he says encouragingly. he softly pats your thigh, silently cheering you on as to not break your concentration. you smile and blush from his praise. 

you circle your answer as you finish the question. your eyes crinkle at the sides as you smile happily to yourself. “math is fun when you understand it”, you say. peter agrees. you both sit in silence for a few minutes, completing the rest of your worksheets. your confidence grew with each correct answer. peter glances over a few times to see if you got stuck, but to no surprise you were flying through the rest of the assignment, calculating equations expertly. he knew you were smart, he always did. he was so proud of you for accepting his help and even more proud that you caught on so quickly. he knew he would be a good tutor. 

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tom holland x reader where she's really tired and stressed from uni and comes home and has an anxiety attack and cries so tom comforts her and pampers her until she eventually falls asleep sitting in his lap and her head tucked in the crook of his neck and lots of fluff and forehead kisses

y/n has had quite possibly the worst, most stressful week of her life. homework, projects, exams, presentations… it’s too much for her to handle at one time. she has barely had time to eat the last few days due to her overwhelming amount of assignments. her brain is fried, she’s desperate for a break. she can’t remember the last time she ate a nice meal and actually felt full. or taking time to wash her hair. it seems like the last few weeks have been work, work, work.

“maybe you should take a break, darling”. It’s past eight p.m. when tom comes into the room. he sees y/n hunched over at her desk frantically typing notes and scribbling calculations. he sighs, knowing she hasn’t stopped to eat or to hydrate herself. she groans out of frustration proving that she needs a well-deserved break.

the room is quiet for a while. the only noises that can be heard are her fingers lightly tapping at the keyboard. “darling”. tom walks over to her, now standing next to her. from here he can see the dark circles under her eyes, her uncomfortably hunched back, her dry lips.

she shakes her head, only now acknowledging his presence. “i can’t”, is all she says, not stopping her typing. tom sighs. he hates how stressed she has been lately and he hates even more how useless he feels that he can’t help her. tom’s eyes scan the dozens of sprawled out papers of formulas she has written over the last few hours. he notices how each piece of paper seems to become sloppier, a sign that her hand got tired, fast. y/n proves it by wincing as she rubs the muscle under her thumb. it’s swollen and red and tom frowns as he reaches for her hands.

“you need a break, come”, he says softly. y/n frantically shakes her head, still looking at her computer.

she protests at his requests. “no, i can’t stop. i need to finish”, her voice only comes out as a whisper. she tries to free her hands from his grasp but he tightens his hold. this makes her snap her eyes to him. not out of anger, out of fear. she’s scared she’s not going to finish her assignments on time. she’s scared that if she allows herself to rest she’ll have more work to do tomorrow. “no, no, no”. y/n is begging, pleading now. it hurts tom to see her like this, which is why his hold on her doesn’t let up.

“you need to eat, please”. tom’s voice is soft compared to hers. y/n’s voice is cracking as the anxiety builds up inside of her. she crying. tears are running down her face as she gasps to catch her breath. her hands are shaking and she starts to sweat, telltale signs that her anxiety is getting the best of her. “c’mere”, he says softly. tom softly wraps his arms around her waist as she cries into him. as much as it hurt to cry, it felt good to feel something, she has been on autopilot the past few weeks.

“tom”, she squeaks out between cries. her arms wrap around his shoulders as she’s picked up and brought over to the bed. tom sits with his back against the headboard, her straddling him as she continues to cry.

“my sweet girl”, he coos. tom hates to see his love this way. one hand strokes her hair, while the other softly rubs her back, a motion that brings her comfort. “you’ve been working so hard, my darling. you need to prioritize your rest”. he’s right, she knows he is. she has been letting her work get the best of her, lately. it’s just so much easier said than done. she tries to explain herself to him, but it comes out broken between her whimpering. “it’s okay, love. i’m not mad. i just don’t like seeing you so worked up”. her cries have died down and are only soft gasps as she regains control of herself. “let me take care of you tonight, please?”. his lips softly press against her temple, forehead, eyelids… anywhere he could reach. y/n nods and wipes her eyes softly.

he smiles softly before going to run y/n a bath. tom sits on the edge of the tub and helps wash her hair and scrub the tricky spots she can’t reach. he even helps detangle her hair and puts them into two braids. they weren’t the best looking, but it looked a lot better than what she had done with it recently.

tom gives her a shirt and pair of boxers to sleep in before heating up some leftovers for her to enjoy. she’s quiet as she gratefully chews the meat and potatoes dish. as she eats, tom saves her documents and softly closes her laptop. she had done enough work tonight. her loose papers are neatly stacked on top of the desk and y/n smiles at him sleepily at her caring boyfriend. she doesn’t have enough energy to speak, so she just watches as he picks up the broken pieces of her.

“all done?”, he asks. tom places the empty dish on the bedside table and brings his sleepy girl into his lap. the pair stay in silence for a while, just syncing up their breathing and appreciating each other. tom’s hand rubbing her back makes her eyelids heavy and she’s rests her head into him. tom let’s out a small sigh in relief, happy that he could finally help her. “is my girl feeling better?”, he softly asks. y/n smiles in the crook of his neck and weakly nods.

“thank you tommy”, she says quietly.

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“what can i do to make you feel better?”, peter asks softly. his hand is rubbing slow circles on your lower back in an attempt to soothe your pain. your arms tighten around your waist and you wince as another bad cramp courses through you.

“kill me”, you mutter out. peter lightly laughs. you groan as the pain passes. you can’t even point out what hurts more; your stomach, your boobs, your head… too many things all at once. peter grabs the glass of water by the nightstand and hands you another advil.

“i’m sorry, baby. maybe this will help”. it’s sweet that he’s trying to find a solution to your seemingly endless problem. you sit up for a moment as you down the pill. peter makes sure you’ve swallowed it before putting the glass back. his brows furrow as he he looks at your stomach. “bug, where’s your heating pad?”. you groan, it broke the last time you used it and you haven’t gotten the chance to buy a new one yet. peter hums, already knowing what you’re about to say. he wracks his brain for alternative solutions.

“want a tummy rub?”, he innocently offers. you smile at him, thinking he mentioned it out of pity. peter lifts your shirt a bit more, exposing your bloated stomach. you whine, thinking the worst of yourself, but he softly shushes you before bringing his hand to your skin. he’s surprisingly warm and you immediately feel at ease.

peter goes slow, rubbing circles into your skin as his voice lulls you to sleep. your eyes grow heavy and you let out a sigh, not feeling any pain. peter doesn’t notice this effects you so quickly. when you don’t respond to his question he looks over at you, surprised to see you knocked out. peter doesn’t stop though. if this is what it took for your pain to go away, he wants to make sure it doesn’t come back. so he continues, rubbing circle after circle until he eventually falls asleep too.

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without a word xxiv

summary: y/n let’s peter know exactly how she feels about him. while peter is on a high he almost get consumed by negative thoughts.

warning: fluff/ angst

A/N: hi my loves. finally, i uploaded the next chapter of this fic. this series has been my most supported by far and i just want to thank everyone for reaching out. you can all fight me for not uploading for almost 2 years. i wouldn’t blame you. thank you if you’re still supporting me<3

“baby”. y/n and peter had spent the entire day in bed holding each other, loving each other, kissing each other… lots and lots of kissing. but could anyone blame them? they had experienced a rough month. they had unofficially “broken up”, if that was even an accurate description. neither of them were sure. what they did know is they never wanted to go through something like that again.

“angel”. it was so nice to kiss peter again. his lips were so soft and she loved feeling them curl up at the sides when he was smiling. y/n missed how he held her, cradled her, as they shared the intimate moment. and right now, peter was holding her like a precious gem as he kissed her sweetly. his hands were on her cheeks, hips, thighs, in her hair… anywhere…everywhere. he leaned in closer every time she was about to pull away, bringing her back in by placing his hand on the back of her head.

“peter”. he loves hearing her say his name. after a few weeks of not hearing her sweet voice, anything she said sounded like his favorite song. he’s getting hot, but he can’t stop kissing her. he never wants to stop, even if his lungs are burning.

y/n starts giggling. “wait”, she smiles at peter’s eagerness. peter lets out a little noise in disapproval. her hand brushes his long (now messy) curls from his forehead. y/n takes a moment to admire him. peter’s cheeks were red, lips swollen, eyes hooded as he smiled at her. “someone’s enjoying themselves”, y/n teases. peter hums deeply. “i missed you so much”, she whispers. her days home were dreadful, especially since her parents were still fighting every night. she missed his comfort, his silence, his peace in the time when her life was surrounded by chaos at the moment. peter’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. he reached up to grab her hand, placing soft kisses against the back of it. y/n sighs and rests her forehead again his. “thank you for forgiving me”, she whispers sincerely.

peter closes his eyes and rubs his thumb against the back of her hand. of course he forgave her. he was going insane without her, it was only a matter of time before he would break down and show up at her door.

“you mean so much to me, peach”. peter’s heart flutters. there’s his special name again. the first one she gave him. the one he cherished the most. peter sighs happily and rolls on top of her, kissing her deeply again and showing her just how much she means to him.

the pair were inseparable after that. she’d come over every day after school. sometimes he would come over if her parents weren’t home. most days out of the week they would spend the night with each other. 90% of their days were spent making out, the other portion full of watching movies together or having deep conversations. maybe it’s puppy love, but they had been more infatuated with each other than ever.

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“don’t go. stay one more night”, peter pleads. y/n had a small family trip over spring break. nothing too far, but she wasn’t going to be home for a few days. which meant peter would be “alone” for the first time in weeks. fortunately, he had already made plans to hang out with ned and mj.

“i can’t, lovely. i still have to pack before i leave”. y/n was already standing in the hallway saying her goodbye while peter pushed her to stay one last time. “the second i’m back i’ll come see you”, she promises. peter sticks his bottom lip out slightly. she coos at him and places her hand on his cheek. “okay, precious?”, she asks. y/n copies peter’s pouty lip. he frowns and buries his face in her neck, pulling her into a tight hug. she wouldn’t be gone for long, but waiting for her to come back will feel like an eternity. “i’ll be back before you know it”. peter sighs, squeezing her tight one last time before pulling back to look down at her. she rests her chin on his chest, looking up at him. peter smoothes her hair back into her hairline.

“i’ll miss you”. y/n smiles, she’ll miss him too. y/n gazes at peter for a moment. she tries to memorize every feature of his perfect face. his long eyelashes, fading freckles, grown out hair…how is he so beautiful? so perfect without trying. peter blushes under her gaze.

y/n stares at peter for a moment. there are so many things wrong in her life and recently things started looking up. her family vacation, their patched-up relationship… everything and everyone that was important to her was safe and healthy and happy. she couldn’t have felt more secure. peter furrows his brows as if to ask what she’s thinking about. he can see the gears turning in her head. “i love you, peter”. there was no wavering in her voice as she said it. she was so sure of her feelings. it was almost as if it was a promise. peter smiled wide and cupped her cheeks as he kissed her. he could feel her lips curl as she smiled. peter felt like the happiest boy in the world. he felt like electricity was running through his body. he felt like everything was right in the world. and he poured all of these emotions in their kiss.

y/n giggled and walked towards the door. “i’ll see you soon, honey”. she had to leave. it wasn’t fair. he didn’t want her to go.

it’s just a week, peter. you can go a week without seeing her. right?

peter’s cheeks hurt from smiling. he’s so happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he hasn’t felt this happy since their new year’s kiss. their first kiss. life is good.

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peter, ned and mj were having dinner at ned’s place tonight, with the plan of watching a movie after they ate. ned offered since he had the largest dvd collection of out the bunch. his grandmother had made a large pan of meatloaf and potatoes for the boys, and a vegetarian option for mj. the group enjoyed their meal in silence, using their hands to do the talking for them. ned and mj had enrolled in a sign language course this semester and was doing their best to communicate better with their quiet friend. peter appreciated the effort. he wasn’t sure when would be the next time he spoke.

“so, any plans for the future?”, ned asks. peter tilts his head at the question. he’s not sure how to answer that. “i mean, what are you gonna do when you go off to college?”, ned asks hesitantly. peter furrows his brows. he had never thought about that. it was still so far away.

in a little over a year he would be graduating, working towards his career in…he’s not too sure yet. he had never had a normal life, so he didn’t really have time to think about his future. grieving multiple deaths at such a young age gave peter a “short-sighted” view of the world.

peter knew he wanted to help people, but he didn’t like the idea of going to med-school. he was always the top of his class when it came to science and math, and he always thought it would be cool to work closely with law enforcement. maybe he could be peter parker, fbi agent.

peter shrugs. “what about you and y/n?”. why was ned asking so many questions?

“what about us?”, he signs slowly. peter doesn’t like where this conversation is headed. he just got his girl back, he didn’t want her to be ripped away from him again.

did y/n say something to ned?

“well, college is a long time from now, but it’s not that far away. what are you guys gonna do? will you stay together?”. ned was pressing a little too hard. it’s nice that he cared for his friend, but it gave peter doubts that he never had before.

will we stay together?

mj glares at ned. it was obvious that his words are affecting peter. “what he means to say is that we care about you. and we want to make sure you’re okay”. her voice calms peter down a bit, but not enough. “and as much as i hate to admit it, even i wouldn’t want to see you two break up”. peter doesn’t respond, just stares at his half eaten meatloaf as doubt consumes him. peter had never thought about what would happen if they decided to go to different schools. he hopes they would stay together.

what if she doesn’t want to?

suddenly, peter isn’t in the mood to eat anymore. as much as he loves meatloaf, he didn’t think his stomach was strong enough to continue eating. he had lost his appetite.

thankfully, ned had dropped the topic and spoke to mj about… peter doesn’t know, actually. he had tuned them out and if the pair were trying to get his attention he wouldn’t be able to tell. he couldn’t hear anything, anymore. he felt anxious and sad and empty all at the same time. it was a terrible feeling. he knows he won’t be able to shake it for a while.

peter isn’t sure how, but he ends up sitting in front of the tv in ned’s room. the screen is white and makes a quiet static noise. the only other sounds that can be heard from the room are mj and ned’s soft snores. “did the movie finish already?” peter doesn’t even remember how he got to the room. his wet curls are dampening the top of his pajama shirt. peter looks down and tugs on the fabric, almost like he is seeing it for the first time. “when did i shower?”, peter thinks. this happens sometimes. he feels so low that his body functions on autopilot just so he can keep surviving. there are always such huge gaps in his memory at times like this. he hates when this happens.

peter checks the time on the cable box- 3:03am. he’s been out of it for a while. even though he had been on autopilot for the last few hours, he still feels exhausted. peter unlocks his phone, and for whatever reason he did he can’t remember anymore because he is staring fondly at his home screen. it’s a picture of his love, his pretty girl. he sighs. this week was dragging on, and peter was sick of it. he wanted her home already. just then, a text pops up. it’s from her.

“sleep well, baby. i’ll be home soon <3”.

the message brings a smile to his face. of course she knows exactly what to say to make him feel better. she always knows what to say. it’s almost like she can sense that he’s going absolutely insane without her. it had only been a few days since she left for vacation, but peter wanted her back more than ever. peter sighs, letting his tense shoulders drop. he finally is able to relax, letting his body sink into the large air mattress.

there was so much on his mind. so much he wanted to talk about. he decided against telling her about what happened at dinner. he had so much to tell her, ask her. but all that could wait. it would be best to have this conversation in person. peter definitely couldn’t handle another intense talk tonight. right now he just needed some sleep.

<<chapter 23

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hi love!! Angst prompt with Peter ❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜ where after everything that’s happened Peter has become cold and emotionless, and reader tries everything to make him happy but one day he snaps at reader and realises what he’s done??

he’s lost so much at his age. usually kids have decades with their parents to make memories that will last a lifetime. but not peter. everyone has been taken away from him. his parents, ben, tony, may, ned, mj… everyone he loved and cared about, gone. all he could feel was grief.

he would go to peter pan’s donut shop just to sit and watch as his friends lived their day to day lives without him. he always ordered a small coffee and would linger in the shop until his drink was too cold to enjoy. peter thought it would make him feel better to at least see his friends, or maybe talk to mj for a few moments while he ordered. but she caught on to his daily routine and started having his small coffee ready for him before he could have the chance to talk to her, cutting out the need for conversation. then he’d walk home with his head hanging low and his heart tearing to pieces all over again. as much as peter loved seeing his friends, he still felt empty in their presence. and it became too much to bear, so he stopped going.

the loss was affecting every aspect of his life, especially school. his locker had been assigned to someone else. another student sat in his usual seat, making him resort to one at the back of the class. even flash stopped bothering him. perhaps there was a plus side to this curse. he sat alone at the lunch table, if he even made it to lunch. he’d usually find an empty classroom and wait until the period ended before heading to his next class.

he broke down one day. a teacher heard him sobbing as she walked by the empty room he was finding refuge in. peter didn’t bother to try and suppress his emotions, not even when he had been caught. he was grateful that he was sent to the guidance counselor, where he cried until he couldn’t anymore. the school offered to call someone for him, which made him feel like a kid again, waiting for his aunt to pick him when he felt sick. out of habit he started reciting may’s number, but gave up halfway through. peter wiped his eyes and thanked the counselor for the much needed therapy before walking out. he dropped out that day.

if peter was honest he didn’t have a plan. he was an orphan now, and had lost access to may’s apartment after she died. he had no money, but luckily section 8 was covering the rent for his new place and gave him food stamps. he had no desire to go to MIT anymore. he didn’t want to bump into ned and mj at school and pretend it was the first time they were meeting. he couldn’t act as if they didn’t have years of memories together. he didn’t even patrol anymore. his other life was the reason he lost everything in the first place.

as the weeks went by he couldn’t feel anything anymore. no heartache, no grief, no pain. how could he be sad that he lost his loved ones when they never knew he existed?

through it all he almost forgot that he had a girlfriend. one that was still around, still remembered him and loved him. but she wasn’t enough, no matter how much peter wanted her to be. when they weren’t together she would call and text throughout the day to check on him, but peter could never bring himself to respond. she lost track of how many times her messages went unanswered. on the days she didn’t work she would stay with peter and help as much as she could. his apartment could never stay clean, despite his lack of energy to get out of bed most days, so she would tidy the place up and cook for him often. peter didn’t ask her to clean up his mess for him, but she didn’t mind. she knew he needed the help. it was a routine for her now; come over, clean, cook and lay with him until it was time to retreat back to her place. peter felt selfish that he was so useless his girlfriend had to take care of him. he was grateful, nonetheless. he appreciated her efforts to cheer him up, but nothing could make up for what he had lost. y/n allowed peter some time to feel his losses, but she was determined to get him back on his feet.

she successfully got him out of the small apartment and into the real world. he was hit with a cold gust of wind and it woke him up. he felt like he had been sleeping, functioning on autopilot for the last…he wasn’t sure how long. she didn’t want to push him too hard so they just walked around the block a few times. christmas was coming in two weeks. decorations were displayed on every window and peter took his time looking at every one of them. for a moment everything felt normal. it was nice to go outside. with her small victory y/n decided to push a bit more, getting peter to start cooking and cleaning for himself again. it’s the small things that matter.

peter started saying “i love you” again. he never lost his feelings for her, he was just too clouded in his own despair to feel anything else.

today was a particularly hard day for him. it was a few days before christmas and he had no family to spend in with. he had her of course, but without may the holiday felt pointless.

“let’s go see the tree tonight”, she offers. it was one of peter’s favorite parts about the holiday season. the whole idea was kind of ridiculous- freezing his ass off to look at a tree… there was something charming about it, though.

peter shakes his head. “i don’t know. i’m not really feeling up to it right now”, he admits. like every day for the last few weeks all he wanted to do was lay in bed.

y/n sits up on the bed and faces him, “oh come on, you love going to see the tree! we can even get hot chocolate on the way to keep us warm”. she knows it will be good for him get out of the apartment again, especially to see the tree she knows he loves so much.

peter glances at her. “i said i don’t want to”, he deadpans. y/n reaches for his hand, but peter twists it out of her hold. he just wanted to be left alone.

“peter”, her voice is soft, she’s hurt. he ignores her, getting up and walking aimlessly into his small kitchen. y/n is slow to get up, but she follows him. “did i do something?”, she asks hesitantly. peter sucks his teeth and curses under his breath.

“can you just get away from me?”. his blood is boiling and he doesn’t have enough self control to realize he’s being irrational. she stops in her tracks, not wanting to upset him further by getting too close.

“whatever i did, i’m sorry”. her voice is quiet, she’s almost afraid of him. “we don’t have to go. i offered because i just want to see you smile again”, she sighs defeatedly. y/n knew it would take some time for him to adjust to his new life, but she didn’t realize just how empty he had been feeling despite her efforts to help.

peter lets out a laugh, the first one he’s had in a long time. it’s a ridiculous request. “what the fuck do i have to smile about?”. she flinches at his harsh tone. peter has never cursed directly at her before. if they ever got into an argument he would always cautious to treat her with respect, no matter the circumstance.

“please don’t raise your voice at me”. her bottom lip wobbles. “i want you to be okay”, she whispers.

peter furrows his brows. “be okay? how can i possibly be okay?”. the boy is yelling now, with no regard for how loud he’s being. y/n can’t help but fear what the neighbors might think. “can’t you see how shitty my life is?!”. the veins along his arms protrude as he squeezes his fists. peter isn't much of a screamer, voice already strained.

she cries. “i’m just trying to help”. everything she had done for him was out of love. he needs someone to show him he hasn't been forgotten. peter's just too stubborn to realize it.

“what could you possibly help me with? bringing back my dead parents? how about tony? may?”. peter doesn’t let up, even as y/n begins to beg for him to lower his voice. “why don’t you tell my best friends that i had a wizard cast a magical spell to make everyone forget about me!?”. she cowers back. she couldn’t believe what was happening.

surely peter was going to come to his senses. he didn’t really mean to take this out on her, right?

peter takes a deep breath and runs his hand over his face. for a few moments it’s quiet. peter’s chest rises and falls quickly from his adrenaline. he fills a glass with water and gulps down most of it to soothe the burning sensation in his throat. y/n is relieved peter had stopped yelling. she didn’t know how much more she could take.

“you know what? why don’t you do me a favor…”, peter starts. it gives her chills at how calm he is compared to a few moments ago. he sets the glass on the counter before speaking again. “get the hell out and forget about me. just like everyone else”. his tone is cold and it pierces through her harder than his previous one.

y/n can’t begin to fathom what peter is thinking. her only intention is to make peter feel whole again. she knows it won’t be an easy journey, but it’s one she is willing to take with him. y/n knows peter has tried his best to move on with his life and she’s proud of him for being so strong. she’ll wait forever if that’s how long it takes. and although it breaks her heart to hear peter’s demand, she doesn’t fight him. if he needs to push her away in order to find himself then she’ll let him. she can’t blame him. there’s no right way to heal.

“if that’s what you want”, she whispers. tears slip past her cheeks as she silently starts to collect her belongings. if he wants her to truly feel like he doesn’t exist she needs to make sure there isn’t a trace of her left behind.

peter grips the edge of the counter. it was so odd to suddenly feel so angry after weeks of feeling nothing. he should feel guilt and shame, but all he feels is rage. he doesn’t stop her when she puts her coat on and even averts his gaze as she walks by him. y/n bites the inside of her cheek to suppress a sob as turns the bronze handle. she steps out into the hallway, resisting the urge to look at him one last time. she wants to say she loves him, but even that is too painful.

before she can fully close the door, peter grips the half empty glass of water and throws it against the wall. the force shatters the glass into thousands of microscopic pieces. her instincts almost make her run back into the apartment, but she stands in the hallway. frozen. unable to do anything except replay his verbal assault in her head.

she doesn’t know what this means for them. y/n has hope that he still loves her and that he was just saying things out of anger, not genuinely meaning his request to forget about him. still, she didn’t deserve it. she understands he’s in pain, but it will take a lot of apologizing for her to forgive him. she won’t be able to for a while. peter isn’t okay and she has to distance herself from his destructive behavior. so that’s what she does.

peter can’t even bring himself to cry. he doesn’t have the energy to scream or break everything in sight, no matter how much his brain is begging for him to. he wants to feel something, anything…but he can’t. peter didn’t mean a word he said to her. she was the only person he had left and he had blamed her for all of the shitty things that had happened in his life. it wasn’t fair. but he needs to figure things out so he can be a better person. he needs to feel. peter sinks down against the door, letting the weight of his actions sink in. now he had truly lost everyone.

he was alone.

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Beach date w Peter parker??? xx

“babe, can you get my back please?”. you were laying on the large beach towel under the blazing july sun. the ocean made the air feel a bit cooler, but it didn’t help the burning sensation.

when he doesn’t answer, you lay on your side to see peter trying to open the umbrella he insisted on bringing. it’s ridiculously large, but offers nice shade. when peter manages to fix the umbrella without it shutting on him, again, he smiles in satisfaction and turns to look at you. he has a bucket hat on to protect his face from burning, as well as a cliche line of sunscreen on his nose. “what?”, he asks. you smile at your clumsy boyfriend.

“can you put sunscreen on my back please?”, you ask again. he nods and rummages through the large beach bag. you lay back down, head resting on your arms as you wait for him. after peter finds the sunscreen he straddles you and starts to apply the cream. you sigh as it instantly cools you off.

peter takes his time applying sunscreen, not wanting to risk you getting a bad sunburn. “you look very nice today”, he says, starting to lightly massage you. you moan in appreciation as you thank him.

the two of you have never had a beach day, and it was off to a great start. you both enjoyed lots of sandwiches, drinks and snacks that were packed away in your cooler, as you planned to be out all day.

peter couldn’t keep his hands off of you. it started out innocent, just holding your cheek as he kissed you, then escalated to his hands roaming down towards your bottom. you let out a squeal as he squeezes you, luckily there were not many people around you.

“so handsy today”, you blush. peter bites his lip to hide an embarrassed smile. he loves touching you, of course, but he has a more selfish reason for doing it right now. you pick up on his look. “what’s wrong?”.

“i don’t like how those guys have been looking at you”, he says quietly. he glances behind you and you follow his gaze to see a small group of boys looking directly at you. one of them calls you over, another waves at you, most of them just keep staring. you look back at peter to see him pouting.

“aw, baby”, you copy his pout and stroke his chin. it makes you sad that your peter feels inferior and embarrassed by those boys. you hope he knows he has nothing to worry about, no one is more perfect than your peter. that’s when you get an idea.

peter hums in confusion as you straddle him. his arms hesitantly wrap around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. “let’s give them something to look at”, you say cheekily. your lips are on his before he can think. he hums into you and his hands explore your back while your hands tangle in his curls. you can feel peter’s insecurities wash away with each kiss and all that’s left is your peter. he groans as he brings you closer to him. the kiss is so passionate that you have to force yourself to stop before things become too heated. both of you are panting and you giggle as you rest your forehead on his. you watch as he smiles to himself, eyes closed as he catches his breath. freckles have already started to appear on his nose and cheeks. his long curls cover his forehead and you brush them away from his face to admire him more.

“feeling better?”, you ask cockily. peter hums, of course he does. he feels a lot of things at the moment. he opens his eyes to look behind you. peter sighs in relief, “yeah, much better”.

you follow him and sure enough, the group of boys were gone and all that was left for you to do was enjoy your beach day.

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Could you do a headcanon (Tom Holland x reader) where the reader is on her period and is in a lot of pain bc of cramps and he’s there to take care of her and just…idk I need FLUFFFF

tom pouting at you as you lay around all week

giving you a scalp massage since your head was hurting

feeling bad because he can’t relate to the pain, but wants to make sure he takes care of you

fetching you some necessities: water, body pillow, pain killers

if he has to work he’ll call you every chance he gets to make sure you’re okay

wrapping up shooting as fast as he can so he can pamper you when he gets home

“i’m here now, darling. what do you need?”

giving you plenty of kisses to make up for leaving you

“want me to run you a bath?”

spooning you because you’re in too much pain to leave fetus position

whimpering at the intense cramps

tom resting his warm hands on your stomach and rubbing the skin in soft circles

lots of apologies from tom

when you’re feeling better tom gives you a gentle back massage

he uses warm oil to soothe your lower back

falling asleep after tom takes care of you

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request: Hii, you're the best writer for Peter Parker ever. Could you write something about Peter where notices that the reader constantly wants to stay close to him and hides behind him and clings to his arm because she only feels safe when he is touching her, and maybe she panics when a teacher doesn't want them to hold hands in class?? (plot occurs after NWH)

thank you bb <3. i hope you enjoy!

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life had been brutal after peter had been exposed by the media. of course no one remembers it, except for her and peter. and for some reason she feels like she can only trust him, because of the big secret they’re sharing. and it makes her more clingy with peter. he doesn’t mind though. he likes the attention. and technically, she’s the only person who truly knows about his existence.

peter has noticed how she cowers into him as they walk on the busy streets. she whimpers as bodies push past them, scared that they will be separated by the sea of people. he always lets her cling to his arm as tightly as she needs. it comforts both of them. she can’t bear to be more than a few feet away from him. she’s scared that if she lets him out of her sight for even a moment he’ll be gone.

the pair are walking through the busy midtown high hallways, hand in hand as they talk about their next spanish test. as she’s talking peter can’t help but feel a tingle on the back of his neck. he quickly lets go of her hand and moves aside before a group of jocks and cheerleaders come barreling down the hall between them. the football team was pretty good this year, making it all the way to the championship game which was this weekend. they’re excited about the pep rally happening this afternoon, getting the rest of the students in the hallway riled up, too.

y/n’s eyes widen as she realizes they’ve been separated .“peter?” she calls out for him. he’s not at her side or behind her and she’s getting nervous because people are continuing to push and shove their way past her. she calls his name again, louder this time, though she’s drowned out by all the noise. while everyone is busy celebrating, y/n is frantically looking in all directions for peter. she’s balancing on the balls of her feet, craning her neck to try to catch a glimpse of peter’s curls. no luck.

“peter?” she says weakly. her eyes are filled with tears. it’s a few more moments of her desperately trying to search for him over the other students when she feels someone pulling her. she gasps and is about to scream in terror until she feels herself being brought into a strong chest. peter had taken them away from the crowd and into a much more quiet hallway. she sighs, instantly melting into peter’s warm touch.

“it’s okay, i got you”. he sounded just as scared as her. y/n sniffles and peter allows her to softly cry into his chest for a few moments. she felt small, fragile as she hugged him back. when she calms down peter wipes her cheeks with his sleeve and gives her forehead a kiss. he smiles sweetly at her and holds her hand in his. “come. we’re gonna be late” he encourages her softly.

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the two held hands for the rest of the day. almost making it through every period without being scolded by anybody. (sure, teachers and students gave them weird looks as they pushed their desks together so they could hold hands more comfortably, but neither of them cared. they were in their own little world.) until chemistry class came along.

truth be told, peter wasn’t paying attention to the lecture. chemistry was one of his best subjects. it wouldn’t hurt him to tune it out, sometimes. which is exactly what he was doing.

y/n and peter’s hands rested on the long, black lab table. peter was rubbing his thumb against the back of hers as the teacher was lecturing. he occasionally left little kisses on the back of her hand and it made her smile. it was a sweet gesture and it was soothing her worries.

until their teacher spoke up.

“i’d appreciate it if you two saved the pda for outside of class”. one by one, everyone turned their heads towards the back of the room to stare at them. peter blushed in embarrassment.

y/n looks over her shoulder at him, frightened.

it was very mild pda, but peter didn’t want to argue with authority. that would end up with him getting detention. obediently, he gives y/n’s hand a squeeze and slowly releases his grip, his own hands falling into his lap. he can feel her hand shaking as he lets go, but he can’t double back. the teacher nods in appreciation and slowly goes over the notes written on the board.

peter can sense her anxiety. her leg is bouncing up and down quickly under the table. she can’t help it. it’s killing him to not be able to soothe her in the best way he knows how. he wanted to take her out of class and just sit with her in his apartment until she felt better. but he couldn’t do that right now. so instead, peter slowly inches his hand closer to her leg and rests his palm over her knee, halting her nervous habit.

“i’m right here”

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ahhh we missed you!! pls write a peter parker x reader where he has to ditch you on prom night for a mission and after you’re mad at him but he makes it up to you and it’s all fluffy and romantic??

peter felt terrible for leaving you so quickly during prom

you were left alone to watch all the happy couples share a dance and it brought tears to your eyes

you knew peter’s secret and of course you understood that he had to go save the city, but it just sucked that it had to be on a night you had been waiting for your whole life

peter tried to complete the mission as fast as possible so he could get back before prom ended, but entered an empty venue

crying as you walked alone back to your apartment

ignoring peter for the next week, even after he apologized

not answering his texts or calls when he tries begs for your forgiveness

peter planning a “post” prom, with just you, peter and your closest friends

showing up to your door saturday night in his best suit and a big bouquet of flowers

“i’m the worst boyfriend ever. please let me make it up to you”

changing into your prom dress, as instructed by your boyfriend

walking with peter to a secret location that he refused to tell you about when you asked

peter turning to you with a serious look on his face

“i’m an asshole for ruining the one and only prom we will ever have. i hope after tonight you can at least forgive me enough to talk to me. i miss you”

leading you inside the school gym

everyone you grew up with greeting you

flash dj’ing

enjoying your night as you laugh with your large group of friends

peter placing a hand on your back when a slow song comes on

dancing with peter in the center of the gym

“i know this isn’t the real thing, but i’m happy we at least got to have our dance”

“you look beautiful, by the way”

kissing peter, signaling you forgive him

pulling away when all your friends start to whistle at you

peter winning your love and trust back

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