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loverofthefiction · 3 years

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loverofthefiction · 4 years

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novels

summary: the reader helps peter with his battle wounds in more ways than one.

peter parker x reader, based on the song novels by rusty clanton

warnings: talk of wounds/cuts/blood

wc: 696

a/n: hi… sorry for being gone for so long, i wrote this more for myself than anyone else. things are changing and they’re changing fast so i wrote for the first time in over a year as a way to comfort myself. this song is my favorite of all time so i know this story will hold a special place in my heart forever. anyway, hope you enjoy. <3

peter stumbled towards your balcony on a rainy fall night, or early morning depending on how you looked at it.

his lip was busted under his mask and there wasn’t a thing on his body that wasn’t throbbing in pain.

you had offered to patch him up whenever he needed it, and right now, he really needed it.

he tapped on your window only twice, his arm holding his body weight against the railing of the fire escape platform, before you unlocked the window.

your eyes grew in concern immediately and you helped him inside, a small smile that hurt the cut on his left eye grew.

neither of you had to say a word to each other, you sat him at the foot of your bed before you rushed to your bathroom for the first aid kit.

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loverofthefiction · 4 years

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novels

summary: the reader helps peter with his battle wounds in more ways than one.

peter parker x reader, based on the song novels by rusty clanton

warnings: talk of wounds/cuts/blood

wc: 696

a/n: hi... sorry for being gone for so long, i wrote this more for myself than anyone else. things are changing and they’re changing fast so i wrote for the first time in over a year as a way to comfort myself. this song is my favorite of all time so i know this story will hold a special place in my heart forever. anyway, hope you enjoy. <3

peter stumbled towards your balcony on a rainy fall night, or early morning depending on how you looked at it.

his lip was busted under his mask and there wasn’t a thing on his body that wasn’t throbbing in pain.

you had offered to patch him up whenever he needed it, and right now, he really needed it.

he tapped on your window only twice, his arm holding his body weight against the railing of the fire escape platform, before you unlocked the window.

your eyes grew in concern immediately and you helped him inside, a small smile that hurt the cut on his left eye grew.

neither of you had to say a word to each other, you sat him at the foot of your bed before you rushed to your bathroom for the first aid kit.

his eyes followed you the whole time, not really believing in just how lucky he was to have a friend like you.

a friend.

just a friend, he had to remind himself. nothing else.

“what hurts?” you whispered while helping him out of the bloodied suit.

“oh you know… everything,” he chuckled dryly before coughing from the effort.

your brow was furrowed while you attended to the cuts and bruises that decorated miles of skin.

your hands were delicate, cupping his cheek whenever you found a wound that you knew hurt him badly (though he would never show it) and you pulled away anytime he would wince at the alcohol you poured over the broken skin.

your face looked younger tonight. soft and familiar, something he could stare at forever.

you would glance at him every once in a while to check on how he was doing, your eyes seeming more fragile than how he felt at the moment.

he looked so broken and small, sitting with a slumped posture on a queen sized bed.

“i think I got them all,” you began to collect the bloodied gauze and cotton from their places on the floor in front of him.

“thank--”

“hush, peter,” you smiled. “i want you to be okay.”

he began to stand up carefully and you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“home.”

“no way, you’re staying the night.” you headed to your dresser and pulled out a t-shirt he had accidentally left there months before, which he never missed because he knew you’d wear it to bed. you helped him raise his arms so you could slip it onto him.

you situated yourself beside him under your covers and he immediately moved his head onto your chest. your legs intertwined and you both breathed out a sigh of comfort.

it felt so natural. so free.

he hoped you couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating while you played with the curls on his head.

it was quiet for what seemed like hours. it felt different from the other times you had slept in the same bed together.

he was glad you had stayed by his side. not just this night but any other night. you were always there.

he seemed to have been writing and rewriting novels in his head about what he wanted to tell you when the morning came. and the morning will come and he knew he wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage to show you the pages.

no matter how many times any of the people who knew he was a hero had told him to not be stuck in old days, there was something that would always keep him going.

that something was you.

you were his past and his present. and the future was you.

he loved you. and he knew you knew it.

some day, he knew he wouldn’t have to stop the words from leaving his lips.

“peter?” you whispered into the dark room.

he hummed in response.

“i love you, i don’t want to wait for you.”

“i love you, too,” he whispered, the biggest weight lifting from his chest.

“what if i asked you to stay? like... longer than just tonight.”

you both held your breaths.

“i’d stay.”

and he did. forever.