#Im literally missing like a quarter of a nail on one hand on top of the usual joint and back pains and migranes and i was sous today

[eudico-my-beloved]

I fucking hate my culinary class table group soooo bad i should be allowed to hit them with carrots i think

[baroquebucky]

ummm peter/soft!reader pls? reader is in color guard and maybe gets hurt during her solo in halftime, and peter runs out to see if she’s okay or smth? maybe she’s doing a toss and it goes wrong?

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH pls send in some peter requests !! (esp marching band peter or color guard reader and etc hehehe) hope you enjoy !!!! <3

You glanced around the student section of the bleachers, looking for peter from where you were with the marching band. It was still early, he must have been picking up Ned or something. You talked with a few of your guard friends and watched the football team warm up as the band practiced a few scales to warm up.

When peter was in marching band you would look up at him in the sea of instruments and mock his playing position, blowing in and out as the director instructed. Other times half the guard would try and copy the movements of the drum majors and attempt to conduct the band but almost always failed miserably.

You glanced over at the student section once more and locked eyes with a flustered peter parker. He sat as close as he could to the band, but couldn’t get too close since the drill team had a section that separated the band from the students. Before peter liked it, they could go nuts in the stands without having to worry about the students making fun of the ‘band nerds.’ Now peter hated it, he wanted to be next to you as the drum line played cadences and play along with the stand tunes.

You smiled at him and waved at him, he smiled back and waved back equally as excited, everyone around you awed at the sight of the two of you communicating and you only nudged them. You both made eye contact and talked silently throughout the first quarter.

By the second quarter the guard instructed told everyone to head to where the equipment was and you felt yourself get nervous. Your director, who everyone called by his first name came over to you to help you go over your rifle solo.

Usually peter would miss games to patrol and would literally swing by to watch the halftime show, mainly to watch you. And you knew he would, sometimes you could spot him on top of the announcer box and you would smile up at him, but you weren’t sure if he ever saw it.

Today though, you guys were running the whole show, and you had a brand new solo in the ballad. You practiced with your director, reciting the counts and throwing a six with your rifle, under it you would do a sit roll and be up in time to catch it and long with a couple more elements. You were somewhat consistent but you wanted to really impress peter, especially since he was skipping his usual patrolling to be here tonight.

Peter watched as you practiced, the way your uniform would flow with your movements. He smiled as you continued to practice your solo. He looked at the scoreboard and saw how badly you guys were losing, slightly cringing at how bad the football team was.

Ned turned to him and smiled, “ate you excited for the show? I heard y/n has a really hard solo” he spoke and peter nodded. “Yeah that’s the whole reason I actually came tonight, I’m sure she’s gonna nail it” he smiled, suddenly he felt his hair stand and he looked around, there was no threats around. He shook it off and stole some of Neds pretzel, causing Ned to smack the back of his head.

As halftime began the away team preformed their show, it was good, but you were too nervous about your own preformance to appreciate it. As the announcer introduced your band you all scrambled to set your equipment, running to set one.

“good luck guard!” The trumpets around you told you and your team mates. You smiled and replied quickly “good luck trumpets.” As the show began everything went smoothly, you had even forgotten why you were so nervous, you loved preforming and spinning.

As your solo approached the wind picked up and you saw Peter cheering for you in the stands. You picked up your rifle as the band moved around you. You were nervous since it was windy but as you approached the toss, the wind died down and you went for it, doing the sit roll and barely catching the toss as it bent your pinky back. You smiled tightly at the audience before running to switch to some swing flags for the closer. You felt your finger swelling and you just wanted this to be over with.

The show finally ended and you all gathered everything and went back to where the equipment bags were. You called over your director, tears in your eyes as you held your finger.

“The wind picked up and oh my god this hurts so much” you spoke frantically as he told one of your friends to go get ice for your finger, it was already turning purple. “You’re gonna be fine don’t worry i don’t think it’s broken, fractured at worst” he shot you a small smile and you blinked away tears.

“What happened is she okay?” You heard Peters voice approaching, running towards you and holding your hand. Your director explained what happened and peter examined your finger.

Peter knew as soon as you tossed your rifle you were going to get hurt, he wanted to seb your rifle away from you so you wouldn’t get hurt but he knew he couldn’t. Your friend returned with the ice and peter quickly took it and put it gently to your finger.

“You can stay here with her or you guys can go back to the stands but she can’t leave without her family picking her up, sorry parker” your director sighed and he nodded. You looked at peter and smiled softly, taking in how beautiful he looked under stadium lights, the way his curls fell almost perfectly. He looked down at you and smiled.

“You have a maybe fractured finger and you’re still smiling” he laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“How can I not smile when the most perfect hero is here nursing me to health” you teased and he blushed, helping you up from where you were sitting criss cross. “Do you wanna go back to the stands?” You asked him, dusting yourself with your other hand, peter kept a firm hold on the hand with your injured pinky.

“I kinda wanna leave and cuddle but we can’t do that can we” he pouted and you smiled softly at the boy, giving him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s just go to the stands and have fun yeah?” You smiled at your boyfriend and he hesistated, not wanting you to get hurt. You sighed and pulled him in for a hug.

“Pete im fine, it’s probably fine and will go down in a couple of days” you spoke, your arms wrapping around his neck. You smiled at him and kissed him softly on the lips.

He smiled at you and rolled his eyes. “Fine, but if it hurts tell me” you smiled at him and walked back to the bleachers together. You gave him a small hug as he sat back down next to ned and you quickly went with your guard friends, getting your bags to go change in the restroom.

As the third quarter ended you felt the slight throbbing of your pinky die down and you looked over at peter, giving him a thumbs up and a smile. He quickly mumbled something under his breath (most likely ‘thank god’) and smiled back at you.

When the game ended you all headed back towards the busses to get back to school, Peter waved goodbye and blew you a kiss. You caught it and sent one back, causing ned to gag and your guard friends to squeal.

After putting everything up, you exited the school and saw peter standing outside with a bouquet of flowers. You blushed and rushed towards him, both your backpacks weighing you down slightly.

“well what a nice surprise” you smiled as the two of you walked away from the school.

“i couldn’t just let you leave, not when you’re hurt” he smiled and you rolled your eyes, adjusting your backpack.

“give me them” peter spoke, reaching for your backpack full of papers and binders, picking it up from your shoulders as if it was nothing, which to him it wasn’t.

You sighed in relief and rolled your shoulders. “So are we walking to my house or what’s gonna happen, because you can’t drive” you smiled and he smirked at you, putting on his webshooters. You smiled excitedly and wrapped your arms around him, you kissed the top of your head and before you knew it, you were swinging across town and landed infront of your house.

As you both entered he immediately grabbed an ice pack from your fridge and held it to your pinky, telling you sternly to keep it there while he put some water and salt in a bowl for you to put your finger in there.

You felt your heart flutter at how sweet he was being towards you, how cautious he was. As he approached with the bowl you quickly kissed him, on his neck, then his jaw, then his nose and forehead and cheeks and then his lips.

“god parker i love you” you spoke between kisses, “i love you so fucking much, i don’t know how i got so lucky” you spoke, your foreheads resting against each other for a second before you both pulled away so he could hand you the bowl of salt water.

“I’m the lucky one, you’re the one with a solo” he winked at you while slowly putting you hand in the warm water.

“This should help with the swelling” he spoke, getting up. You looked at him with puppy eyes.

“You’re leaving already?” You spoke, not wanting him to leave yet. He only laughed at your remark and shook his head.

“baby you really think I’m gonna leave when you’re hurt? of course not, I’m gonna go get the water ready so you can shower because you smell horrible” he teased, scrunching his nose up and you opened your mouth in shock.

“Peter Benjamin Parker my pinky may hurt but I’ll still beat your ass” you scolded him, getting up with the bowl in hand, looking as he put the ice pack in the fridge and carried your bags to your room.

“I’m gonna hold you to that angel, now cmon go get clean” he smiled and you giggled, thankful that even when you didn’t catch correctly or even if you dropped, you still had your number one fan.