#LET YOURSEF SHINE

[stuckwthem]

"yellow"

PETER PARKER ONE SHOT x random original character

summary: violet has anxiety and peter is her safe heaven.

warnings: sadness, anxiety, fluff

authors note: hey! english isn't my first language, sorry for any spelling mistakes

this is a comfort tale that i wrote when i was feeling sad and wanted a another reality where i could cry in peter's arms. feel safe and comfortable to be vunerable here.

requests open! send me yours and i will gladly make it!

her heart was beating stronger than she could possibly perceive. the girl tried to repress the tears as she hurriedly walked the streets of queens, cursing at the thought of what people would think of her appearance or her clumsy manner as she ran through a crisis. looking like a real mess, a tornado. but people at least noticed, trapped and scattered too much in their own world would never look the other way.

her cold, sweat-soaked hand touched the door three times frantically, and her mind came to judge even the way she had touched the wood. it didn’t take long for the door to open and unravel a paralyzed and confused peter. in a matter of thousandths of seconds, the boy without yet processing what was happening, just hugged her, pulling her in, while the girl sobbed, and her cry intensified further by despair.

parker had no idea what had happened or what to do, but just stood there beside the trembling body of the blonde, caressing her, for about half an hour until she took her face off the now soaked boy’s shirt. to see her in this way was totally devastating, peter would like to suck out her pain and make it no longer hurt the girl.

— hey. i'm here. it’s okay. - the brunette one whispered, trying to reassure her. - you want to tell me what happened? you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

violet breathed for a moment, trying to look at the boy, but the stubborn tears still ran down her face, leaving her ashamed and making her hide her face in her hands.

— i'm sorry, peter. i shouldn’t have come. i don’t want to disturb you. - she said, quickly regretting when she heard her own voice choked.

— no! please, you don't bother in any way, violet. - peter exclaimed, visibly worried, and so he set himself toward the door, making a barrier for the girl.

she sighed, not knowing at least where to start or if she should put it out. she couldn’t trust anyone. her chest weighed as much as if all her thoughts had moved there weighing a ton. her throat hurt with the formed knot, which seemed impossible to be undone.

— i just...i'm tired. - violet said, sounding uncertain. peter knew there was a lot more to dig up, but he waited for the girl to feel comfortable admitting it.

meanwhile, he sought her a glass of water and sat her on the couch, comforting himself by her side, stroking her hair. the silence was not uncomfortable, they understood only by the energy they emitted to each other.

— i can’t stand feeling like this anymore, pete. it’s exhausting to live in this aspiral every day. i don’t recognize myself anymore, i don’t want to do anything anymore. - she vented in his lap, she did not want answers or solutions, just wanted to be heard. so the boy just nodded, kissing her forehead. - i only have you. you are my safe haven. that’s why i came here, i just needed you. thank you for making me feel safe. thank you for not giving up on me. i hope you don't get tired of this mess that i am, but if it happens, do not hesitate to leave me. i don't want to upset you.

— violet, i love you. nothing would make me like you less. - he replied, sincerely, with his voice lavishing sentimentality. - i won't give up, you are my motivation to continue being who i am. i need you.

peter pulled the face of the girl gently, staring at her startled eyes. he loved them and could get lost in that brown storm.

— i’m sorry that it’s been difficult. and i’d like to help you, and i know you’re strong and will find yoursef again. we still have a lot of time, and i'll be here by your side. - the elder assured, letting a smile escape his lips.

god, he loved that girl more than anything, he loved her so much that it hurt. he understood it as his obligation to protect her from everything and everyone, even from herself. peter would do anything for her, do whatever it took to get a smile stamped on her face at the end of the day. he would burn in the sun for her shine. they would bleed dry for each other. no doubt both were made from the dust of the same star. they understood each other like no one else, the connection was inexplicable.

violet felt comforted and belonged. she would never know how to thank the universe for having someone as amazing and loving as peter, her peter.

— i don’t know what it would be like without you. - she muttered, burying her face in the boy’s neck, hugging him as if she could entangle her body with his.

peter passed his hand over her leg, pulling her closer to him as if it were still possible, holding it like a baby and kissed her lips gently, closing his eyes and getting lost in the sensation. gradually, violet stopped crying, returning to breathe normally. now her heart was slowed down paced with peter's, a little quieter. if observed for a moment, neither of the two could understand the depth of their feelings, they felt overwhelmed with affection.

— can i take you out? - the elder asked, genuinely. violet nodded without even thinking, as long as her was in his presence was enough.

— we can go on top of a building. the higher, we will feel infinite. and then, we will go to your favorite restaurant. and we will do everything we want to do. - stated, kissing the girl’s nose.

and they went, up to the tallest building in new york. shouted their frustrations, let the wind take it away. they got lost in the city, kissed at every corner, laughed at every stumbling, charmed those who were attentive to the real world, teased each other, loved each other infinitely for one more day. and in the end, it was all right, was him and her. at every end, if peter had violet and violet had peter everything would be aligned.