#my head hurts one could even say i feel SSICK.

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shakira’s spirit possessing him cause those hips aren’t lying

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Pete when bunny's ssick headcannons pls babe

in my fluff era rn

WATCH YOU SLEEP- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Boyfriend! Peter x Hybrid Bunny! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: your boyfriend peter takes care of you when things become a little too overwhelming for you.

Warnings: none<3 all fluffiness

"i dont ever wanna leave.. i'll watch you sleep and listen to you breathe ooo..." watch you sleep, girl in red

You were overwhelmed beyond belief.

Overstimulated, your mind was running a million miles per second. The cars honking and speeding by, mixed with the music and the loud banging of the downstairs neighbor.

It was hard on your delicate ears, too hard to concentrate on anything. The room was too hot, the hair on your neck felt itchy and wrong, and your clothes were like a second skin.

They weren't your safe clothes, ones you were comfortable and familiar in.

You swung your legs from your bed, head throbbing from the thoughts that swarmed in your brain. You were dizzy, your vision spotting.

You couldn't eat, you couldn't sleep. You were just.. hollow.

An empty, withered shell as you picked at your cuticles, the stinging of the skin ripping bringing sweet relief as you dabbed at the fresh blood. Your stomach hurt, bursts of nausea becoming the new norm lately.

You sat with your thoughts, staring at the wall as you tried to tune them out.

No luck. They buzzed and buzzed. They buzzed so loud you didn't even realize your boyfriend Peter had opened your bedroom door, slipping inside.

A look of concern was plastered across his face, forehead scrunched as he adjusted his glasses in his nose. “Princess?” he called to you quietly, your eyes wearily drifting over to emptily meet his.

“Icky again?” he asked, walking over to sit beside you, giving you some space. You nodded. Icky was the only word you could use to describe this feeling of overwhelmingness that consumed most of your evenings, when your fingers began to tap too quickly, your lips peeled raw.

He sighed softly, not in disappointment but in sadness.

You knew deep down he hated seeing you like this. You just didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry.” was all you could croak out, instantly making him shake his head.

“No, no princess dont say you're sorry. You have nothing to apologize for, okay? I just feel so awful you go through this.” he murmured, reaching out to stroke your cheek, hand hovering mid-air.

“Can I touch you?”

You nodded, his sigh of relief evident as his back knuckle brushed against your cheek, his skin soft and cool to the touch.

Peter was a very clingy person, almost always needing to be touching you. Whether it was picking you up to drape you up on the counter while he cooked, or setting your legs across his lap at school, so he could fiddle with your shoelaces, he was always touching you.

A hand on your lower back, a kiss to your forehead and a gentle hand squeeze was a daily ritual, and you knew when you got distance it was hard for him.

Nonetheless, he put your needs first- respecting every single one of your boundaries.

“Overwhelmed again?” he asked, and you leaned into his touch.

“My head hurts and I feel so sick. It's too much.” you whispered, picking at your tight clothing. Peter looked down to where your fingers met, a frown on his face.

“Can you lift your arms up for me sweetness?” he cooed, standing up in front of you as you obeyed. The shirt was tugged off you gently, and Peter tossed it down on the hardwood floor, far away from your frame. He shimmed your shorts off, revealing the fluffy little bunny tail he adored so much.

One of his sweaters was snatched off the hanger, and you watched in silence as he made his way back over to you, slipping it in replace of the clothes you had dreaded today.

“There we go bunny.” he smiled, patting your head softly, a low purr escaping from your lips. You loved when he acted like this. Soft and comforting, looking after you and being able to read your silent cues.

It seemed he knew you better than you knew yourself half the time, always providing you with whatever your heart desired.

“Where are you going?” you asked shyly as Peter walked to the door, as you were scared he was leaving you. “M’just shutting the door bun. You really think I’d leave my precious girl right now?” he teased, the door latch clicking into place as he secluded the two of you from the outside world that haunted you.

Drumming your fingers on your thigh, your eyes hazily followed his tall body as he grabbed a lighter from the dresser, illuminating the fall candle he had gifted you. Blankets were grabbed from the chair in the corner, a water bottle snatched from the mini-fridge.

The fairy lights you had pinned up across your walls were switched on, the room becoming a safe haven that you and Peter shared.

Warm, comforting scents of pumpkin and cinnamon wafted through your nose as it twitched. “You still like this candle eh?” he smiled, to which you nodded.

“It reminds me of when we baked pies with your aunt last fall.” you hummed gently, the cheerful memory clear as day in your mind. “When I got flour all over myself? Very therapeutic.” he joked, making you giggle as he lay gathered the blankets in a small little nest-like position, so you could crawl in.

Peter lay down in the nest, watching as you crawled over to him, laying on top of him. He sighed in comfort, loving the familiar weight of you draped across his chest, so you would rise and fall in sync with his chest.

Peter wrapped a soft, fuzzy blanket across your body, the fabric tickling your thighs as the sweater rose higher. “There, is that better princess? Hmm?”

You purred into his chest, hands clenching the cotton as he began to pet your delicate, fluffy ears in soothing strokes. “Just a headache from the ickiness.” you replied, body submitting to relaxation under the sheets.

“Oh bun I’m sorry. It's all done now, okay? You're safe.” Those were some of your favorite words that slipped from his mouth, the reassurance comforting.

You're safe. I’ll always protect you, my precious girl.

“Sleepy..” you trailed off, chirping as you felt his hand slip under the covers, tugging gently at your fluffy tail, giving your ass a little squeeze.

“Sleep then bunny. Sleep, sleep, sleep because you deserve the rest.” he cooed, grabbing your hand to bring each finger to his lips, placing gently kisses and nibbles to the skin.

You heard his soft voice sing out a gentle lullaby as he bounced his knee, rocking you to the depths of sleep.

I don’t ever want to leave, I’ll watch you sleep… and listen to you breathe.

A little smile crept up on your face, dimples showing before you sank into unconsciousness filled with sweet dreams and the smell of him.