#tasm!spider man

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🔥🔥 body worship/praise with tasm!peter parker please!

Perfect To Me / tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Peter is a giver, loving to focus his time on your pleasure than his own. So, when you aren't feeling particularly good about your appearance, Peter helps show you just how beautiful you are to him.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS SHOO not much! Smut (unprotected p in v, praise kink, pet names (baby, princess, good girl), female oral receiving, light face grabbing, slight overstimulation), reader feeling unhappy in her appearance, mention of mental health issues and self-esteem, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: thank you so much for requesting! I love this idea 😍 hope this turns out how you wanted! I loved the idea, sorry it took so long to do, life's been hectic lately 😅. College has been kicking my ass haha. Liking, commenting, and reblogging really help me out. Thank you!

To anybody who's ever felt bad about themselves, their appearance, or felt like they weren't good enough: you are beautiful, no matter what you or anyone else thinks. You will always be good enough, strong enough, beautiful enough, and worth enough, please talk to someone if you need support, don't suffer alone! 💜💜

Word count: 2.1k

You arrived home to your shared apartment with Peter after a long day at work, your feet aching and your back sore. Today was a particularly hard day, you'd been overly tired and not feeling the best mentally as of late, and so your performance at work dipped a little. You made a few small mistakes and had a customer yell rude comments at you, making you feel worse. All you had thought about all day was getting home and taking a hot shower. Peter watched as you closed the door behind you, took off your shoes and coat, and went to the bathroom without saying a word. He frowned at the sound of the shower running and your light sniffles, shaky breaths leaving you. Peter got up from the couch and made his way to you, it wasn't often that he saw you like this but when he did, he knew what he needed to do.

You sobbed as you stood under the warm sprays of the shower, water flowing down your aching muscles. You looked down at your body and frowned, unhappy with the way you looked. Especially when that one man called you worthless and pathetic at work for making a minor mistake, it fuelled the insecurity and hate you already felt in yourself. You already had a rough few weeks of feeling down and bad about yourself, you didn't need the added extra bullshit from random arseholes at your place of work. The tears continued to fall quickly down your cheeks, mixing with the warm shower water. All you wanted was to have a nice shower, use your favourite body lotion and spray, and get into bed with your boyfriend to cuddle.

You sigh as you hear the bathroom door open, the gentle patter of feet walking across the cold tiles in your direction. You heard shuffling and gentle thuds of objects landing on the floor, and the clinking of the metal rings of the shower curtain being moved. Peter got in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning over to kiss your neck. The overwhelming feeling of your loving boyfriend's comfort pushes you over the edge, more tears breaking free as a sob escapes. Your body shakes in Peter's arms as he holds you, hands grabbing to pull him closer as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Peter understood you so well, better than you know yourself sometimes, that he provided you with what you needed without having to ask. It made you feel so loved, cared for, and listened to. He took the time to make notes of what you needed in times of need and struggle, showering you with love and affection.

As your tears stopped and your breathing went back to normal, you started to wash your body to actually shower. You didn't really feel any better but the crying allowed you to release some of the tension you had felt about everything over the last couple of weeks. The soapy loofa was grabbed from your hands by Peter, "let me take care of you, baby, just relax." he whispered in your ear, placing a gentle affectionate kiss on the side of your neck. You nod, a soft sob escaping as you let your loving boyfriend wash you. You appreciated that he was taking care of you without prompt, he genuinely wanted to make you feel better and do what he could to show you he cared. You sometimes wondered how you managed to get someone so loving and thoughtful, someone, who so selflessly helped others without anything in return.

Peter took his time in caring for you, making sure he was attentive in his actions. He took extra special attention when washing your hair with your favourite shampoo and conditioner, scratching his fingers across your scalp to loosen as much tension as possible. He made sure to lather every inch of your body in your favourite body wash, giving your back a light massage as he went. With every action he could feel your body relaxing against him, your back gently and slowly slumping against his chest. A soft moan of appreciation leaves you as he works on your shoulders, your mouth hanging open as the tight knots loosen and your sore muscles begin to feel less tense. You could feel Peter harden against your ass, and despite how you were feeling, you could feel your pussy become wet with arousal.

"Sorry baby, you're just so beautiful and when you make those little noises, I can't help it," he whispers into your neck, his voice shaky and almost breathless. His hands travelled down to your waist, holding you as close to him as he possibly could. You couldn't help the thought that popped into your mind, the insecurities and self-doubt still looming in the back of your mind. "I'm not" it slipped out before you could catch it, before you could stop the dreaded words from leaving your mouth. You knew Peter would hate that you were doubting yourself and take it personally, feeling that he wasn't loving you enough for there to be doubt. You felt Peter's hands tense on your waist, his fingers digging in but not enough to hurt you, he wasn't happy.

"What?" he muttered, turning you to face him, his tone hurt and filled with disbelief. You face him slowly, keeping your eyes on his naked wet chest to avoid his intense stare. You sigh, "I'm not beautiful." you whisper, exhausted with your current mental state, just wishing you could believe his words. Peter grabs your chin firmly and forces you to look at him, a gasp leaving you at his force, he'd never been this harsh with you before. "Look at me, you stop that right now. You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on," Peter grabs your hand and places it on his throbbing hard cock, "look at what you do to me, I'm so hard for you baby." He groans as your fingers grasp him firmly, wrapping around his massive length.

You whimper as he lightly fucks your hand, his face moving into the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispers breathlessly as he works his lips across the wet skin, sucking to leave marks in the areas he knew were particularly sensitive to his touch. "I'm going to show you, you want that?" he asks as he stops his actions and pulls back to look at you for reassurance and the 'okay' to continue, he knew you'd had a bad day and didn't want to push you if you didn't want to do anything. He smiles as you nod, his lips connecting with yours in a passionate kiss. As his mouth explored yours, he reached behind you to turn the shower off and led you to the middle of the bathroom. He broke away to gently dry you both, neither wanting to have a wet bed to sleep in that night.

You lay down on your back on the bed, wet with anticipation of what Peter had in mind. His mouth latches onto your left nipple, licking and sucking while his hand plays with the other, pinching the swollen nub in his fingertips. Your panting with need, eyes watching his every action. You watch as Peter kisses his way down your body, taking his time and teasing you as much as possible until you were squirming with need. When he finally reaches where you need him most after what felt like hours but was probably only ten minutes, you're dripping with arousal. His fingers dip into your needy hole with ease, slipping straight into you to the knuckles without restraint, "Jesus baby! Your so wet for me, such a good girl." You whimper at the praise, your pussy clenching around his fingers inside you.

Peter slowly pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy as his mouth attaches to your clit, earning a gentle whimper of approval from you. You can feel him smile against you, his eyes staring up at you with a look of pure hunger and lust, it felt so intense that you had to look away. You felt Peter's mouth move away, your head snapping back to wonder why he'd stopped. "Nu-uh, you watch me, princess. Don't take your eyes off me," he commanded, waiting for your nod before continuing. You give him what he wanted, making sure to keep your eyes on him as he worked you closer to your orgasm with each passing moment, his fingers still pumping slowly. He didn't take his eyes from yours, making sure you were watching him pleasure you, he wanted you to see how much he enjoyed pushing you over the edge.

Peter knew you were close when he felt you clench around his fingers harshly and fingers pulled at his hair, your back arching and mouth open wide with panting breaths. It took everything in you not to look away or close your eyes as you came all over his fingers and mouth, explosions of pure pleasure clouding your vision. Peter's crash to yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth. He wasted no time in lining himself up with your dripping entrance, looking at you for permission. You nodded frantically, needing him to fuck all the bad thoughts away. You both gasp as he slowly entered you, your slick allowing him to thrust fully to the hilt without pain or struggle. You were so wet and ready for him that you asked him to move immediately, "fuuuuuck baby, you're so goddamn wet for me." Peter groaned, the sound of your juices filling the room along with skin slapping.

His thrusts were quick, dragging against your walls with precision to hit all the right angles, and slamming back into you with intent. His cock hit your g-spot repeatedly, his finger returning to your clit in slow circles to stimulate you further. "Fuck Peter." you moaned loudly, head thrown back, nails dragging down the skin of his back. You felt like you were going to explode with all the pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you over the edge once again with a loud scream of Peter's name. He slowed his thrusts down once you rode your high, taking a slow but passionate pace instead. Peter's hands roamed your body, appreciating every dip and curve, every perfectly imperfect inch of you that he loved unconditionally.

"I love you, baby, you're so perfect to me." Peter moaned as he pulled you into a mind-numbingly passionate kiss, one that took your breath away as he pulled away to nestle into the crook of your neck. "I love you too, so fucking much." you sobbed, tears flowing down your cheeks, your body was overwhelmed with blissful pleasure and intense adoration from your boyfriend. "So so perfect," Peter whispered to himself with a deep groan as he secured your legs around his waist and pulled your body close to his, cradling your head in between his arms so you could stare into one another eyes as he fucked you senseless. You could feel another orgasm approaching despite your clit throbbing with overstimulation, "you can give me another one baby, you've been so good for me. Cum with me." Peter pecked your lips as his thumb found its way to your clit, pushing you over the edge.

You scream as you see stars in your vision, your whole body shaking in ecstasy. Your pussy clenching harshly around Peter's cock sent him over the edge, his hot cum filling you over and over again as he rode you both your highs. Peter collapsed on top of you, both sweaty panting messes, careful though not to crush you. You both took a moment to catch your breaths as you bask in the euphoric bliss and try to regain feeling in your body again. Once Peter's cock softens inside you he gently pulls out and grabs a washcloth to clean you. You wince with sensitivity as he tries his best to gently clean you, kissing your thighs as he goes along to apologise. Tiredness overtook you once again, you knew you'd get a good night's sleep tonight.

Peter lies on his back and pulls you to lie on top of him, his large warm arms enveloping you, they made you feel safe and loved, wanted by the one person who always managed to make everything better. Peter continued to whisper sweet nothings and compliments into your ear as his lips kiss every inch of skin he could reach without disturbing you, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns over your skin until you fell asleep. Peter would remind you however many times it would take to convince you that you were beautiful, and to him, you would always be beautiful in his eyes no matter what. His beautiful perfect girl.

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“Easy, bug boy.” “What’d you call me? I’m going to be all right.” “I know what this is.” “What is it?” “Every day, for as long as I can remember, my father has left every morning, and he’s put a badge on his chest and strapped a gun to his hip. And every day, for as long as I can remember, I haven’t known if he was going to make it home.”

“I got you. Okay? Okay?”

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You Would Both Be Okay - TASM!Peter Parker

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Summary : You're having a bad day, thankfully your boyfriend knows what to do to help you.

Warnings : neurodivergent!reader, panic attack, school pressure, hurt/comfort, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

A/N : This was requested by my talented best friend @kaeinherworld I'm very honoured that she wanted me to write an one shot for her so, Kae, I hope you'll like it as much as I liked the Stefan Salvatore one shot you wrote for me years ago (and unlike you, I won't delete it!) ❤️

Word count : 2.2k

French version

Prompt : "Person A is having a panic attack and they desperately try to hide it, but Person B sees right through them and knows the right thing to do to calm A down." from this prompt list made by @creativepromptsforwriting

Song inspiration : Love The Hell Out Of You by Lewis Capaldi

Too much. If someone had asked you to define that day, you’d have answered it was too much. Too much stress. Too much noise. Too many people. Too much of everything. 

As soon as you had woken up, you had felt this day wouldn’t be the best and the following hours had confirmed it. University was particularly exhausting. The end of the semester was quickly getting closer and the pile of assignments to hand back and study to do was growing at the same rhythm. Your focus and motivation were struggling more and more to stay by your side. You were only waiting for spring break to - finally - breathe and isolate yourself.

On top of the pressure from University, you hadn’t seen Peter the whole day. Even if you didn’t have the same classes, you would always find a way to meet for lunch or at least ten minutes during the afternoon. Unfortunately, Friday was your busiest day and it was impossible for you two to see each other on campus, therefore, you were even more edgy. Sure, you’d spend the night at his place for your weekly viewing of Star Trek but you wanted to be in his arms as fast as possible. 

As soon as your teacher finished his lesson - not without adding an umpteenth assignment, you packed your things. Despite the knot still present in your stomach, you could take air into your lungs a bit more easily at last. However, you were waiting to set your eyes on your boyfriend to take a real breath.

Upon arriving home, your parents didn't take the time to greet you or ask you how your day went, they rushed to make a snarky comment about your school grades without even knowing what they were talking about. Your anxiety was slowly turning into frustration and you did everything in your power to not say a word, you were holding on the last bit of calmness you still had. Without glancing at them, you went to your room and closed the door without wasting a second before laying on your bed. 

You had less than an hour before Peter was over with his classes. You took advantage of that time to get away from the stressful atmosphere. Your noise cancelling earphones in your ears, you took the book on your nightstand, Lord Of The Rings - you couldn’t say how many times you had read it. What was supposed to give you some sense of comfort got you more frustrated. Your mind was too overworked to focus on your reading and the way you had been around too much stimulus didn’t help either. Annoyed, you closed your book ten minutes later and waited for Peter impatiently.

Relief could be read on your face when you heard Peter knocking on your door. Unintentionally, you glanced at the window. It wasn’t rare for Peter to come see you before or after his night patrols and as he had to be discreet, he’d come through the window.

After putting your earphones and your book in your bag, you took it in your hands and met Peter at the entrance. He kissed you for the first time since the night before. The kiss was quick but full of love. He took your bag and put it on his shoulder whilst you took his hand in yours. Following this contact, your shoulders relaxed a bit.

On the way home, Peter was the one speaking, telling you all about his day. Normally, you would have answered him with passion and would have told him about every single thought running through your mind but being too tired, you preferred to stay silent. Peter, always being the caring boyfriend and knowing you since childhood, noticed your mutism instantly yet, he didn’t comment on it. With a simple look, he understood you had had a long day. While he kept talking, he paid attention to your gesture, being ready to react if you needed anything.

The trip to Peter’s seemed longer than usual, you couldn’t see the end of it. You held yourself back from sighing several times in the subway.

Once you were at his place, you went to the kitchen where you swiftly greeted Aunt May who had to leave for work. When you were alone, Peter took two glasses and a bottle of soda whilst you took some popcorn for your night. 

In his room, Peter gave you one of his tee shirts that you put on fastly, wanting to smell his scent on you. His tee shirt looked more like a dress but you didn’t mind it. Peter changed into more comfortable clothes as well. 

Once you were on Peter’s bed, you laid on your left side, putting your head on your boyfriend’s chest while the computer was on his legs and the bowl of popcorn between you two. During the first minutes of Star Trek Into Darkness, you were able to focus then you thought about University, in spite of yourself.

The thought had just crossed your mind for a second, nonetheless it was enough to distract you. Mentally, you made a list of everything you had to do. The more you were thinking, the more you were aware of the work you still had left. Feeling your hands starting to shake, you knew the panic attack was around the corner. You tried to take deep breaths discreetly, hoping to not catch Peter’s attention - his spideysense could betray you at any given moment. When your heart began racing as well, you knew it was too late. Hiding your jerky breaths as best as you could, you tried getting out of the bed normally with teary eyes. You didn’t have the time to move a leg that Peter was already facing you, he was on his guard. Bluntly, he put the computer and the bowl of popcorn on the floor and helped you to sit on the bed correctly. You brought your hand on your chest, the pain becoming stronger and at the same time, your tears were running down your cheeks.

Peter was looking at you without touching you, afraid it would make the situation worse - he knew you weren’t fond of physical touch so he was always making sure he was respecting your boundaries, especially in those kinds of situations. Rapidly, he hid his panic, you needed to see him calm.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” Peter assured you. “Can I take your hand to put it on my heart ?”

You nodded with difficulty as an answer. Delicately, he took the hand that was on your thigh in his. His grip on your hand was light, giving you the chance to take it out if you changed your mind. He put your hand on his heart and he gave you a reassuring look before adding : 

“Alright. We’re gonna breathe together slowly. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, Y/N.” he repeated. “You’re safe. Take a deep breath through the nose and exhale through the mouth.” Peter told you, doing it with you. “Look at our hands.”

At his sentence, you did what he told you. As you kept looking at the fixed point, you felt Peter’s calm heartbeat through your hand and it helped you to feel more shielded. You were still struggling to breathe but after the fifth inspiration, your heart and your tears began to calm down.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Peter whispered. 

A few minutes later and thanks to Peter’s help, you were respiring normally again. He stopped talking, allowing you to pull yourself together at your own pace. You kept your eyes on both of your hands for a few more seconds, enjoying the calm. Peter’s eyes didn’t leave your figure, making sure the panic attack wasn’t coming back. 

When you got a hold of yourself, you stopped looking at your hands whilst a feeling of shame went through your body. You avoided Peter’s gaze and you wiped your wet cheeks with your free hand. It wasn’t the first time Peter witnessed one of your panic attacks however, you didn’t like being that vulnerable in front of him. You took your hand from his chest and started playing with your fingers. You didn’t dare to break the silence first and Peter understood it clearly.

“Do you want to talk about it ?”

“There’s not a lot to say.” you stated with a deeper voice than usual as you were tired.

“You hadn’t had a panic attack in a long time.” Peter noticed.

“Well, the end of the semester doesn’t really help not to be anxious.”

“There’s something else.”

Hearing his sentence, you couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed. He knew you like the back of his hand. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t hide anything from him so you sigh before admitting reluctantly : 

“It just wasn’t a great day. It’s nothing. I’m fine.” you brushed it off, forcing yourself to look at him for a second.

“You know you can tell me everything. You also know I don’t mind listening to you and helping you.” he reminded you softly.

“I know.”

“I mean it, Y/N. You've always helped me, especially after I became Spiderman so it’s only fair I return the favour.”

“I just don’t want to be a burden for you.” you confessed with difficulty.

“You are not a burden and you never will be. I will do everything for you. You’ve helped me and you’ve loved me so much so just know, I will always love the hell out of you.”

Not knowing what to answer, you leaned in and pressed your lips on his. You kissed gently, enjoying each other’s presence. With that kiss, you wanted to show him all your love and gratitude. He knew what to say to make you feel better and you knew he was sincere in his words. Peter would have brought you Heavens if that was what you had needed. He would have taken all the pain you were going through if he could have and he still would have smiled at you while doing so. He would have done everything that was possible and impossible for you and you would always be grateful for it.

Peter let you take control of the kiss, allowing you to break it whenever you wanted to. When you did it, you looked at Peter tenderly whilst he was smiling at you with the same softness.

“We can talk about it later, if you prefer.” he said, knowing you needed time. “Do you need anything ?”

“I’d like it if you grabbed my noise cancelling earphones for me and if we stayed in bed for a few moments.” you answered slowly.

Peter took what you needed in your bag and handed you your earphones. You put them in your ears, the silence comforting you a bit more while Peter was laying back down on the bed. You didn’t fully bring yourself closer to him, still needing some space but you took his right hand and played with his fingers. You let go of a sigh whilst Peter was watching you, still on his toes just in case.

You stayed in the same position until the sun left the sky. At one point, you even closed your eyes without sleeping. Once you felt a bit better, you took your earphones off and opened your eyes. Peter gave you a light smile and you did the same to him before he spoke.

“You want some tea ? I’ve got everything for your favourite tea.”

“What did I do to deserve you ?” you rhetorically asked, your smile growing bigger and your eyes full of love.

“You punched Josh Stewart when we were six because he had thrown my stuff on the floor.” he answered, making you laugh, the memory of your first meeting playing in your head. “So, tea ?”

“I’d like one.”

“I’ll be right back.”

After kissing you on your forehead, Peter left his bedroom. A few minutes later, he came back with a mug in his hands. He gave it to you while you sat up, resting your back against the wall. You took a big sip, enjoying the taste of black tea with lime, orange and spice. You kept the mug in your hands and Peter grabbed the book in your bag. He didn’t need to ask you to know you had brought one with you, you always had a book on you, no matter what. Peter laughed lightly when he noticed you were rereading Lord Of The Rings. He got on the bed, sitting next to you. While he was opening the book, you snuggled into him. Peter put his right arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. You took another sip of your tea and Peter started reading where you had stopped.

As you were listening to Peter reading, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to have him in your life. He knew exactly what to do and say to help you feel better. You couldn’t have dreamed of a better boyfriend. You knew there would always be moments where you wouldn’t be okay like that day, just like Peter would have his bad days, but as long as you were together, you would both be okay.

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Peter's Way Home | Chapter 1: Peter's Ladybug

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A/N: Image header by me using Canva; divider by @silkholland

It had been the hardest three months after losing your mom and now today is the first day back at Midtown Science High School. While it wasn’t the first day of school, that’s what it felt like to you.

It had been an accident they said. The fire couldn’t be contained in the restaurant's kitchen. She died saving her coworkers. She was a hero. Yet, it didn’t feel like an accident when it felt more like negligence on her job’s part. Had the fire extinguishers been properly maintained or the windows not been painted shut, you would still have your mother.

The sound of a skateboard along the sidewalk drew you out of your thoughts. “Hey, ladybug!” Your best friend calls out to you.

“Hi Peter,” you say softly, needing to get used to using your voice again.

“Are you sure you’re ready to come back to school and deal with the idiots?” He teases.

“Someone has to keep them in line right?” You bump your shoulder with his. “So tell me everything that I’ve missed.”

You smile as Peter starts on his rambling catching you up on everything that had been going on at school.

The morning at school had gone by quicker than you anticipated. Your teachers had already been reminded that you had been homeschooling while you were in your months of grief.

It wasn’t easy. There was no point in lying about it. There were days when you would do your schooling at your dad’s fire station. On other days, you stayed with Peter’s Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They had always been great neighbors since you moved into the neighborhood but in the last few years, they became your second family.

During lunch, you head to the courtyard and you spot Peter and make your way to him. Before you can reach him, you hear him telling Flash to put another kid down. Next thing you know, Flash is beating Peter up.

“Eugene!” You yell out at the same time as Gwen approaches him. “I’ll walk with Flash. You check on Peter,” you tell Gwen, knowing of Peter’s crush on her.

You had once hoped he would crush on you but his happiness mattered more to you, so you would help him win the girl of his dreams.

“Flash! What the hell was that for?” You ask him harshly. “You promised me you would leave Peter alone.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in close for a hug. “I’m sorry. Welcome back to school. I should have given my best girl a hug before now.”

You return the hug. “Thank you, Flash! But I won't tutor you again if I see or hear you making fun of Peter... No matter what.”

You didn’t notice that, as you talked with Flash, Peter spotted you and felt annoyed that you two were hugging. He knew he had no right. You were entitled to your own friends. But did Flash have to be one of them?

It was surprising to anyone to hear that Flash Thompson and you were friends. You were considered one of the nerds. Flash was the jock everyone loved. Well, mostly everyone. Your friendship with Flash blossomed from your days studying at the firehouse. His father and older brother were firefighters, so he would often visit and sit with you as you tutored him.

“Since you’re my best girl, it’s only fair that I take you as my date to homecoming,” he says smiling charmingly at you.

“That would be fun,” you reply. “Come on, let’s get to class and we can talk more later about homecoming.”

“Actually,” he shuffles his feet nervously. “I was hoping you’d say yes to being my girlfriend. I’ve got a crush on you and well we’re a good team.”

You weren’t blind. Flash was handsome. You both got along pretty well. You both actually had things in common. Though it’s not the guy you would have hoped for, you nodded yes. 

“Woooo! She said she’ll be my girlfriend,” Flash yells with a laugh.

When you’re in class, you can hear Gwen asking Peter if he knew his name. You try not to giggle when you sense him getting flustered at talking with her. 

After school, you and Gwen discuss what topics to go over at the next debate team meeting. The subject then changes to boys.

“So I heard Flash asked you out,” Gwen says with a teasing smile.

“Did the whole school find out?” You reply laughing.

“Oh Flash was telling everybody that would listen that he got his dream girl.”

“Dream girl?” You scoff in disbelief.

“That’s what he was saying to the basketball team in gym,” she continued teasing.

You groan and hide your face. Never had Flash shown any such interest in you so it left you confused as to why he would say you were his dream girl. It’s not that you weren’t pretty, but you knew the more popular girls in school would typically be the Dream Girl for someone like Flash. 

Of course, hearing those words boosted your self-esteem a bit. It took you a few more minutes to refocus on the debate team. 

Once done with debate, you waited for Peter to finish his photographs so you could walk home together. 

“Ladybug!” He came and hug attacked you, wincing when his sides brushed up against your backpack. 

“Peter, when will you stop calling me that?”

“Mmmm… Let me think about it… Never.”

“What about when you get married? And then I get married? And we’re both old…? You’ll still call me ladybug?”

He turns to you and grabs your shoulders. “We’ll be ghosts and I’ll still call you ladybug… Besides, it’s how I keep your mom’s memory alive.”

You stop walking for a moment. “What?”

“Your mom. The day you moved into the neighborhood… you were wearing a ladybug dress and so was your mom. She was calling you her little ladybug.”

“I never knew you knew.”

Arriving home, you find your dad had the night off today. “Hey! So I decided we could have pizza and wings. I also got your mom’s favorite movies so we can make fun of her taste,” he teases but the pain could still be heard.

You rush to hug him. “Sounds like the best night we’ve had in a while… So, uhm guess who asked me out?”

“Peter finally asked you out?”

Your eyes widen. “No. Why would you think it was Peter?”

“Because you two are always together and inseparable. I know one day you’ll end up together.”

“Sorry to burst that bubble, Dad. But it was Flash that asked me out… Both for homecoming and as his girlfriend.”

Your dad sighs deeply and pouts. “I don’t want you growing up. But know I’ll help you with anything for the dance… You know you have May to help too… I have some of your mom’s jewelry that you can use.”

“I love you, Dad.”

As you’re getting ready for bed after the movie, there’s a knock on your window. “I’m decent Peter. You can come in.”

He smiles at your fuzzy socks and the fact that you’re wearing your mom’s cheerleading sweater as your pajama top. “Do you still have her perfume to spray on the sweater?”

“Yeah. I sometimes wear it to feel her close again.”

“Tell me more about her,” he says as he lays on your bed. He knows you have been having a hard time sleeping after your mom’s death so he’s kept his promise of being there with you at night to help you sleep.

Only that today would be the last night for a while he would be there for you. Eventually, another entity would take over your thoughts at night.

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[ask-the-spider-gang]

have you guys met falcon and the winter soldier? If so, what were they like?

Peter 3: oh my god Sam’s a HOOT! He’s hilarious.

Sam: …listen I will not hesitate to murder to protect you but if you make that pun again I swear to god—

Peter 1: Bucky’s pretty cool!

[imagine-silk]

Marvel; Winter Dates with Secretary Spidermen

Can you guess when I was supposed to post this.That’s right, early December. I have a bunch of backlog holiday posts I’m not sure to do at leisure or get them out quickly. I guess I’ll flip a coin.

TRILOGY!PETER (Get away cabin)

It’s not a date as much as it’s a vacation. Once a year you use a bunch of your saved vacation days to peace out. You guys have a deal of some sort. He budgets and schedules this getaway for you, maybe even throwing in some money, and you approve his emergency time off that the company will have no choice but to honor if you have no concerns. You're technically duping the company but hey, you're not stealing money. Just time.

So early December you and Peter say your goodbyes, hop in a car, and off to the airport to not be seen for five business days. Peter would 100% stay with you during Christmas to have an excuse from family parties but it’s a lot more money. But if you need an out he always has you covered.

You’d think it would include activities but you’re two office working adults who have to bargain for company benefits and work overtime to meet quotas, the entire time is spent relaxing. It’s quite domestic. There’s a sort of unspoken rules you have. Whoever gets up first has to cook and whoever wakes up last has to wash the dishes. Rooms will be decided by rock-paper-scissors, first win takes dibs. Never bother the person in the bath unless it’s to discuss food or it’s been two hours and you need to know they're alive. You also made a rule that no gifts were to be exchanged. That last rule has never been followed.

TASM!PETER (Beach bonfire)

There are many reasons Peter is beloved in the office. Convincing the company to trust him with their black amex to put together the company Christmas party every year is up there as far as reasons go. Last year he got everyone Disneyland day tickets and dinner reservations. The year before that he rented out a castle and a murder-mystery kit (He was the killer and you were unfortunately one of the victims). This year he got a spot on a private beach for a bonfire, and it was nice as hell. Sand so white and soft you’d think it was clouds, low tide gently brought in seashells, and the huge gazebo had couches, a bonfire, and a lot of food and alcohol.

He feeds off of the gossip and knowledge that everyone is enjoying themselves so he is your designated driver to hear it all sober. The fact that he’s a light-weight also influenced this decision but nobody else has to know that. He’ll make sure you're safe, happy, and not recorded doing something stupid. He’ll keep some recordings though. You know, as payment for his services.

You’re a stupid drunk, forgetting simple things like putting on your shoes when you reach the boardwalk is not unexpected. He takes you home and he just resigns to staying because he knows how miserable you’re gonna be in the morning. You are groaning in the morning and he really wants to laugh but he does like these moments.

MCU!PETER (Paper cranes)

He wanted to do a project with you but he didn’t want to be seen as a child, so; paper cranes. He tells you about the origins, how the crane in Japanese myth lives a thousand years and that’s why you need to make a thousand of them. When you ask if he bought a thousand papers and he says yes, you then ask if he thinks you can do them all in a day. He realizes how long that would take and apologizes.

You, of course, do it with him because it is a fun activity and the promise of a wish is nice even if it might not happen. But it’s broken up in sections, starting from mid-December to the new year. He loves this time with you. Hanging out together outside of work is a nice thing, always.

At the end of it you offer him the wish because you don’t really have anything to wish for. Without thinking he says, “I want to stay in today forever.” And you didn’t understand he meant with you because it was a day off and everyone wanted days off. So you laugh and say it won’t come true because he said it out loud. When he pouted you just told him to make a new one in his head. I’m gonna give you a hint; it’s a lot less vague than the last one.

PETER B. PARKER (Ice skating)

You were super excited when he said you weren’t going to the gym. But that bubble popped when you pulled up to the ice rink. Your displeased face made him chuckle, telling you to lighten up as he gave you a present. It was a really nice pair of ice skates. You ask him if he thinks you’re gonna use these throughout the year and he says no, but that’s not your only gift for the year, just the one you get that day.

Peter, as someone who works out regularly with you, has no problem on the ice. Unfortunately, you do not have the best balance, ironically something you were working on in the gym. He has enough empathy to help you but only after seeing you fall a few times. Skating around hand in hand is embarrassing for you, because you feel like a child, but it is nice to have this light-hearted afternoon with him. At one point when you lose your balance he saves you from hitting your head on the ground but you end up in a weird back bend and he stretches in an abnormal way to stay up. It is very uncomfortable and not at all Hallmark.

After sustaining bruises, you go for a much needed drink. You had hot cocoa and he insisted he needed coffee. It was a nice moment of silence. Until people started to come up to you two. Christmas is a very busy time and everyone is feeling grand and bold. Trying to start a romance during this time is not uncommon, especially because both of you are hot. But after the day was highs and lows you both had fun.

MILES MORALES (Charity play)

You spent the better part of November and December helping a winter play that all proceeds go to helping people living paycheck to paycheck get the help they need, not only toys for their kids but clothes and stable jobs. It is by pure chance you ended up as a cast member. A supporting role, an elf who makes gifts slower because they make them with each kid in mind. Miles almost turned down his chance but then he found out it was the character yours focused on he took it. He didn’t know how he felt about playing a grouchy snowman but he sucked it up.

Best believe his family came to one of the shows. His parents, his uncle, aunties and cousins. And they were loud too. You found it endearing but his mom fussing over him made him want the floor to just open under him. The younger cousins were all over you, one claiming it was love at first sight and how he would marry you. Miles started shooing away his family faster.

After everything you told him how glad you were to have him with you through this entire thing, that you believed in the cause and it was a lot of fun doing this with him. He freezes for a minute like a computer getting a factory reset. He tries to be cool but ends up stumbling over his words, it’s very cute.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

[cosbug]

Someone on here said “I love the way you draw Andrew” and that was enough for me to draw for the full 48 hours after HDHAH

Thank you so much to that person for the compliment and the motivation RAH <3

I’m going to clean up the linework some more but was way too excited to share, I’m kinda proud of this one

(Edit: I cleaned it up a little >:D TOP LEFT SPIDEY GAVE ME ISSUES FR 🫡)

[djarin]

Just let me go. Anything but... knives!

The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) dir. Marc Webb

[ayo-edebiri]

The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) dir. Marc Webb

[iridescentparkers]

lessons in sexting ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

warnings: very suggestive! (18+)

“PETER!” you exclaimed, and he dropped inside of your bedroom window. You lay on your shared bed where you once waited for him to arrive. He yanked off his mask and crawled between your legs, quickly placing his hand along your waist and head buried in your chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I can never go outside again,” he muffled, turning his face to the side as he remained on your chest. 

“What are you talking about?”

He dug around in his pocket before grabbing his phone and scrolling to find a picture of himself. Lying down, his sight refused to meet yours as his head remained turned to the side, and he raised his phone to your face. “Read the text.” 

The photo was quite…shameful. In the photo, the phone was angled downwards towards the bottom half of his thin, sweaty suit. Peter was unbelievably hard and gripping his erection above the material. The upper half of the photo showed Peter’s teeth gripping his mask, drippings of sweat falling down his face. Underneath it was a text that read, “Baby, I miss you <3” 

“I didn’t get this text-” 

“Look up,” he murmured, and you moved your eyes to see that he sent it to Harry. You couldn’t help but laugh, Peter then groaned into your body and placed his hands on his face. 

“Is business rough these days? I didn’t realize Spiderman offered this kind of service.” You laughed, slamming his phone down on the bed. 

“Please.” he began, “He hasn’t responded 'cause it's late but I know he will never let this die.” 

“I don’t know if I will either!” 

“I missed, you!” He exclaimed. “It was getting boring and hot in that suit.”

“If it helps,” you whispered, running your fingers through his unkempt hair. “You looked good.”

“Really good?” He murmured, moving his eyes up to your face before placing kisses on the top of your breasts.

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, nodding as Peter moved to hover above your body, placing you beneath him as he kissed you deeply. “Really good.”

[lukreziaaa]

“Peter, I know things have been difficult lately and I’m sorry about that. I think I know what you’re feeling. Ever since you were a little boy, you’ve been living with so many unresolved things. Well, take it from an old man, those things send us down a road.

They make us who you are. And if anyone’s destined for greatness, it’s you, son. You owe the world your gifts. You just have to figure out how to use them. And know that wherever they take you, we’ll always be here. So come on home, Peter.

You’re my hero. And I love you.”

[marie-swriting]

Vous Iriez Bien - TASM!Peter Parker

Marvel Masterlist

Résumé : Tu passes un mauvais jour, heureusement ton petit ami sait quoi faire pour t'aider.

Warnings : neurodivergent!reader, crise de panique, pression scolaire, hurt/comfort, dites-moi si j'en ai loupé d'autres.

NDA : Ce one shot a été commandé par ma talentueuse meilleure amie @kaeinherworld ça a été un honneur pour moi de voir qu'elle voulait que je lui écrive un one shot donc, Kae, j'espère que tu l'aimeras autant que j'ai aimé ton one shot Stefan Salvatore que tu m'as écrit il y a des années (et contrairement à toi, je ne le supprimerai pas !) ❤️

Nombre de mots : 2.2k

Version anglaise

Prompt utilisé : "Person A is having a panic attack and they desperately try to hide it, but Person B sees right through them and knows the right thing to do to calm A down." (Personne A a une crise de panique et iel essaye désespérément de la cacher mais Personne B voit clair dans son jeu et sait la chose à faire pour calmer A) de cette prompt list faite par @creativepromptsforwriting

Chanson qui m'a inspiré : Love The Hell Out Of You par Lewis Capaldi

C’était trop. Si on t’avait demandé de définir cette journée, tu aurais répondu que c’était trop. Trop de stress. Trop de bruit. Trop de personnes. Trop de tout. 

Dès ton réveil, tu avais ressenti que cette journée ne serait pas la meilleure et les heures suivantes l’avaient confirmé. Ce jour-là était particulièrement éprouvant à la fac. La fin du semestre se rapprochait à grand pas et la pile de devoirs à rendre et de révisions à faire s'agrandissait au même rythme. Ta concentration et ta motivation avaient de plus en plus de mal à rester à tes côtés Tu n’avais qu’une hâte pouvoir profiter de tes vacances pour - enfin - souffler et t’isoler. 

En plus de la pression de la fac, tu n’avais pas pu voir Peter de toute la journée. Même si vous n’aviez pas les mêmes cours, vous trouviez toujours une solution pour vous retrouver pour manger le midi ou au moins une dizaine de minutes durant l’après-midi. Malheureusement, le vendredi était ta journée de cours la plus chargée, il vous était impossible de vous voir sur le campus, par conséquent, tu étais encore plus à cran. Certes, tu allais passer la nuit chez lui pour votre visionnage hebdomadaire de Star Trek, mais tu voulais être dans ses bras le plus vite possible.

Quand ton professeur finit son cours - non sans rajouter un énième devoir, tu rangeas tes affaires. Malgré la boule toujours présente dans ton ventre, tu pouvais enfin respirer un peu plus facilement. Cependant, tu attendais de poser les yeux sur ton petit ami pour prendre une vraie inspiration.

En arrivant chez toi, tes parents ne prirent pas le temps de te saluer ou de te demander comment s’était passé ta journée, ils se dépêchèrent de faire un commentaire désobligeant à propos de tes notes sans même savoir de quoi ils parlaient. Ton anxiété commençait à se transformer de plus en plus en frustration et tu fis tous les efforts du monde pour ne rien répliquer, tu tenais au peu de calme qu’il te restait encore. Sans leur lancer un regard, tu montas dans ta chambre et refermas la porte sans perdre une seconde avant de t’allonger sur ton lit. 

Tu avais encore une petite heure avant que Peter finisse son dernier cours. Tu en profitas pour te déconnecter de cette atmosphère anxiogène. Tes écouteurs à réduction de bruit dans tes oreilles, tu pris le livre sur ta table de chevet, Le Seigneur Des Anneaux - tu n’aurais su dire combien de fois tu l’avais lu. Ce qui était censé t’apporter du réconfort te frustra un peu plus. Ton esprit était trop surmené pour réussir à se concentrer sur ta lecture et le fait d’avoir été au contact d’autant de stimulis au fil de la journée n’arrangeait rien. Agacée, tu refermas ton livre dix minutes plus tard et attendis Peter avec impatience. 

Le soulagement pouvait se lire sur ton visage quand tu entendis Peter frapper à ta porte. Inconsciemment, tu jetas un coup d'œil par la fenêtre. Il n’était pas rare pour Peter de venir te voir avant ou après sa patrouille et comme il devait se faire discret, il te rejoignait en passant par ta fenêtre. 

Après avoir rangé tes écouteurs et ton livre dans ton sac, tu le pris en main et retrouvas Peter à l’entrée. Il t’embrassa pour la première fois depuis la nuit dernière. Le baiser était rapide tout en étant rempli d’amour. Il prit ton sac et le plaça sur son épaule pendant que tu te saisissais de sa main. Suite à ce contact, tes épaules se relâchèrent légèrement. 

Sur le chemin, Peter fit la discussion, te racontant sa journée. En temps normal, tu lui aurais répondu avec passion et n’aurais pas arrêté de lui raconter toutes les pensées qui traversaient ton esprit, mais la fatigue de la journée était plus forte alors tu restas silencieuse. Peter étant un petit ami bienveillant et te connaissant depuis l’enfance, il remarqua ton mutisme instantanément, mais ne commenta pas. En seulement un regard, il avait compris que ta journée avait été longue. Tout en continuant de parler, il prêta attention à tes gestes, se préparant à réagir si tu avais besoin de quelque chose.

Le chemin jusqu’à chez Peter ne t’avait jamais semblé aussi long. Tu t’étais retenue de soupirer de nombreuses fois dans le métro. 

Une fois chez lui, vous vous rendîtes dans la cuisine où vous saluâtes rapidement Tante May qui devait partir au travail. Quand vous fûtent seuls, Peter récupéra deux verres ainsi qu’une bouteille de soda alors que tu sortis du pop corn pour votre soirée. 

Dans sa chambre, Peter te donna un de ses tee shirts que tu mis rapidement, voulant sentir son parfum sur toi. Son tee-shirt ressemblait plus à une robe mais cela ne te dérangeait pas. Peter enfila également une tenue plus confortable. 

Une fois allongés sur le lit de Peter, tu te mis sur ton côté gauche, la tête posée sur le torse de ton petit ami pendant que l’ordinateur était sur ses jambes et le bol de pop corn entre vous deux. Lors des premières minutes de Star Trek Into Darkness, tu arrivas à te concentrer puis tu repensas à la fac malgré toi. 

La pensée avait à peine effleuré ton esprit mais ça avait été suffisant pour te distraire. Mentalement, tu faisais la liste de tout ce qu’il te restait à faire. Plus tu réfléchissais et plus tu prenais conscience que tu avais encore beaucoup de travail. En sentant tes mains commencer à trembler, tu compris que la crise de panique n’était pas loin. Tu essayas de prendre de profondes inspirations discrètement, espérant ne pas attirer l’attention de Peter - ses sens décuplés pouvaient te trahir à n’importe quel moment. Quand ton cœur se mit à battre à toute vitesse, tu sus que c’était peine perdue. Dissimulant ta respiration saccadée du mieux que tu pouvais, tu tentas de sortir du lit normalement, les larmes aux yeux. Tu n’eus pas le temps de bouger une jambe que Peter était déjà tourné vers toi, les sens en alerte. Il posa l’ordinateur et le bol de pop corn sans ménagement sur le sol et t’invita à t’asseoir comme il faut. Tu portas la main sur ta poitrine, la douleur devenant plus forte et au même moment, tes larmes commencèrent à couler sur tes joues. 

Peter te regardait sans te toucher, craignant d’aggraver la situation - il savait que tu n’étais pas fan du contact physique alors il faisait toujours attention à respecter ton espace personnel, surtout dans ce genre de situation. Rapidement, il cacha son affolement, tu avais besoin de le voir calme. 

-Hey, ça va aller, t’assura Peter. Est-ce que je peux prendre ta main pour la poser sur mon cœur ?

Tu hochas la tête avec difficulté pour répondre. Délicatement, il prit la main qui était sur ta cuisse dans la sienne. Son emprise sur ta main était légère, te laissant ainsi la liberté de la retirer si tu changeais d’avis. Il posa ta main sur son cœur et il te fit un regard rassurant avant de rajouter : 

-Très bien. On va respirer ensemble lentement. Tout va bien. Ça va aller, Y/N, répéta-t-il. Tu es en sécurité. Prends une profonde inspiration par le nez et expire par la bouche, invita Peter en le faisant avec toi. Regarde nos mains sur ma poitrine. 

À sa phrase, tu fis ce qu’il dit. En continuant de regarder le point fixe, tu pouvais sentir le cœur de Peter battre calmement à travers ta main, t’aidant ainsi à te sentir plus protégée. Tu respirais encore avec difficulté mais au bout de la cinquième inspiration, ton cœur ainsi que tes larmes commencèrent à se calmer.

-Tout va bien. Tu vas bien, murmura Peter.

Quelques minutes plus tard et grâce à l’aide de Peter, tu arrivas enfin à retrouver une respiration normale. Il arrêta de parler, t’autorisant à reprendre tes esprits à ton rythme. Tu gardas les yeux sur vos mains pendant quelques secondes de plus, appréciant le calme. Les yeux de Peter ne te quittèrent pas, faisant attention à ce que la crise ne reprenne pas. 

Quand tu te ressaisis, tu arrêtas de fixer vos mains pendant qu’un sentiment d’embarras t’envahit. Tu évitas le regard de Peter tout en essuyant tes joues mouillées avec ta main libre. Ce n’était pas la première fois que Peter était témoin d’une de tes crises de panique, mais tu n’aimais pas être autant vulnérable devant lui. Tu retiras ta main de son torse et commenças à jouer avec tes doigts. Tu n’osais pas briser le silence en premier et Peter l’avait bien compris. 

-Tu veux qu’on en parle ? 

-Il y a pas grand chose à dire, déclaras-tu avec une voix légèrement plus grave à cause de la fatigue. 

-Ça ne t’était pas arrivé depuis un moment, remarqua Peter. 

-La fin du semestre aide pas vraiment à ne pas être anxieuse. 

-Il y a autre chose.

En entendant son affirmation, tu ne pouvais t’empêcher d’être légèrement agacée. Il te connaissait par cœur. Malgré tous tes efforts, tu ne pouvais rien lui cacher alors tu lâchas un soupir avant d’admettre à contrecœur : 

-Ce n’était juste pas vraiment mon jour. Ce n’est rien. Je vais bien, mentis-tu en te forçant à le regarder pendant une seconde. 

-Tu sais que tu peux tout me dire. Tu sais aussi que ça ne me dérange pas de t’écouter et de t’aider, te rappela-t-il tendrement. 

-Je sais.

-Je le pense, Y/N. Tu m’as toujours aidé, surtout après que je sois devenu Spiderman donc c’est normal que je te rende la pareille. 

-Je veux juste pas être un fardeau pour toi, avouas-tu avec difficulté.

-Tu ne l’es pas et tu ne le seras jamais. Je ferai tout pour toi. Tu m’as tellement aidé et aimé alors sache que je t’aimerai toujours autant. 

Ignorant quoi lui répondre, tu te penchas vers lui et posas tes lèvres sur les siennes. Vous vous embrassâtes avec lenteur, appréciant la présence de l’autre. Avec ce baiser, tu voulais partager tout ton amour et ta gratitude à Peter. Il savait quoi dire pour te faire te sentir mieux et tu savais qu’il était sincère dans chacun de ses mots. Tu savais qu’il le pensait quand il disait qu’il ferait tout pour toi. Peter t'aurait amené le paradis si c’était ce dont tu avais eu besoin. Il aurait pris toute ta douleur s’il avait pu et il t’aurait souri en le faisant. Il aurait fait tout ce qui était possible et impossible pour toi et tu en serais à jamais reconnaissante. 

Peter te laissa prendre le contrôle du baiser, te permettant de retirer tes lèvres quand tu le souhaitais. Quand tu le fis, tu regardas Peter avec tendresse alors qu’il te faisait un sourire avec la même douceur.  

-On peut en parler plus tard, si tu préfères, te dit-il, sachant que tu avais besoin du temps. Tu as besoin de quelque chose ? 

-Je veux bien que tu me passes mes écouteurs et qu’on reste allongés pendant un petit moment, répondis-tu lentement.

Peter récupéra ce que tu voulais dans ton sac et te tendit les écouteurs. Tu les plaças dans tes oreilles, le silence te réconfortant un peu plus alors que Peter se réinstallait dans le lit. Tu ne te collas pas complètement à ton petit ami, ayant besoin d’un peu d’espace, mais tu te saisis de sa main droite et jouas avec ses doigts. Tu lâchas un grand soupir alors que Peter te regardait faire, toujours sur le qui-vive au cas où. 

Vous restâtes dans cette position jusqu’à ce que le soleil se soit couché. À un moment, tu fermas même les yeux sans dormir. Quand tu te sentis enfin un peu mieux, tu retiras tes écouteurs et ouvrir les yeux. Peter te fit un léger sourire auquel tu répondis avant de prendre la parole : 

-Tu veux un thé ? J’ai tout pour ton thé préféré.

-Qu’est-ce que j’ai fait pour te mériter ? demandas-tu rhétoriquement, ton sourire grandissant et en le regardant les yeux remplis d’amour. 

-Tu as frappé Josh Stewart quand on avait six ans car il avait jeté mes affaires au sol, répondit-il, te faisant lâcher un rire, le souvenir de votre première rencontre en tête. Alors, un thé ?

-Je veux bien. 

-Je reviens tout de suite. 

Après t’avoir embrassé sur le front, Peter quitta sa chambre. Quelques minutes plus tard, Peter revint avec une tasse dans les mains. Il te la donna pendant que tu t’asseyas sur son lit, le dos contre le mur. Tu pris une grande gorgée, appréciant le goût du thé noir avec du citron vert, de l’orange et de l’épice. Tu gardas la tasse entre tes mains alors que Peter récupéra le livre dans ton sac. Il n’avait pas besoin de te demander pour savoir que tu en avais amené un avec toi, tu avais toujours un livre sur toi, peu importe la situation. Peter rigola légèrement en voyant que tu relisais Le Seigneur Des Anneaux. Il te rejoignit sur le lit, s’installant à tes côtés. Pendant qu’il ouvrit le roman, tu te blottis contre lui. Peter passa son bras droit autour de tes épaules, te rapprochant de lui. Tu bus une nouvelle gorgée et Peter reprit la lecture là où tu l’avais laissée. 

En écoutant Peter lire, tu ne pus t’empêcher de te sentir reconnaissante d’avoir Peter dans ta vie. Il savait parfaitement quoi faire et dire pour t’aider à aller mieux. Tu n’aurais pu imaginer un meilleur petit ami. Tu savais qu’il y aurait d’autres moments où tu n’irais pas bien comme ce jour-là, tout comme Peter aurait ses mauvais jours, mais tant que vous étiez ensemble, vous iriez bien.

Marvel Masterlist

{Ceci est mon blog secondaire donc je répondrai aux commentaires sous le pseudo @marie-sworld}

[whiskeyswriting]

Peter’s Way Home Masterlist

💭summary: Bad Timing. That was always your curse. Will timing ever be on your side and give you a chance with Peter?

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{ Playlist }

Preview

Chapter 1: Peter’s Ladybug

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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[ask-the-spider-gang]

So what up?

Peter 2: Honestly, what isn’t up. Besides my sleep, which I’ve honestly lost almost entirely. Does anyone know anything? Please, I need to see him, to talk to him… he worships that Stark asshole, somebody’s got to…

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Peter 1: Uh… I’m so glad I got my GED and left when I did. I’ve been patrolling different parts of the city to stay away from Two. I saw Deadpool and swung in the opposite direction. I’ve been staying with Hardy… and yeah, that basically sums up the past month and a half.

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Peter 3: I took Steven to a con! I’ve been helping Steven, Marc, and Jake figure some stuff out… they’re pretty cool. We’ve been fighting a few villains, but in general, life’s been… okay. I’m worried about Two and One, though, I’d kinda hoped this would just… blow over, y’know?

[junkfoodcinemas]

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2012 | dir. Mark Webb