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Sunburn

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: you refuse to put on sunscreen and end up with a bad sunburn

Word count: 637

“Come on baby, you need to put some sunscreen on,” Peter tells you while he slathers himself in some.

The two of you are currently on vacation at the beach, where it is super cloudy. You can’t even see the sun right now, let alone feel it’s warm rays on your skin.

You sit up from where you were laying on a towel, lifting your sunglasses up so you can look at Peter while you talk to him.

“I’m fine the suns not even out,” you tell your boyfriend. You lay back down and close your eyes, enjoying the calming sound of ocean waves. “I can’t even feel any heat or rays on my skin Petey. I’ll be fine.”

“Fine but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Your boyfriend goes back to sitting underneath the umbrella while you spend the rest of the day laying on a towel, not underneath and umbrella and with no sunscreen on.

“Come on honey it’s time to go,” your boyfriend says, helping you up after a few hours. When he grabs your arm, you yelp.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” you tell him, not wanting to let him know the real reason why you’re in pain.

“You sure baby?”

“Yep,” you say popping the p.

The two of you walk back to your rental house. The walk is short, but with your burns it feels agonizing.

Once the two of you make it back to the house, you quickly plop your stuff down and rush inside, excited to be able to sit down and not aggravate your burns.

You wince as you sit down, and at the same time your boyfriend walks through the front door. And of course he notices your wince, since he’s Spider-Man and has amazing hearing.

“Sounds like someone’s burnt.”

“I’m not,” you say indignantly. “My skin is perfectly fine.”

“Then why do you look like a lobster?”

“Well maybe that’s just my normal skin tone Peter.”

“Sure it is baby. So it wouldn’t hurt if I did this?” He asks, pressing a finger lightly into your arm.

You try to stop a cry from escaping your lips, but it comes out anyway

“Peterrrr,” you whine.

“I know it hurts baby but we need to put some aloe on that,” he says, trying to comfort you.

“Ok,” you grumble.

Peter walks down the hall and comes back with a bottle of aloe. He squirts some into his hand and gently touches your shoulder. You involuntarily wince, the light touch being too much for your delicate skin.

“I’m sorry baby. I know this hurts but you’ll feel better soon,” he says, being as gentle as he possibly can be with you. He rubs it into your shoulder and then moves on to the other one.

“Can you turn around for me? I wanna see if the backside of you is burnt.” You do as he asks and turn around so your back is facing him.

“It looks like the backside of you didn’t get burnt, just the front. Ok turn back around baby,” he tells you. You turn back around and he continues applying the aloe to your body until all of your burns are completely covered.

“Thank you Pete.”

“Of course baby. Anything for my little lobster,” he says giving you a kiss on the head. He carefully wraps his arms around you, avoiding your burns. You bury your head into his chest, laughing at the new nickname he just gave you.

“What you don’t like the nickname?” He’s teasing you and you know it. You pull your head out from his chest and look up at him.

“No Peter not really,” you say still laughing.

“Would you like my little crab instead?”

“I think that’s even worse Petey.”

“My little lobster it is then.”

“I guess it is.”

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Masterlist

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Drunk and in Love

summary: you're drunk and your boyfriend Peter takes care of you

Sunburn

summary: you refuse to put on sunscreen and end up with a bad sunburn

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Drunk and in Love

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

summary: you’re drunk and your boyfriend Peter takes care of you

Word count: 688

“You’re so pretty,” you drunkenly say to your boyfriend Peter. You’re sitting at a bar, your elbow on the table supporting your head. Peter, who is sitting in the chair beside you, turns, a smirk gracing his beautiful face.

“Yeah you think I’m pretty honey?” He asks you, soaking up your drunken state. Normally you never drank this much, so it was rare for Peter to ever see you like this. But he liked it, you were a very affectionate drunk. Constantly trying to touch him and compliment him, he couldn’t get enough.

“Mhm,” you say. “I think you’re gorgeous Petey. Like your hair is so swoopy and cool and your eyes are like super duper pretty,” you say, going on and on about how attractive you think he is.

Wanting your boyfriend to be closer to you, you reach a hand out to grab him, wanting to pull him to you, but you misjudge and end up grabbing his chair. He laughs at your lack of depth perception in your current state.

“It’s not funny Petey, I want you,” you whine. Tears well up in your eyes, frustrated that you're not in your boyfriend's arms right now.

“You’ve got me baby I’m right here aren’t I?” He asks. He gets up from his chair and stands next you, wrapping his arms around you. Your head falls into his chest, and you finally feel content.

“Now why don’t we go home and get you into bed.”

You don’t poke your head up or say anything, you just shake your head no against Peter’s chest, not wanting to get up and leave his warm embrace.

“Come on honey, don’t you wanna climb into a nice warm bed.” He tries to encourage you, but you’re determined to not leave just yet.

“I don’t wanna go to bed cause then I have to leave you,” he can feel tears falling now and he realizes that in your drunken state, you’ve misunderstood him.

“I’ll be right there next to you honey. You don’t have to leave me.”

“I don’t?” he can hear you sniffle, but your tears are starting to dry up.

“No baby you don’t. I’ll be with you all night okay? You ready to go now?”

You nod yes and you try to stand up, but you wobble a little bit. Peter helps you stand up completely and walk out of the bar. His arm is around your waist the whole time, keeping you balanced and tucked into his side.

Peter’s apartment is right across the street from the bar, so the two of you are in his apartment before you know it. He helps you out of your shoes and then carries you to the bathroom. He gently sets you down on the counter as he rifles through the drawer to your left.

“Come here baby,” he says once he finds the things he needs. He wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you closer. His hand comes up to your face and he gently wipes a makeup wipe across your skin, removing all of your makeup. Then he helps you wash your face, brush your teeth, and put on your nighttime skin care routine. He lifts you up, carrying you over to the bed where he helps you put one of his old, oversized shirts on. He tucks you into bed and crawls in beside you.

“You ok baby?” He asks.

“No I want you closer,” you whine. You smooch closer towards him, wanting to be as close as possible but it’s still not good enough. You go to whine to your boyfriend again, but before you can he is wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you close to him, or at least as close as you can possibly be without burrowing into his skin.

“You good now baby?”

“Yeah,” you say, your face smushed against his chest, muffling your words.

“I love you Petey.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” he says back. The two of you lay together until eventually you both drift off to sleep, a happy smile on both of your faces.