request: Hi love! Can I request a peter parker one shot or small blurb about Peter helping his girlfriend through panic attacks and living with anxiety? Thanks so much! (tumblr ate up the inbox message but luckily i copied it)
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“baby. you gotta breathe for me, okay?”. you can barely hear peter over your own wheezing. your anxiety had gotten the better of you, this was your second panic attack today. and for what reason? you’re not entirely sure. all you know is that it’s getting harder to breathe.
“y/n”. peter never calls you by your name. that only happens when he’s angry or worried. although he wasn’t showing it, the boy was terrified. he had never seen you this bad before and his usual tactics weren’t working. you had already tried to slow your breathing and name certain objects in the room, but you couldn’t focus at all.
so peter did what he did best. he just held you, and let you know that he was there for you.
peter sat on the floor next to your rigid figure and slowly peeled your hands away from your face. slowly, but surely, he positioned you so your back was in his chest. his back rested against his bed frame. peter comfortingly rubbed up and down your arms and thighs, quietly telling you that he’s here for you. eventually your breathing slowed down, enough for you to weakly call out his name.
“i’m right here, angel” he tells you. peter gives your temple a kiss as you cry softly, resting the back of your head against him. at least you stopped hyperventilating. this was progress.
“that’s it” he praises you. he laces one of his hands with yours and squeezes it. peter waits patiently with you until your cry dies down and becomes light sniffles. “good girl’ he whispers. you shift you weight and curl into him, resting your temple against his collarbone. peter rubs your back soothingly and it makes you sigh.
“i’m so tired” you whimper. your eyes flutter close after your statement. peter knows how much stress an attack can put on your body. which is why he doesn’t press you for anything more. he knows all you need is a good night’s rest.
“i know, i know” he says softly. the hardwood under him wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, but he’ll deal with the soreness later. all he cared about right now was making sure his girl felt better.
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Can you write where reader catches Peter singing and he’s actually good and he gets all flustered 😍😍
That is such a cute idea! You honestly made my day because getting to write this was awesome! I hope you like reading it just as much! If you want to, feel free to send me another ask, so I can know if you liked it! Thank you again for sending this in, love!
hidden talents
pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
warnings: beware of fluff, hints at nsfw content but not really
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Balancing all your groceries in one hand, you fumble around with your keys. Having found the right one, you open the door to your apartment by pushing it open with your shoulder. Quickly, you slip through the door, letting it click shut behind you.
After setting aside the bags, you take note of the burning lamp at the kitchen table, meaning Peter already is at home. You open your mouth to yell out a greeting, but quickly snap it shut again, making out his muffled voice from upstairs,
Is he singing?
Quickly shrugging off your boots and your coat, you remain careful not to make any noise so you won’t disturb him. You make your way up the stairs, fingers softly trailing along the wooden railing. Your gaze sweeps over all the photographs of you and Peter that you’ve taken over the years and you can’t help but lightly smile to yourself.
Having reached the top floor, you navigate towards where the sound of his singing his coming from. It’s the bedroom and luckily for you the door is slightly ajar, causing the notes to slip trough. Silently, you push open the door and spot him sitting on the windowsill.
His eyes are closed and his voice flows through the room in soft vibrations, totally catching you off guard. The dynamic of his voice feels foreign to you but not in the slightest bit displeasing. The lyrics smoothly roll off his tongue, hitting just the right pitch and you can’t take your eyes off him, no matter how hard you try.
You feel like your hammering heartbeat would be capable off giving you away, but he still hasn’t noticed you. Yet, you remain as motionless as possible, trying to savor some more of these seconds, where he doesn’t seem to have any care in the world but to put his voice out there through this song. In fact, he seems to be that far off that not even his spidey sense is aware of your presence.
You imagine how you must look, standing in the doorway, totally dumbstruck, mouth and eyes wide open.
Suddenly, your phone starts ringing sharply and you scramble to turn it off quickly whilst a few curse words slip out of your lips.
Of course this didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, who immediately jolts out of his relaxed position, instinctively taking on a fighting stance in typical Spider-Man fashion. Even is ring and middle finger curl up to push the trigger of his - luckily - unequipped web shooters.
“Oh my god,” he breaths out, tension collapsing in relief but immediately replaced by pure embarrassment, which makes itself known by tinging his cheeks in a rosy hue.
You’re still standing in the doorway, phone in hand, smiling sheepishly at him
“Did you- Did you hear that?” he quips self consciously, pointing in the windows direction.
You nod encouragingly. “Peter, you-“
“I know,” he interrupts, nervously shifting his weight from side to side. “I should really just stick to being Spider-Man - no pun intended - since singing doesn’t count as one of my best assets.”
“No!” you rush out, not wanting him to feel insecure about this for even one second when he really shouldn’t.
He still kind of avoids your gaze by staring at the wall behind you, as you approach him cautiously. Your hands find his tensed up shoulders, one of them tenderly sliding across his jawline to grasp his chin in your fingers. Loving smile on your face, you softly lead his gaze towards you. His eyes still shimmer with doubt and the blush still adorns his features but his lips quirk up slightly as soon as he takes in your expression.
“I won’t tell anyone about this, if that’s what you’re worried about. I promise I would never do that without your consent.” His hands settle on your waist, before you continue. “But Peter, that was incredible. Your voice is just-; After years of being together you still manage to amaze me with hidden talents like that. I can’t believe you kept this from me for all these years!” You jokingly swat his chest in an attempt to break the tension.
Still furiously blushing, he buries his face in your neck, arms coming to wrap you up in his embrace. You grin, lifting your hands to run them through his curls, gently tugging at the roots.
Pulling back after a few moments, he worriedly traps his bottom lip between his teeth, causing you to softly brush your thumb over his lip to release it.
“You really mean that?” he asks, catching your hand to place a soft kiss on your palm.
“Of course, Pete” you confirm, happy to see that an easy smile has returned. “If you ever consider singing me another song, I’ll even contemplate forgetting that you tried attacking me with your web shooters,” you joke teasingly.
That makes him crack up, eyes brightly shining in amusement, embarrassment now entirely forgotten. In a sneaky motion, his hands tighten around your waist to pull you closer and he gently nudges you backwards until your calves hit the bed frame.
Carefully, he lowers your giggling form onto the mattress, his body coming to hover above you. Leaving one hand to support his weight, he trails his fingers over your face to lightly brush some strands of hair off your forehead. He sends you one last cheeky smile, before lowering his lips to your neck, softly kissing his way towards the sweet spot by your ear.
