#love peter

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not to Bake Off on main but

EXCUSE ME??

EXCCCUUUSE ME???

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Love, Peter

*Not My Gif*

Requested: Nope

Post Date: 2-10-20

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

~Master~

~Marvel Master~

Warnings: Slightly depressed reader

It was no secret to your boyfriend that you struggled handling your depression. Peter has been by your side for years, always looking to make you feel better, more like yourself. He knew everything that made you feel grounded again.

Including drawing on yourself.

Peter sat in your desk chair, watching you out of the corner of his eye. You were supposed to be studying math, and you had been for the last hour or so, but after after a while, you had given up trying to understand the book in front of you. Your pencil was replaced with your favorite pen and you followed the advice of your therapist a few years ago.

“If you ever feel like harming yourself or feeling detached, or sad, pick up a pen.”

You didn’t know if she wanted you to draw on your skin or a sheet of paper, but when you came in the next week with your whole legs covered with black pen, she wasn’t surprised. In fact she looked proud that you followed her instructions, and it actually made you feel better. As you first started, your legs would be filled with drawings and words, most of them not nice things for you wrote down the things you were thinking. All the awful thoughts going through your head.

Right here with Peter though, your thoughts weren’t coming through the pen as clearly as they normally did. Peter couldn’t help but look over seeing the words “dumb” and “idiot” quite a few times before he slammed his book shut.

You jumped at the sound, messing up your already sloppy drawing as you looked at Peter.

“Let’s take a break.” He offered as you nodded, choosing not to speak. Peter didn’t press you for a vocal response as he suggested a movie and you nodded silently. You scooped up the bundle of blankets you were using, trying to hide your newest drawings on your upper thigh as best as you could. Peter helped you out into the living room, pouring you both some hot chocolate before joining you on the couch. You rested against Peters shoulder, falling perfectly in place as Peter turned on your favorite movie. He glanced down at you, kissing the top of your head and smiling when he felt you wrap your arms around him.

It was pretty late when the movie ended and you were fast asleep, your body having shifted so your head laid on Peters lap. Peter took a deep breath, his lips turning up when he looked down at you cuddled into him. He brushed a strand of hair out your face, letting his fingers linger on your jawbone, thanking the fact you were a very deep sleeper. He knew lately you’d taken a hit in your mental health but he also knew you well enough to know you were feeling better than most times. It was only when you swung your leg out from the blanket did Peter tear his eyes away from your face. Those words and more stared back at him once again.

Dumb.

Idiot.

Worthless.

Unlovable.

He knew some of them were a little old, the faded scribble showing him you most likely wrote them yesterday or something. But it didn’t help that you felt them. Peter wanted to help you. He wanted to show you that you weren’t alone in this. He was here, right here, for you.

You woke up that next morning without the warmth of Peter next to you. You were still on the couch though, Peter having made sure you comfy before he left, but he didn’t wake you up. Peter always wakes you up.

You looked around the room from the couch, clutching the blankets tighter to your body before seeing a letter and your pen sitting on the coffee table in front of you. You grabbed the paper, opening it up to see Peters messy, adorable writing.

Y/N,

I know you were trying to hide it, but I saw what you wrote on your leg last night. I’m sorry I let you feel that way when I was sitting 10 feet away. Next time, you tell me, I promise I’ll help with your troubles if you’ll let me.

You know you’re my world Y/N.

Love,

Peter (Parker) ❤️

P.S. I hope you don’t mind but I might’ve used your pen to remind you how much you mean to me. Look at your leg.

Your heart felt like it stopped as you read, but as you carried on you couldn’t help but tear up a little. You convinced yourself you didn’t deserve Peter, he was way to good for you. With much wait on your part, you ripped the blanket of your leg, gasping in shock at the sight of your right leg. It looked almost exactly like it did that first week you went to therapy, only this time you didn’t draw a single thing.

Peter did.

You ran your fingers across the marks of the silky pen, simple words dancing across your thighs as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Beautiful,” It said.

“Insanely smart.”

“A True Artist.”

“My best friend.”

You looked at some of the drawings he did, marveling at the fact you hadn’t caught him before a certain drawing caught your eye.

It was of when Peter asked you out. He wasn’t the best artist but you understood it enough. Peter bought you a bouquet of flowers that were bigger than your heads. You giggled at the memory, remembering him stuttering over his words before you grabbed his hand, helping him out. You moved on from the drawing, seeing many other drawings and then tiny hearts scattered around your skin. Some of them had spiderwebs connecting them, just small doodles Peter did that only made you smile thinking about a tired Peter doing this just to make you feel better.

You wanted to go find him, but you stopped at one of the words you scrawled across your mid thigh last night.

“Unlovable.” Peter had boxed the word up, a single strike line going through it and underneath in the most perfect Pete handwriting sat three little words.

“I love you.”

That’s when you finally turned into a river letting your tears follow down. It wasn’t the first time you said you loved each other but this felt different. It was Peter giving you strength, telling you no matter what that he was here for you.

And he wasn’t going anywhere.

A/N: Okay, so i wrote this mainly for my self as a pick me up cause I honestly needed it. So, tell me what you think please! I don’t know if it’s actually good writing. I wrote in in like a hour 🤫 also my legs may or may not be completely covered in pen right now giving me the idea to write this...

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[hikingstone]

I am once again watching Dawn of the Dead and peter shooting the zombies he found in the apartment unit with tears running down his face will always be one of my favorite moments in this movie

[peter-maxximoff]

no one:

Peter: anyway, magento is my dad

[chrissyglikesbooks]

ok so I don’t post many videos I normally just rant or theorise but this was too cute! I just had to get other people to watch it too!

https://youtu.be/AVjpVmZy5K0

The last trailer is a Romcom Trailer starting at the 11:39 mark and IT IS SO CUTE!!!

It’s called Love, Peter because it’s got 100% of the Love, Simon vibes and this Homecoming/ Love, Simon mashup may very well be cuter than the Love, Simon movie, that’s how adorable it is!

Raise your hand if you’d watch a Love, Peter movie! 🙋‍♀️

Some of the others are great.

The Drama one feels like a Peter’s parents just got divorced and his dad has ghosted on him and he’s acting out as a result Trailer. (And it feels like a great fic opportunity that I probably wouldn’t read because it’d be full of angst and I like fluff but all those angst lovers out there would probably love it!)

The horror trailer I couldn’t tell who the badguy was by the end... was Spiderman secretly a demon who’d possessed Peter and Toomes was gonna kill the evil spirit? I don’t know?

[jasntodds]

hey, about love, peter, uh, what the fuck bruh

OOPS lmao

Love, Peter