IMAGINE !
o. PETER TRIES TO CHEER YOU UP
AFTER A ROUGH DAY . . .

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The cold, winter air was beginning to bitterly nip at your skin, attempting to snake beneath your multiple layers of clothes and envelop your body in a thick blanket of goosebumps.

Working your after-school job was definitely not on your agenda, but was instead forced upon you. To your dismay, one of your coworkers had practically begged you to take her shift, considering that she had a concert to attend later. Although you didn't have the will to work a five-hour shift (especially after receiving a heavy amount of homework), you remembered all the days she had called into the radio station with hopes of winning the tickets.

Your fingers trembled as soon as you pulled them out from your coat pocket, meeting the wonderful wind chill. Pushing open the entrance door to your apartment complex, you were relieved to feel the warmth radiating through the vents.

All you wanted was to curl up in a mountain of blankets and fall asleep to whatever movie was playing on the television.

Quickly taking your keys out of your backpack, you unlocked the door to your apartment. Before you opened the door, a whole other voice that you barely recognized was mumbled through the wooden slab.

As you kicked the door closed with your foot and let your backpack fall to the floor, the other yellow backpack made it clear that the unrecognizable voice you had heard from the outside belonged to none other than Peter Parker.

"Y/n! You're finally back," your mom/dad exclaimed, smiling at you from the living room. Peter grinned as you came into view, patting the spot next to him on the sofa.

Your mom/dad smiled at the adoration you had for one another. They excused their self and made their way to the kitchen. "I'll be making dinner if you need me."

In all honesty, you simply wanted to be in your room. Holding your hand out for Peter to take, you both made your way to your room. Almost as soon as you entered through the doorway, you plopped down on your bed face-first.

Peter laughed, laying down next to you without hesitation. On instinct, you adjusted your body so your head was laying on his chest, Peter happily wrapping his arm around your shoulder in return. "Rough day, huh?" He asked, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, feeling tears begin to pool up in your eyes. The absurd, tremendous amount of homework and your responsibilities had begun to build up to the point where you were slowly nearing your breaking point.

Having Peter's arms comfortingly wrapped around your body had always chased every last bit of negativity out of your mind - at least for the time being.

"Listen. You are the most hardworking person I have ever met and I'm extremely proud to have you as a girlfriend," Peter whispered against your forehead, pulling you closer as much as he could. "How about you choose a movie while I go grab something, yeah?"

"Sure," you affirmed as your body begin to slowly slide off the side of your bed. Pulling out the container of DVDs from beneath your bed, you sifted through each movie case, none of them poking at your interest.

Peter quickly came back to your room with a washcloth in his hands, a sweet and soft smile playing on his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed together with confusion, as you continued looking through the sets of movie discs.

He simply shook his head as his fingers found their way under your chin, lifting your gaze up towards his own eyes. His other hand slowly came up and dragged the cloth against your soft skin, wincing at the feeling of cold water on your cheek.

It became clear that Peter was simply taking off the last bit of makeup off your face - and it completely melted your heart. Sure, Peter was extremely sweet all the time, but this time it was different. There was care embedded in everything he did: from erasing the colors off of your face to simply having you entwined in his arms.

"You're too sweet," You pouted, now looking into his warm eyes. Peter's eyes melted into pure admiration before pressing a sweet and sentimental kiss to your lips. His lips lingered on yours before he quickly raced out of your room to place the cloth back in the bathroom, making sure he came back to you.

"Well, you're always there for me when I need to be stitched up, both metaphorically and physically," you laughed, not particularly wanting to remember the night you were by his side when he snuck out to the hospital. You were both sick to your stomach and worried about him. "I, uh, I love you. A lot, actually."

Your smile grew ten times larger, quickly standing up from your place on the hardwood floor and right in front of Peter. "Just to let you know, I love you too."

He quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and pressing another kiss to your lips. "This calls for ice cream and a Toy Story marathon."

⋆˚ ✩ ࿐AUTHOR'S NOTE
this is the cutest shit I've ever
written and that's a fact omg

I think taking a break from writing
really helped my writing process,
and moreover my mind.

but I'm glad to be back I love
you all sm!