spiderling ; reader imagines

Everything about you || P.P.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and descriptions of anxiety

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Over the many years you've been lucky enough to call peter your friend, you learned that he's a bit of a nervous wreck. you'll find him stumbling through sentences and blushing red half the time.

You've also learned how to help him when those moments come about. you're there for peter through every single one, each step of the way.

today, that entails being his emotional support at the dentist of all places.

that's right. Spider-Man is afraid of the dentist.

"hey... you doing okay, pete? i can literally feel you shaking," you laugh softly and place a hand on peter's bicep in an attempt to steady him. he gulps, staring down at his leg that's bouncing next to yours. "not really. freaking hate it here so much, y/n."

the receptionist at the front desk calls up a patient. peter flinches, but eventually lets himself relax when he realizes it's not him.

grinning, you tilt your head to the side. peter watches you from his peripherals. "oh, you do? i had no idea," you tease. "ugh, shut up. it's torture!" he defends, his lips pressing into a frown. "no matter how much I floss, I always leave this place with my mouth gushing blood."

his words make you audibly cringe. "alright, too much info," you shove his arm. "I'm surprised 'cuz you have the perfect smile."

peter feels butterflies rush through his body, both from his nerves and your simple compliment.

"you think so?" he glances at you over his shoulder. "truly. c'mon, parker. lemme see those pearly whites." you reach over and pat his cheek gently, hoping to cheer him up. peter can't help but beam, his face getting warm under your touch.

"there we go. feeling any better?" you ask and shoot peter a smile of your own. "uh, just a little. I'm still pretty terrified, to be honest," he admits, scratching at his gelled hair while he peers around the waiting room.

because you know peter so well, you've got a couple more ideas of what could calm him down.

your palm facing up, you hold a hand out in front of him. "you like to play with stuff when you get nervous, right? I sacrifice my hand as tribute." peter perks up, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. his puppy eyes lock with yours. "you... you noticed that?"

"of course I noticed. I notice everything about you," you speak quietly and wiggle your fingers as an invitation.

peter takes a moment to let your words settle before running his thumb along your palm, then intertwining his fingers with yours. he rests your connected hands on your thigh, a proper grin crossing his features. leaning in closer to you, peter makes the bold decision to kiss your cheek gently.

his lips linger on your skin for a few seconds. you're the one who ends up flustered this time, peter starting to toy with your fingers.

"thank you, y/n/n. thank you so much."