andrew garfield imagines

scars - peter parker

ship : TASM!peter parker x female reader

warnings : swearing a little bit. talk about self harm. if that triggers you and/or makes you uncomfortable please do not read this story.

the reader is insecure about her self harm scars, but peter makes sure to let her know how much she loves her and all of her. including every scar she has.

you had your sleeve rolled up, looking at the dark scars that lined your wrists and arms, not even thinking about your thighs at the moment.
"hey baby," peter said, walking in as you quickly rolled back down your sleeve and put on a smile.
"hey," you said, hoping it didnt sound too unnatural.
he gave you a weird look before speaking again. "i was just wondering if you wanted to go swimming tonight, just the two of us."
peter knew how uncomfortable you were with anyone seeing your scars, you had opened up to him about your selfharm before you guys even started dating when he had helped you stop. he made sure to add in 'just the two of us' at the end so you wouldnt think he was putting you in that position.
"um, no thank you, id rather watch a movie or something," you said, even though you had always loved swimming and he knew that.
"[Y/N], you havent taken off your sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt this entire summer. im worried about you, come swim."
you shook your head, fighting the tears that pooled in your eyes. you quickly wiped your eyes with your sleeve, not thinking that he had noticed.
"hey, whats the matter?"
you almost broke down at the statement, accidentally letting the tears fall down and silently crying.
"hey," he spoke softly, walking up to you and kneeling in front of the bed. he put his hand on your arm and you pulled it away. "is that what this is about?"
you nodded, feeling defeated. you sobbed, your entire body shaking as you covered your face in your hands.
peter wrapped his arms around you and let you cry into his shirt, not caring that you would probably get mascara all over it. he pulled you up so you could straddle his lap and his hands could wrap around your waist.
"youre okay, ive got you." he stroked your hair softly and kissed you ever so often so that you knew he was still there for you. "you're beautiful, every scar, every dimple, every mark. you're gorgeous, my love."
after your crying had calmed down, he looked at you and wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. you nodded and kissed his palm when he cupped your cheeks.
"thank you," you whispered.
"we can watch a movie, you dont need to do anything, honey."
you shook your head yes, and leaned back onto his shoulder, just staying like that for a little while.
"i love you so much, thank you," you spoke after a bit.
"i love you more, baby. and i really mean it, [Y/N]. youre perfect, i love everything on your body. nothing could look bad on you."
you smiled wide into his shoulder.
oh god, you loved this boy so fucking much.

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