andrew garfield imagines

touch starved - peter parker

ship : TASM!peter parker x female reader

peter is touch starved.

warnings : swearing, mentions of death of a gardian, best friends

  the first thing you noticed about peter was how touch starved he was. the way he would flinch away from any touch you would give him, whether it was a simple touch on the shoulder to walk by him or a kiss on the cheek in a playful way. he would always shy away from your body when you would touch him.
  you had learned to be careful when giving him touch, not wanting him to be nervous around you or anything.
  it wasnt until may called you one day in a panic, telling you ben had died and she didnt know how to help peter. she practically begged you to come over - even though you would have  either way.
  you walked through the door and immediately wrapped may in a hug, letting her cry into your shoulder for a few minutes before she told you to go and see peter.
  you opened the door only to see your best friend in the whole world sitting in his bed, head in his hands as sobs wracked his body.
  "peter," you cooed, walking over to him carefully.
  you didnt want to touch him without his permission, remembering all the times you had before and he would just flinch away.
  "can i touch you?"
  you didnt need much confermation after his hands left his face for a moment so he could yank your body into his lap, straddling him. you linked your arms around his neck and his wrapped tightly around your waist.
  you let a few of your own tears fall when he wasnt looking, but you wiped them away as soon as they left your eyes.
  you lifted one of your hands and stroked the back of his head, playing with his hair as his sobs died down a bit.
  you could still feel some tears hitting your neck but you could tell he was too tired to keep crying like that.
  "lets lay down, peter. yeah?" you asked quietly in a soft tone. you waited patiently for a response.
  he nodded his head after a while and you crawled off his lap to guide him to the bed, catching a glimpse of his face. it was all red and slightly puffier than normal, his eyes were bloodshot because of all the crying. his undereye bags were obvious as if he hadnt slept in days.
  you grabbed his hand lovingly and walked slow towards his bed, laying down first and opening your arms for him.
  he accepted your offer, his head leaning down to rest on your chest and your legs intertwining down below. he tried not to crush you with all of his weight, hovering just a tiny bit off to the side. he had to admit it was pretty comfortable being with you. your hands played with the hair growing at his nape and scratched lightly on his scalp, putting him to sleep almost immediately.
  you worried about the next morning and how to handle the grief that would come with this, but you knew you had to be there for him every step of the way.
  "goodnight, peter," you said, not exactly wanting a response but instead just putting it out there. you planted a kiss on the top of his head, eventually drifting off to bed yourself.

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