♡ collections of imagines/smut that from a variety of shows, movies, etc. ♡
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"hey," your best friend's voice caught your attention, "how's today going?"
you glanced up to see peter parker, one of your best friends, beside you at your locker. he looked concerned, his brown eyes full of worry. his brown curls were a mess, but they looked good. in general, peter looked handsome today, donned in a pair of black jeans and a university of illinois hoodie.
"it could be better," you mumbled, shoving a book into the metal locker, "just happy that it's about to be last period."
"hey," he murmured, "ned informed me during fourth period that you started your um, cycle-, er, once a month thing, early. so i bought you some feel better stuff."
you widened your eyes as he pulled out a bag of dinamitas, some gushers, and a glass bottle of your favorite iced coffee from his book bag. you melted at the gesture. typically, you would be furious with ned for telling peter, but peter was being incredibly sweet with buying your favorite snacks.
"thank you," you beamed at him, noticing his cheeks were a rosy red, "i thought telling ned was a little bit too much information, but i think it worked out."
peter smiled slightly, "yeah! and if you aren't feeling well or anything, text me, okay? i can come over and help you feel better."
"just you?" now it was your turn to blush.
"mhmm," peter nodded, "may has the best heating pad in queens. if you want it, i can swing by tonight."
"okay," you beamed, accepting his offer, "i probably will. the best heating pad i have is some rice in a sock."
"just let me know," peter gave you one last smile before the bell rang. you two walked off in the direction of your classes, but you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all.
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tears spilled onto your cheeks, and a wave of pain rocked through you. it was about one in the morning, and your cramps were killing you. the midol you took right before you went to bed was not helping at all, as more and more pain grew from your abdomen. even though it was a week night, you wanted to text peter regardless.
you picked up your phone, texting peter.
hey i'm really sorry it's past one, and on a weeknight. but i can't sleep. these cramps are killing me, parker.
your phone buzzed immediately. you glanced at the screen, relieved to see it was a response from peter.
i'm on my way. don't worry, i'm bringing the heating pad.
