Dream Of Me | Tasm!p.p

Dream Of Me | tasm!p.p

summary: this is something I thought of writing for @agnesamarantheastwood after I saw a personal post about her suffering from insomnia. V, you are the sweetest person ever, I really hope this makes you feel somehow happy and so very hugged, you're also a part of what made me come back to writing in here, so this is also a thank you.

In which Peter comforts reader after waking up to a panic attack caused by a heavy insomnia episode coming from his girlfriend.

pairing: Peter Parker (tasm!) x reader

genre: fluffy, comfort

involves: crying, cuddling, disney, top tier boyfriend!peter, a clueless author trying her best to write about insomnia

word count: 1,9k

Peter and you were dating for four months now, and you got to tell him once or twice about your troubled sleep schedule. He knew how melatonin pills and other meds usually helped you sleep and that you never got to the point of running out from those, either carrying them in your purse for nights at his house or travels or keeping a tidy mini stock of them on your bathroom counter.

However, Peter failed to notice how, even with the pills still there –though the stock remained untouched–, you were not really functioning to the best of your capacity. You kept yawning and the bags you usually already had under your eyes were now a deeper color each day, but you didn't mind running out of concealer sooner as long as it kept you from having that conversation with a worried Peter.

The truth is; for the four months-time you were dating, your boyfriend never got to see when insomnia got the worse of you. Peter never met the really sleep-deprived y/n, and that encounter kinda scared you. You knew that it wouldn't take long for it to get harder and harder for you to sleep, –you even though this time it was taking too long for another crisis–, but gosh it felt so good how you weren't taking longer than usual to fall in a deep slumber, so you decided to just enjoy that.

You were scared that the minute Parker met with the harsher consequences of you not having proper sleep, the second he caught you unfocused, zoning out and forgetting so many things like you knew you ended up doing on your worst cases, he'd realize it could be maybe a little too much, and maybe he'd leave.

You had to give Peter some credit, he has been nothing but a sweetheart to you, but the tiniest possibility of overwhelming your boyfriend –who was already busy with his own problems that felt like the weight of the whole city– left you feeling like you were too much work to him and it was unfair.

So this thought just added up to your anxiety as you tossed and turned in bed a little after two in the morning trying to find a good position for your body to just rest and sinfully thinking nonstop about how much sleep-time you already lost and everything you'll have to do tomorrow as your eyelids were firmly shut. gosh, you had to wake up at six.

You didn't even realize your body was shaking. Peter did though, –even if he was lucky to have already dozed off, he always noticed the breakdown of things, claiming that it was like he had an exclusive spidey-sense just for you.– Your boyfriend rolled up in the bed hugging you from behind, still lightly asleep, but that didn't help. Instead, you felt trapped and uneasy and you didn't know how to approach that in the absolute middle of the night.

You sighed, throat burning as you gulped, finally taking your phone out of under the pillow and putting it on the bedside desk, you had to try it one more time, you had to sleep.

You felt so absolutely conscious about everything around you and about your tucked body forming almost a ball of limbs under Peter's left arm, –which felt heavier than ever–. Peter cleared his throat as he opened his eyes, waking up alarmed by your troubled atmosphere. You were shaking.

"Hey..." His voice sounded raspy but firm. Peter took his hand away from your waist. "y/n, turn over, look at me... look at me," Peter cooed. As you turned over, he stared at your wide-eyed, distressed form and frowned just a little bit. "Hi," Peter said, you sniffled in response.

"It's okay, I'm here, look at me," He kept staring deep into your eyes, giving instructions so you would calm down "It's okay baby, I'm here now," Peter finally decided to touch you again, aiming his hand towards your shoulder, you hiccuped for air, still feeling that burning sensation on your throat. "Wow, you're sweating- breathe for me, okay? slowly... We need to slow this down, nice and soft."

Even if your boyfriend was the only one doing the talking, he didn't demand an immediate response from you as he noticed you slowly coming back to your senses and following his directions, eyes piercing through his as well, letting out long, shaky breaths. "Attagirl, you're doing amazing!", As your breathing pace came slowly back to normal, Peter's concealed fear was subsided, relief taking over. Of course, he has done it before, calming people down after rescuing some of them during building fires and other situations, he has never, though, calmed someone he deeply cared for during a situation he didn't know the reason. To see you cooling down meant to Peter that he was doing a good job, and, most importantly, that you'll be fine.

"Hold on to me, okay? Everything is okay, it's just me and you...," when you finally looked a bit more present, you were lying on top of him, holding onto him with both arms and an apologetic look on your face, "panic attack?" Peter finally asked, trying to understand what brought you to that previous state, you shook your head lightly, showing a thin smile, "I can't sleep." You stated simply but sighed deeply avoiding to stress over it again.

"Aww babe, I'm sorry; I just woke up and I felt something was wrong and then I heard your heart beating..."

"Sorry I woke you up, Pete." Guilt washed over a part of you, either you woke him up or he really did feel like something was going on and you disturbed his sleep.

Peter smiled reassuringly; "There's nothing to be sorry about, it's a good thing I'm here." You noticed how his features still looked sleepy, he ran a hand through your hair. "Keep breathing deep and slow. It's all good, beautiful, you're doing very good."

He chuckled under you, "You know, you should really consider keeping me around, I'm gonna have my uses..." He joked. When he woke up, feeling you shaking and listening to your loud heartbeat, his train of thought didn't fail to give him a lot of terrible-case scenarios and then some. He had yet to know if the lack of sleep you mentioned was caused by anything, or if he was experiencing the first time you had an insomnia case by his side. The possibility that his presence gave you anxiety made his heart feel small.

"Yeah? So I can use you?" You chuckled, giving a little twist to his joke. It was weird how cozy you felt right now even though your mind kept racing with different outcomes of Peter understanding the whole of your condition.

"Yeah you can use me anytime you want!" Peter's laugh probably would be considered too loud for the late hour as he blinked an eye at you. For a few moments, the both of you fell in silence, and the boy could still hear your rapid heartbeat. "Oh, wow! Your heart is still racing!" he whispered; as you frowned, he placed one of his hands over yours on top of your chest, waiting for a few seconds so you could feel the rhythm yourself. "See, that's crazy!" As you admired his surprise, Peter fell quiet for a short moment, before he could continue:

"Haering your heartbeat like this... feeling it, so fast... I don't like it, you know?" He rhetorically asked, chuckling a bit, "It makes me think like, I don't know like you're so fragile... I wanna take care of you" Peter concluded, preventing himself from rambling as he made his way to getting up, offering you some water. You stopped him by grabbing his arm, shaking your head slightly, "No, no, no I want you here."

"It's okay," He smiled, relaxing "I can stay, I'm not going anywhere- oh wait let me get a candle." Peter used of his already lifted torso and reached for your bedside table across from you. While he lit the candle with an electric lighter, you appreciated his caring aura, looking at his beautiful traces.

"You're staring." you smiled after hearing that, your boyfriend was back at your side, hugging you a bit. Deciding that you were silent for too long, you started to explain how you felt, trying your best to find the right words. "It just that, like, when it reaches a point when I'm really not sleeping, I get so out of it Pete, really, plus I could just black out anywhere sometimes because I'm so tired but my body won't accept proper sleep at the right time and-"

Peter sighed, using his tongue to wet his lips a little, "You know, when you're awake in the middle of the night, especially when going through a phase like that or when these things are on your mind, I wanna be awake too." You turned your head to look at him as if he had just said the craziest thing.

"I don't want you to be alone when you're in a moment like this... Come here, wait." It was as if he just thought of something really fast; Peter got up from bed, throwing his blanket a little, and you were onto doing the same when he quickly grabbed you bridal style, cooing something like "Come here my baby", he carried you two through the small hallway that divided the rooms on his suit, it felt messy as you kept the fluffy cover on your hands, and you giggled, asking him "What are you doing?" in a low tone.

As he got to the living room, Peter placed you on the couch and turned to the tv, looking for the remote. You sat comfortably with the blanket over you and legs tucked close to your upper body. Peter had put on Disney+, he knew a little about your comfort movies and tales, stuff that felt like small talk as you shared them on your first dates, but that he actually did remember.

"You know, If you don't sleep through this one we can put on Sleeping Beauty," Peter gave you a side smile while going to sit beside you, remote in hand and the old animation story of Robin Hood loading on the TV screen. "Ironically I know it's one of your faves." Peter continued as he made himself comfortable.

As the Rooster started to sing the Whistle Stop, barely a minute into the movie, your boyfriend started scratching your neck, feeling content when you hummed. "You remember the first time you told me you suffered from insomnia..? We were, like, two months in and you were having a little trouble to sleep?" You put your head on his shoulder, "I told you I'm okay with that. 100%, beautiful. I'm lucky to be with you regardless," His hand now caressed the place in between your ear and the nape of your neck and you closed your eyes, both enjoying the sensation of his touch, the song, and the feeling of relief that washed over you knowing that Peter would stick around, through heaven or high water.

"I love every itty bit of you", he hushed, you smiled, slowly turning your head to look at him again, "everything?"

"Yeah, even your toes, even your weird big one." Peter provoked, taking a loud cackle from you as he failed on shushing through his giggles. "Oh, no... that was bad." He could sense your smile through your voice as you moved your head back to his shoulder, scootching a bit so you were cuddling.

"I'm always at your service, m'kay? Babe, I love you." You felt completely relaxed as Peter murmured, eyes finally closing again as you now drifted off, finally, to the sound of your boyfriend's breathing and a comfort movie.

Science Says You Need It [p.p]

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Touch Starved!Reader

Warnings: swearing but otherwise pretty clean (weird right)

Request: HEY YOU, can I request a Peter Parker x touch starved best friend. Peter and her are having a movie night at her place and Peters like laying in her lap and he moves so she jokes around about being touch starved to get him back and Peter being the sweet boy he is fixes that problem and it’s all cute, fluffy and junk 🙄💗💗

Synopsis: Peter decides to make sure you receive physical affection when you joke about being touch starved.

a/n: long time no see

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You had never been one for physical affection. Expressing love and appreciation felt more normal through words. From you towards others and vice-versa. This need to deny most to all touching resulted in your yearning for it in the back of your mind.

Your best friend on the other hand was all over physical contact when you spent time together which was often. And never did anything that you were uncomfortable with because he was so soft and loving.

Peter didn’t neglect the thought of how special he must be for you to be okay with how much he would hold your hand when he was nervous or the number of times he wraps his arms around your waist.

He also paid attention to how you denied other cases of touching from others. The pretty boy who couldn’t go a minute without being consumed by his love for you. It made you feel safe and you honestly looked forward to it.

Maybe you’re both in need of someone to make you feel secure. But one of you is little more comfortable talking about it.

“You gonna watch the movie you got to pick or…,” you peered down at the boy laying with his head in your lap whose eyes had been focused on your features for the past twenty minutes.

He sputtered out an incoherent response you felt wasn’t in need of an explanation. Whenever you caught him staring at you, strings of “no I wasn’t” fell from his lips.

“Whatever you say,” you teased, your attention falling back on the bright screen.

When your hands found his hair, he was gone. Completely smitten. Relaxed and content. He likes when you play with his hair if you couldn’t tell.

Duh.

“I’ll be back,” he told you as he got up to put the pizza in the oven that hand just dinged.

“Seriously?” You whined, narrowing your eyes at him when he looked back at you with a worried expression on his face.

“But I thought you wanted pizza?” He questioned, genuine concern in his voice and you couldn’t keep the laugh from escaping your lips.

He frowned as you shook your head at his obliviousness to your sarcasm.

“No, I do,”  

“Okay, you just seemed upset,”

“I was kidding- not like I'm touch starved or anything,” you rolled your eyes and focused on the movie again while Peter contemplated what you said on the way to the kitchen.

You just told him you were joking so he tried not to think much of it. He knew you really only showed affection to him and seemed to enjoy it when he initiated the contact. But you got Peter thinking; what if you are touch starved?

The thought spun around his mind throughout the rest of the night, even when he felt the sleep begin to pull his eyes shut with his head resting on your shoulder.

—

Your best friend had been more touchy over the past few weeks, that’s for sure. You definitely didn’t mind because he was normally was, but now he seemed to be going out of his way.

Out at lunch the other day, he insisted you sit on the same side of the booth. He held your hand in his during the whole time you were there, even while you were trying to eat. When you questioned it he just shrugged and gave you a shy smile.

Peter couldn’t deny this as an excuse to act as more of a couple in public. Others assumed you to be a couple anyway but now it is impossible to convince someone you didn’t have something going on.

How could he not have feelings for you when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

When you were hanging out in his room a couple of weeks ago, his hands wrapped around your waist while you were on your phone and pulled you close to him. It felt so nice to be held and feel protected.

Overall, Peter dedicated every opportunity possible to show you simple physical attention.

Now you’re back where you started. The two of you had cuddled up on the couch and you grew tired with your head laying on his warm chest.

“Y/n/n?” Peter whispered under you, “You just wanna sleepover?”

He only received a small hum from the body on him and took it as a yes. Carefully, he slid out from under you and picked you up to carry to his room. He gently set you in the bed, pulling blankets over you before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Night Y/n/n,” he told your sleeping figure, grabbing a pillow and blanket for himself.

He made an okay bed on the couch and shut the tv off. He too was quick to fall asleep once he got comfortable. As usual, images of you played in his mind while he drifted off.

You shifted a few times before realizing you were no longer within the toned arms of Peter Parker. It was a little off-putting but your eyes adjusted and you determined you were in his bed, minus him.

Out of curiosity, you got up and made your way to the hall in the dark. Trying to stumble as little as possible with the help of the city lights beaming in, you got to the living room where Peter’s senses had woken him up about two soft curses falling from your lips ago.

“There you are,” you stated quietly as you approached the couch, “Why are you out here?”

Peter had wondered the same thing himself before he fell asleep. Obviously, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable if you woke up in the middle of the night (even though you would be far from it).

But another reason was probably the not so simple fact that sharing a bed would be a little different than the last time you did it a couple of years ago when you actually were “just friends”.

Lol, you thought. Dumb ass, Peter Parker’s in love with you or some shit.

“I um…I figured you should just have your own space, I guess?” Hey answered quietly and you made out the nervousness across his features.

“You guessed very wrong,” you chuckled as a lazy smile came to your lips and you lifted the blanket from his body.

Without a word, you got back in your original position with your body on top of Peter’s, his heartbeat playing in your ear. His arms instinctively held you close and he silently celebrated you wanted him to hold you.

“Hey, Peter?” You spoke softly in case he was unconscious again.

“Yes?”

“Why are you so touchy with me?”

Shit, you noticed. But how could you not? 

“I uh- do you n- not like it?” He asked shyly and loosened his grip on your waist.

“No, don’t get me wrong I like it from you just not other people. I’m just wondering more why you’ve been doing it a lot these past few weeks,” you rested your chin on his sternum and saw his nose scrunch.

“Sorry I just thought- because of what you said- you would want me to do things more often but I’ll stop if-,”

“I said I like it so you can relax but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you thought back to anything you had told him recently but nothing came to mind.

“Remember, you said that you were touch starved?” He let out a nervous laugh and your eyes widened with realization.

“Oh, I wasn’t really serious about that,”

“You sure?”

"You don’t need to worry, I’m all good,”

“Y/n/n, come on,”

“Okay maybe it was a little true,” you confessed, followed by a deep sigh.

His arms returned to your waist, squeezing a little as you laid your head back on his chest.

“Nothing wrong with liking human contact, science actually says you need it,” he reassured you, running his fingers up and down your spine.

“Still, I don’t need people knowing I want it. Especially since you're the only person I like it from,”

“I’ll take my job very seriously then,”

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s0larst0rm555

3 years ago

Nightmares || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word count: 4696

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion. I think that’s it but if I missed anything let me know!

English is not my first language so there could be a lot of grammar mistakes in this.

Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him.

Notes: This is a story that I wrote a while back kinda inspired off that scene in tfatws in which Bucky is sleeping on the floor. This is not the first time I write or share a story but it is the first time that I do it in english so I hope it’s not terrible. If it is, I’m sorry, I’ll get better with time!

I hope you like it! Likes, comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!

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s0larst0rm555

2 years ago

winter blues

tasm!peter x reader

summary:

“why are you here?”

“why are you ignoring my calls?”

warnings: seasonal depression (unmentioned but that’s what it is), comfort, avoidance, fluff, peter is nice (mostly)

a/n: this is so random and so terrible but my computer doesn’t deserve to have this banished away. happy winter!!!!

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s0larst0rm555

3 years ago

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Do you like reading because it's fun or do you like reading because you're a burned out kid who used to always have the top grades in the class and now you read because you realize that the only people who will truly understand you are those who are made up of literal ink on paper and you believe that you are unloveable and have never been in an actual relationship so the only way that you could feel love is through another person's eyes and you have an obsession with fictional men not only because they are hot but because they will love you despite every flaw and they will treat you the way that no one else would and all you want to do every day is wake up to your comfort character kissing your forehead and telling you that they love you and that it's ok and that you are only human and you deserve love despite your worst traits?

You're Perfect ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ this is from the meaningful gestures prompt list! if you want me to write any of these for a person/character from my list, let me know! :) sorry if there are any mistakes! 💗

➳ a/n: ahhh i love this so much 😭

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

➳ summary: Your love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. Loki knows when you're feeling insecure, just how to make you feel better.

➳ warnings: slight angst, but mostly fluff 💗

➳ prompts: Having your lover list everything they're insecure about, and responding with gentle caresses, kisses, and compliments about those areas. + "Every part, no matter how you feel, is amazing to me. I could spend all day explaining everything I love about you."

➳ || Loki masterlist || main masterlist || who I write for 💓 ||

Loki watched as you stood in front of the mirror with your jeans and shirt on, tears pricking your eyes. You hated your body image. You felt like you were too big, ugly in most places, and overall detrimental to society. Your lips trembled and your eyes bubbled as you ran your hands across your bare skin.

You wanted to look nice for your boyfriend tonight. He was taking you out on a date and you just wanted to make him think you looked pretty. However, as you scrambled through your closet, you found nothing that flattered you.

“Love?” Loki’s voice called gently. You stopped your movements and sighed.

“Nothing fits or if it does, it looks awful. How do you even stand to look at me?” You asked, tears blurring your line of vision.

He walked up behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders, caressing them gently in his palms. Leaning over your neck, he pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek that made your heart flutter.

"Every part, no matter how you feel, is amazing to me. I could spend all day explaining everything I love about you." Loki said into your ear. “Tell me what you’re insecure about and I’ll prove to you why I love it.”

Sighing, you started with your face. “My nose is too big and my lips aren’t full.”

Loki smiled, turning you around to face him. “Your nose? Is perfect. I get to do this all the time,” He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against yours, bringing you to feel a blush creep along your cheeks. “And those lips? I could kiss them for hours. They’re made perfect for me,” He said before capturing your mouth for a delicate kiss. It was one that made you lose your breath as you clutched your fingertips around his wrist and smiled.

“What’s next, Love?” He caressed your cheek with his thumbs.

Your eyes drifted down to your chest. Without saying a word, Loki nodded once in understanding.

Gently removing the shirt you had tried on away from your skin, left you standing there in your jeans and bra. Loki leaned down, his long lengths tickling your skin as he kissed each breast. “These are splendid, Love,” He moaned to you. “Just think… If we ever decide to expand our family, not only do I get to have these to myself, you’ll nurture our babe.” He smiled, making you smile.

“Where to next?” He asked.

You ran your hands down the length of your sides. To you, your stomach looked swollen. Your curves were evident, but you hated the dimples in your skin and the stretch marks dotting your skin.

“Oh, Darling,” Loki sighed, dropping to his knees. He peppered your stomach with kisses and featherlight touches that sent shivers down your spine. “Your stomach? Is extraordinary. Each curve and stretch mark makes you all the more gorgeous. This may be my favorite part about you, Love… And I know exactly where you’re headed next, so I’ll take it upon myself.”

Your eyebrows furrowed until he roamed his hands across your thighs. “Your thighs are magnificent, my Love. Not only could you crush my head in between these beloved legs - which I’m never opposed to - you should feel how they shake as I pleasure you. It’s truly earth-shattering.” Loki moaned, kissing the skin as he rolled down your jeans. Helping you step out of them, he continued his journey.

Focusing his attention, he was slowly on the uprise. His fingertips ghosted across your bottom where it gave it a teasing squeeze, leaving you to jump lightly.

He smiled and presented himself at your back. Kissing your shoulders and dragging a finger down the length of your spine, your eyes closed.

“You are gorgeous, Darling. The most breathtaking woman I have ever met. I’m so lucky to call you mine.” He grinned.

Smiling, you closed your eyes as you bit your lip.

“Thank you, Loki…” You whispered as he kissed you delicately.

“Of course, Darling… Now put on that sexy gold dress you know I love so much. I promise it looks exquisite on you.”

You nodded, feeling a lot more confident in yourself.

Gold dress it is.

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