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Summer walks in nature. The Misty Pond of Villeneuve, 1908. Painter: Henri Biva, oil on canvas.
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She doesn't let me Rot
Summary: Peter shows up at your window vulnerable after a fight. When you're healing him, he finally crosses the line of being 'just friends'.
Warnings: Smut. Injuries, blood. Some angst at the beginning. Tasm!Peter. Spooning, bareback. Friends to lovers troupe. Peter is sad at first, he gets that healing bussy tho :]
a/n: don't mind that last warning, just having my fun :3
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It was the mere exhaustion caved into his very bones— or it could be the rot going right through his muscles; maybe both perhaps. It was in those moments of vulnerability that he wished to not be a hero.
But heroes are brave and they fight and they aren't weakned by the sight of their own scarlet— but rather of others.
He didn't feel like a hero in those seconds and minutes. He didn't feel brave— he was in anguish; he was torn.
Peter Parker felt as if he were a tragedy.
He took a sharp breath, as he closed his eyes, an optic of you flashed through his skull. He should go over to you— you'd stay with him, you wouldn't let him rot.
