Could you please do a peter parker headcannon when the reader is blind and he does cute touchy things with her and lots of fluff? Thanks
(I drifted away from this being about touch because it just started to flow nicely the way I took it, sorry! If you want me to do more headcanons about touch, feel free to request again)
Peter’s fingers threaded through yours carefully, squeezing your hand reassuringly as he always did. You could tell that he was smiling.
Cool grass tickled your cheeks as you lay in the park next to your boyfriend. You could tell that it was a beautiful day, because the sun was warming your face and you were with Peter. Any day with him was a beautiful day to you.
You were aware of Peter lying down beside you, and smiled softly when he rested his head against your shoulder. The smell of him dominated the sharp sweet smell of the grass you lay on, and your smile widened.
“Tell me about your face again,” you requested, tilting your head slightly to the side so that your cheek was pressed against the top of Peter’s head. He chuckled, the sound bubbling from his lips. It was a sweet sound, and reminded you of the taste of lemonade.
“I told you last night,” he replied, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Have you forgotten already?” he teased.
You nudged him playfully, and he kissed your cheek gently.
“I have light skin, and a thin nose,” he began. “It’s crooked because I broke it a couple years ago, and I love when you bump your nose against mine when we’re kissing. I have really dark brown eyes, and you make them sparkle whenever I look at you.” You could hear the grin in his voice, and you buried your face in his neck in embarrassment.
“You’re so soppy,” you told him, your voice muffled. He wrapped his arms around you and shifted his head so that your head was tucked under his chin.
“Tell me about my face,” you mumbled.
Peter froze; you hadn’t seen your reflection since you were really little, and whilst you knew how you generally looked, you had never asked anyone for the details before.
“You have beautiful (eye colour) eyes, and you look adorable when you screw them up when you laugh,” he told you, speaking carefully now. You could feel that he was examining your face, trying to find the words.
“You have a little spot on your chin at the moment, but it doesn’t look bad, don’t worry. You have a tiny scab on your lip because you bit it, and you have a little bit of dust on your cheek.”
You felt him rubbing your cheek gently, and you frowned.
“But those are all bad things,” you replied in confusion. Peter leaned down and nuzzled his crooked nose against yours.
“They’re beautiful to me,” he whispered.