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bathtub tears - peter parker

Bathtub Tears - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: (requested by anon) hey!! could I request a story where the reader has a crush on Peter Parker but she doesn’t know if he likes her back, & she used to have an eating disorder (I’m basing the character off of myself, pls don’t worry I’m much better now!) & one night at a party her drunk friend says something like “did u eat today” and Peter overhears and takes her aside and asks if she’s okay and like helps her and it’s rlly cute? TYSM love u! also hope u feel better! :)

a/n: i changed it so instead of already having the disorder, she currently has it. if you guys ever feel sad, dm me, i’m here for you! THIS GOES OUT TO MY FELLOW THICK BABES AND YOU ARE ALL PERFECT NO MATTER WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE! FUCK ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING PERFECTION, AND THAT’S A FACT.

Friday nights. Red solo cups filled with alcohol. Shit music with people dancing to it. Nobody giving a single damn. These are the things most people (Y/N)’s age lived off of. Friday nights were their saving grace, but not exactly for (Y/N).

Everyone at these parties wore their tight clothes, hooked up in random bedrooms, walked around topless or streaked across the front lawn, which was admittedly very amusing to most. In (Y/N)’s opinion, it was terrifying. How could all those people be that confident in their bodies, when she hated everything about herself.

Her thighs didn’t have a gap, her arms looked fat, her ass was too big, her stomach was too big were only a few of the many things she thought “made her ugly”. She absolutely despised her body, and would give anything to be model-thin. Being surrounded by in-achievable and unrealistic body standards was mentally draining, so eventually (Y/N) had decided to do something.

It started off small, just skipping a few meals here and there, but eventually got so much worse. She had developed an eating disorder that had become horrible for her health. It had only been a few months of this self-destructive behavior but you could already see how weak she had become.

Nobody had really noticed (Y/N)’s ways, except for her best friend. (Y/F/N) found out, and did everything in their ability to try and stop it. Unfortunately, most of her attempts had fallen flat, and (Y/N)’s eating disorder had started taking over her life, one day at a time.

Later, (Y/F/N) had managed to drag (Y/N) to a party, which (Y/N) knew she would hate every single minute of. Upon arriving, they both went to the drinks table, where (Y/F/N) had poured something that was sure to get them wasted.

“Drink!” They declared, handing the drink to (Y/N), who hesitantly took a gulp. After swallowing, she made a face and asked what (Y/F/N) had put in it, to which she only received a, “It’s a secret recipe! I call it the ‘I need to get drunk so I’ll drink it to get there the fastest’ drink!” Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) continued to take small sips, landing her tipsy, but not quite drunk.

Meanwhile at the party, Peter stood against the wall. He took the occasional drink out of his red solo cup and just observed. Not caring to dance or participate in party games, he was having a good time being a wallflower.

He easily noticed (Y/N) across the room, it was hard for him to not notice her with her friend. They were good friends, and over the long period time he had known her, he fell in love. Peter walked across the room to refill his cup, and overheard a conversation between (Y/N) and (Y/F/N).

Drunkenly wrapping an arm around (Y/N), (Y/F/N) began talking, “Look, I know about your eating thingy, but I have to ask you something. Did you eat today? I care about you so much and I just want to know if you did,” they asked, slurring their words while hiccuping in between.

(Y/N)’s body froze, had anyone heard that conversation? She ran to the nearest bathroom and closed the door behind her. She started to cry, and for some reason, her drunken thoughts decided that the best idea would be for her to crawl into the bathtub and sob, which she did.

Peter had heard everything, and watched as (Y/N) bolted down the hallway into the bathroom. Thoughts quickly began pouring into his head. Why the hell would she have an eating disorder? Did she think she was too fat? Why would she think that? Why the fuck would a girl that perfect think so lowly of herself? Deciding to follow her, Peter walked down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door.

After knocking, he didn’t receive an answer, so he entered. Upon walking in, he saw (Y/N) sitting in a bathtub bawling her eyes out. Locking the door behind him, Peter said, “Hey,” which caused (Y/N)’s head to shoot up and look at Peter.

Surprised, (Y/N)’s eyes widened and she said, “Peter? Oh my god this is so embarrassing! I’m sorry that-”

“I heard what (Y/F/N) said,” Peter said quickly, “But what I don’t understand is why, why would you do that to yourself?” Knowing that what he asked was insensitive, he mentally kicked himself and felt terrible.

(Y/N) was quiet. After a minute of silence she said, “I hate myself. I hate how my body looks. I fucking hate my thighs. I fucking hate my stomach. I fucking hate myself for doing this. I fucking hate what I’ve turned out to be!”

Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In front of him sat the most beautiful and perfect girl to have ever lived, saying that she hated herself. Still sitting in the bathtub, (Y/N) sobbed, rambling about the things she hated about herself when Peter had enough.

“(Y/N)!” Peter said loudly, surprising the both of them. She looked up and her tear-filled eyes met his, “You are single-handedly the most beautiful, smart, amazing, gorgeous, funny, and overall perfect person that I have ever met! I don’t understand what there isn’t to love about you! You are the definition of perfection!” Peter said to her.

Her mouth dropped open and climbing out of the bathtub, she ran over to Peter, hugging him tightly. (Y/N)’s tears stained his shirt, as she cried into his chest. In return, he hugged her back, being as comforting as he possibly could be.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” (Y/N) mumbled into his chest. Looking up at him, she said, “I know this is going to sound so stupid, but I really do love you right now. And I want to get better.”

Peter smiled at her, “I love you too,” he said, having been in love with her for so long, “and I promise you, I will help you get better.”

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