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the force awakens? it sleeps P.P.

peter parker x reader; a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend

wc: 1k

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Today was the fourth day in a row in which you happened to stay up all night studying for your upcoming exams. Of course, normally you and Peter would study together, but this semester you had an extra class, a course Peter wasn't taking, and he was busy throughout the entire week with Spider-man duties and his own studying to do.

You were starting to feel the burn, the pressure of what would happen if you failed. Time was starting to catch up with you. And, of course, time slowed down for nobody, so the burn was merciless. It was cruel, really, because even if you did get the occasional break between your weeks of cramming in studying, you were still stuck in your head.

Showing up on Tuesday probably wasn't the best move, in hindsight. In better judgement — and better circumstances — you'd have stayed home and slept through the day. But you didn't know any better, and you knew you couldn't afford to miss a class if you wanted to ace these tests and courses. Peter might even tell you to stay home, but that was the thing — he didn't know. You saw him in school, of course, but he was swamped in his studies. He didn't know that you weren't sleeping through the night.

You tried, of course. The first night you realized you might have a problem, you tried to lay down and rest for a few hours. You sat there, twisting and turning for what must've been thirty minutes before you shot out of bed. Your stomach and your mind kept you up, working end to end until you passed out around five A.M..

Though you knew no amount of concealer could hide how tired you looked, you still attempted to look presentable. You'd have to limp through the day; hopefully Peter wouldn't notice anything.

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After calling your mom to tell her you were home — that was a protocol Peter placed in your home despite not living there; he wanted your mom to know when you got somewhere and where you were — you threw your bag on your desk chair and tried to calm down. You'd gotten twenty new pages for homework, a "review packet," as they had called it.

You wanted to cry, but you knew you had work to do. So, you spread everything out, opening books and pulling up documents and paperwork. With a bowl of goldfish beside you, you wrote to your heart's content, barely taking the time for a break when you really should have.

You worked into the night — your mom came in to give you dinner, which you hadn't eaten until you finished another chapter. You ate while you worked, and only really took a break when you had to shower. It was quick, and after brushing your teeth, you went directly back to the books.

You were so caught up that you missed Peter's text message. After waiting fifteen minutes, he told May he was going to see you. He brought his bag, just in case you wanted to wear his hoodie. Swinging over, he saw you indulged in your books again. He sighed, knowing why you wouldn't answer him. It was nearing 11:45, and he knew if he didn't intervene now then you'd get no sleep at all.

His knocking on the window startled you. He pointed down towards the lock and you sprung up from your seat, book still in your hand. He insisted on making sure you kept the windows locked, despite it being more convenient to leave them open with how much he came through them.

"Hey, baby." He stepped inside, pulling off his mask just as you closed the window. Your eyes went back to your book, mindlessly walking back to your spot on the bed, disregarding him immediately. "Hey," He tried again, a little softer. You looked up with tired eyes and a forced smile.

"Hi. What're you doing here?"

"I came to see you." You dropped his bag by your chair. "Have you eaten dinner?" You nodded and he smiled softly in response.

His hair was a fluffy mess of curls from the mask, and you so badly wanted to run your fingers through it for just five minutes. But alas, you went back to reading. Peter didn't hesitate in interrupting you again.

"Have you gotten any sleep this past week? I know your exams are stressing you."

You sighed, nodding without words. You only did that when you were lying. He sighed loudly, "Y/N..."

"I know what you're going to say-" You cut him off. "But I need to study. I'm not going to pass if I-" A yawn interrupted you. "If I don't."

"Baby," he came over to you, looking into your tired eyes. He took in your exhausted state and gasped. "You're so overworked, Y/N/N. Please, just sleep through the night and I promise we can study through lunch tomorrow."

"I don't know, Pete..."

"Please?" His doe eyes silently begged. You pursed your lips and nodded, giving in. He smiled, removing the many books from off of your mattress, helping you get ready. He pulled out a shirt and a hoodie from his bag, offering you either. You took the shirt — it was his old Force Awakens one. The image made you smile.

You expected him to tuck you in and leave, but of course not. He pulled off his hoodie, disregarding his shirt and slipping in beside you, arms wrapping around your middle as he cuddled into you, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He hummed and so did you, finally letting the exhaustion take over.

"We're gonna be okay, y'know." He whispered. "You're gonna make it through this. Everything's gonna be okay."

You nodded and he smiled into your neck at the acknowledgement.

"I really love you, P.P." You only called him that when you were tired, and right now, he knew you'd never been more of it.

"That's good," he whispered, realizing you'd finally drifted off into slumber. "Because I really love you." He planted a soft, delicate kiss to the skin right below your collarbone. He nuzzled further into your embrace, falling asleep himself.