Peter Parker x Reader

Nightmares

Your eyes slowly blink open to the familiar room that was Peter's. It was quiet, surprisingly. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the melancholic music that Aunt May was listening to downstairs. 

You could feel your boyfriend's soft and warm breaths on your neck as you lay in silence wrapped in his embrace. You snuggled back against him, a small yet sleepy smile etched on your lips.

It had been a while since you'd seen him sleep that soundly or for that long. Ever since the passing of uncle Ben he hadn't been the same, he was always up thinking or patrolling the city. He was fixated on filling in uncle Ben's shoes it made your heartbreak. The emotional toll it was taking on him was unbelievable.

However, this was one of the rare times you had actually gotten to spend a full night with him. He was exhausted after whatever happened at Oscorp and you couldn't blame him. He saved everyone from turning into giant lizards.

You felt the mattress dip suddenly as Peter shifted his weight, pulling your body closer to his own. You almost smiled at the gesture, but his murmurings held you back.

"Please...stop..." He whimpered. It was soft, like he was pleading with someone.

Your eyes narrowed. Was he having a nightmare? You frowned. It had been weeks since his last episode.

You shifted, attempting to find a way to escape from his embrace and wake him. Your attempts, however, were useless against his grip. 

"Pete?" You whispered, craning your neck around to try to look at him. "Peter, baby, listen it's just a dream."

"let go of her" He practically growled, pulling you closer to his chest, evoking a gasp of surprise and discomfort from you, the amount of strength he was using making it hard to breathe. "Dr. Connors! Stop!"

You tapped peter's arm, which then turned into more rapid hitting before you slapped him as hard as you dared. In response, his grip only tightened. "Peter!" You choked out, gasping at the pressure on your chest.

"Y/n?!"

Your eyebrows furrowed at the mention of your name. Every time you had ever been with him during an episode you never had been in his dreams.

His murmuring became louder as you could feel the muscles in his arms tensing due to the closeness.

"Y/n stop— please...! I lov—" The pressure was suddenly relieved from your chest. Peter's body jerked away from yours. His body sprang to life with a loud gasp as he flailed to the other side of his bed.

You turned to face him, the sight of him made your heart shatter. His eyes were wide and alert, his hand stuck out defensively as a barrier between the two of you. In the dim lighting, you could see the glow of sweat illuminating the high points of his skin.

His expression looked...broken.

"Peter—" You reached a hand out in an attempt to comfort and calm him down. He shook his head wildly and pressed back further against the wall.

"Stop!! Stop." His chest heaved up and down erratically as he continued shaking his head. Tears began to fall from his eyes, creating glistening trails down his cheeks. 

The look in his eyes, confusion, fear, guilt... You took in a deep breath as you rattled through your memories, searching for something specific you could use to distract him. This wasn't the first time you had to do this, nor would it be the last time.

"Our first kiss." You locked gazes with him as you slowly nodded, trying to assure him it was okay. "You were nervous, you said it was your first time. You got so excited you leaned in and kissed my chin instead."

You saw the mix of emotions in his eyes slowly soften as he lowered his arm. His stare went blank as if he was lost in thought or processing something.

"Peter?" You whispered hesitantly, crawling closer to him at a cautious pace. "It's okay.."

His gaze flickered from his lap to you then back. He bit his lip, closing his eyes which forced more tears to roll down his cheeks. "Y/n...it's my fault."

"What?" You shook your head in confusion. "What are you talking about?" You reached out to him, cupping his jaw gently with your hand, wiping away his tears with your thumb.

"Uncle Ben—If I didn't storm out the house he'd still be around!" His eyebrows furrowed as he opened his eyes, staring at you through tear-filled eyes.

"You know that's not true—"

"It is, It is—!" He repeated until he stopped, leaning away from your touch to brush his fingers through his hair. "I—I'm not ready."

"For what?"

"For Spider-Man stuff." He laughed to himself bitterly. "I'm just some kid who wants to be able to spend one fucking night with his girlfriend and not worry about what Spider-Man should be doing. I just want a life. I want to be normal."

"Pete..." 

"You're Spider-Man and I love that, but I love Peter Parker more."

"But- "

"Peter, you are a hero." You leaned closer to him. "Ask any of the thousands of people you saved." You paused before whispering gently. "Ask me."

He looked at you, a somber smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

You picked the left side of his chest lightly. "You never give up, no matter how many times you get knocked down, you always get back up."

You smiled at him, feeling your own tears well up in the corners of your eyes. "Your parents and uncle Ben would be beyond proud of you....I know I am."

He smiled back at you, reaching out to pull you into his embrace again. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"I'm so lucky to have you." He whispered into the crook for your neck. Soft tears rolled from his cheeks to your skin as his hot breath sent goosebumps down your spine.

You pulled back from his brace just enough to see his face, he looked down at you with the same whirl of emotions, however, this time he looked more peaceful.

You slid your hand from his back to the nape of his neck. Using the position as leverage, you pulled his head down to yours. Your lips crashed together softly, moving in sync perfectly.

He pulled away, a little too early for your liking, and smiled at you. "I love you so much."

You lifted your brows in response, a wide smile stretching across your face. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then lower, then across his jawline creating a trail to punctuate each word. "I love you more."

He tilted his head back, letting out a breathy and content sigh.

You were his euphoria. He was yours.

You knew he was something special that you were never going to let go of.

So even if that meant spending nights alone or waking up alone. You were willing to do it for him. You would follow him until the world ended, hand in hand.