Peter Parker x Reader

Talking in Your Sleep

A/N- All credit goes to the writer on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: None.

Warnings- Cursing, bruising, crying, hand burns, sleepwalking.

A/N- Just a word of advice, in real life, don't do what Peter did, it's bad to wake someone up when they're sleepwalking because sometimes people get disoriented and sometimes aggressive, so in case of sleepwalking, just lead said sleepwalker back to their bed.

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Peter's concerned coffee-brown eyes switched anxiously back and forth between the clock hanging from the hallway ceiling to your empty locker. The steaming plastic cup burned into the palms of his hands, his tight grip not making it that much better. Two incredibly dragged-on minutes later, you trudged through the door at the opposite end of the hall, and Peter could've sworn his heart stopped in his chest. This was his moment and he couldn't blow it.

He pressed his body up against his locker across the hall from you, every other second peeking behind the door to catch a glimpse. Your hair was pulled back in a loose braid, little chunks hanging out the sides and you were practically drowning in a baggy sweatshirt. Dark circles surrounded your eyes because every night for you was a long night. Peter breathed out deeply, and quickly strode to stand behind you, his eyes focused on your tall, fuzzy pink socks. Too afraid to tap your shoulder to get your attention, he just started to ramble on instead.

"Hey Y/N, I um– got you a vanilla latte... Sorry, it's just, you always look so exhausted first period and I know this is your favorite cause you order it every morning before class at The Brew. So, yeah, I thought I'd get it for you instead," Peter finally concluded, his words fell out so fast and all blended together he wasn't sure if you'd understand. A few seconds passed of pure and utter silence, until you swerved around, jumping backward in shock once you saw him standing there. You tugged out your earbuds and cocked your head to the side.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" you questioned, and Peter wondered if he was just imagining the gleam and new energy in your eyes after seeing him. His head hung to the floor, mortified, and he simply shoved the cup of coffee into your hands, startling you with his kind gesture.

"I, uh, got you this, sorry gotta go," Peter blurted out, fleeing the scene almost as abruptly as he had initiated it.

On his way back to his locker, he tripped over his step, in the process accidentally sending a short freshman girl's heavy stack of books flying across the floor. In a panicked rush, he scrambled across the floor to pick them up for her, other students dodged all around him but one football player didn't seem to notice him. He knocked into Peter's side, sending him stumbling into the poor girl again, bruising her upper lip with a wave of textbooks thrown at her face. Tears built up in the corners of her eyes, and Peter rushed to apologize over and over, then he averted his gaze down to the ground again as he rushed to class.

Your hand flew to cover up the giggles that threatened to escape your lips. A warm, bubbly happiness seemed to liven up your tired and sore body, all from a cute, nerdy boy you wished would talk to you more often. Popping open the lid of the coffee, you breathed in the scent of your favorite morning pleasure, shocked that Peter knew one of your not-so-secret secrets. A blush diffused across your cheeks, and you wavered back and forth until the loud ring of the five-minute bell snapped you out of your dreamy haze, forcing you to slam your locker and rush to class.

1:22 a.m.

Peter's eyes drooped behind his Spider-man mask, every ten seconds he would jolt awake with a burst of energy and scan the roads beneath him for some dangerous criminal, but each time there would be nothing and he'd slowly fall back under. His head slowly leaned forward, his shoulders along with it, and before he was aware of what was happening he was falling through the air off one of the tallest buildings in Queens. Through muffled screams, his spidey-senses kicked in and he shot his webs around a street lamp beneath him, landing with a quiet thud on the heels of his protected feet.