T. Holland/P.Parker/ Spider-man imagines

Peter/ nightmare

oh my gawd. I don't understand anything. How does this have over 300 reads and how come my nail polish won't dry!?

You and Peter had been close friends since you could remember. Through the teasing of him being your boyfriend, him being your crush for a year, him losing his parents, uncle, and then becoming Spider-Man. You were always by his side, even if it wasn't physically.

For the past three years of him becoming Spider-Man he would occasionally have extremely terrible nightmares. Normally of what had just happened. Mostly being who he thought may have died. Who he couldn't save. Or was to late to save.

Those gave him the worst ones.

And because you knew that he'd tell no one, not even his best friend. You would put your phone on the loudest setting in case he called you so he could calm down. He just always thought that you were up but you never were. You were always awaken but you never said anything.

This night was no different.

Your phone rang loudly by your head, immediately waking you up in a panic. You blindly reached for your phone and answered it without thinking twice. "Hello?" Your voice was groggy and showed how tired you truly were.

"Y/N?" His voice came to your ears. He sounded distraught. As if he was in a panic attack and forgot everything.

"You okay Peter?"

"No."

"Do you want me to sing you to sleep or do you want to talk about it?"

"Neither."

"Well then come over we can watch something."

"Okay." You waited for him to hang up. Once you were sure he did. You rolled on your  side, resting your eyes. It wasn't long until you heard tapping on your window. Maybe 10 minutes at the most. You rubbed your eyes propping yourself up. You slowly walked over to the window, unlocking it and pulling it up.

Peter came through, quickly locking the window. He was still in his suit, parts were ripped and tattered, there was some blood. And he didn't take his mask off. You hugged him, and he leaned into your touch, hugging you tighter. "Do you want to change?" You asked.

You got him a pair of Captain America PJ pants, and a Iron man shirt. "They should fit. I got bought them from the guys section." He nodded, gesturing for you to turn around. You sat on your bed and pushed the pillow to your face.

"Thanks.. for the clothes," You looked up and he was pulling on the shirt, ".. and letting me come over." You smiled a slight blush creeping into your face. You shrugged as if it was no biggie. He started to tell you about what had happened and by the end he was in tears again.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and he played with your hair. You didn't know what to say. There wasn't much you could do to help the situation. You leaned across him picking up the red and blue mask. You pulled it on. "Holy crap!" You said loudly. "These are aw- wait. Is that? Blood!? Eww, Peter!" He laughed, reaching to take them off you but you stood up.

"Whose the real Spider-Man." You paced in front of him. "Is it I? Or is it you? There can only be one!" You rambled on, causing him to laugh. He eventually stood up, wrapped and arm around your waist so you couldn't move.

"Give it back."

"No way!"

"I need them!"

"I don't care."

"Y/n!"

"Peter!"

He pulled the mask off your head, your hair stood on end due to static. You looked at his face smiling because his mood had lightened. You suddenly realized how much you loved him and blushed hard. He poked your face. Pulling you back to reality. He leaned in close, brushing the hair behind your ear. Whispering softly in your ear. "You're right. You should keep it. It makes you look much more attractive."

You pushed him away. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn't. Due to the fact that you were so embarrassed. He laughed at how red your face had gotten. "Well at least I don't look like I'm always advertising a spandex commerical."

"That was a weak come back."

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