tom holland // peter parker imagines.

nightmare // pp

It was almost as if your eyes were being forced open. If you had a choice, you would've shut your eyes so tightly and wished for it all to be over. But it was all happening right in front of you. It was so real. His screams ripped through the air like knifes piercing your skin. His weeping tore you apart like venom did him. You could see every tendon, every muscle be ripped to shreds by his teeth. You tried screaming out to him, but you couldn't speak. You could feel the sound erupting in your throat, but no payoff. Your vision suddenly became hazy and so did your thoughts. You opened your eyes and saw nothing but the darkness that surrounded your bed, and the moonlight seeping through your curtains and dancing alone on your white comforter.

"Peter!" You let out subconsciously as you sprung up from laying down. You felt the space next to you jerk, and a warm hand wrap around your wrist. You looked down at his delirious eyes, and felt a sense of relief, truly the best thing you've ever felt, to know that he wasn't being ripped apart limb from limb.

"Y/N? Oh my god, you're trembling! Are you okay?" You lay back down next to him as you gripped your chest, trying to catch your breath. When reality set, and you realized that he was okay, you began to think about the dream again.

"No," You shook your head as tears pooled in your eyes.

"Oh, god, come here," He whispered to you, his voice kind and worrisome. You turned to him and he wrapped his strong arms around you, calming you down just a little.

"It's okay, I'm here, I'm here...nothings ever going to hurt you while I'm here...just breathe," He cooed in your ear as you sobbed lightly into his soft chest. But you just couldn't calm down.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking into your eyes with concern. You wiped your cheek pitifully.

"Bad...dream," You hiccuped. He only held you tighter.

"Shh, I know how scary bad dreams can be..." He voice trailed off.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You gently shook your head.

"No? Okay, take as long as you need,"

"I'm sorry for waking you...I'm so embarrassed," You laughed at yourself lightly.

"No, don't be sorry...I'm always here for you," He kissed your shoulder and you flipped over to where you weren't facing him anymore. He cuddled up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Do you need anything? Water?" He asked, pushing your hair behind your ear. You shook your head and choked back more tears. He sighed and pulled you closer to him.

"I'm glad I spent the night with you...if I weren't here and you were this scared...I would feel really bad," You didn't respond. He pulled the covers over your shoulders, filling you with warmth.  He kissed the back of your neck softly, a shudder running through your spine.

"You're so special to me," You could feel his warm breath on your neck. It took a while for your heart to slow down.

"Do you wanna talk for a bit?" He asked.

"Aren't you tired?" You replied, looking over your shoulder.

"Don't worry, I can stay up...I can ramble and play with your hair if you want...I know how much that relaxes you..." You nodded and he shifted to where he could reach your hair comfortably. You felt small tingles erupt on the back of your neck, and you chest beginning to swell.

"What ever your dream was about, just know that it was only a dream," He began. His soft and raspy voice calmed you even further.

"Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I'm here..."

"It wasn't me getting hurt in my dream, Peter," You said wearily, not looking at him. He was silent for a moment.

"Oh," He began. He stopped playing with your hair for a moment while he thought of what to say. "Do you still not want to talk about it?" You shook your head.

"That's okay...you can tell me whenever you're ready,"

Your heart rate had finally slowed down, and the tears had stopped flowing long enough for you to drift away in his arms. His hands gracing your skin as they played with your hair soothed you to a point where you could finally feel safe again.

"You know, before I met you...I had really terrible nightmares too," He started. "They finally stopped...but only after I started cuddling with you at night," He chuckled.

"I guess, in a way, you're my protector," A smile spread across your face.

"You're my protector too, Peter," You mumbled. He chuckled again and kissed it between your shoulder blades. You felt him rest his cheek where he had kissed, his breath grazing your bare skin.

"I love you, Y/N,"

"I love you too,"