PARKER AND HOLLAND IMAGINES

SLEEP ALONE - PETER

Summary: After a long night of crime fighting, Peter visits his best friend as he always does, only to discover that she had fallen asleep while waiting for him.

Peter let out a content sigh as he found himself feeling warm in the light that illuminated from Y/n's bedroom window. He calmly ran his finger along the edge of the chipping paint of the frame before opening the window slowly and as quietly as he could before slipping into the cool air that filled the four blue walls.
"Y/n?" Peter whispered the girl's name quietly as he looked around the room before his eyes found themselves gazing upon the sleeping form of a girl.
Y/n's hair was in her face, in her hands sat a book as she laid on her back, the warm covers beneath her. She was beautiful in Peter's eyes.
Peter let out a light chuckle as he knelt down beside the bed. He carefully placed a kiss upon the sleeping beauty's head before sliding the book out of her hands and marking her page. He then lifted her off the bed like a husband would his new bride and placed her beneath the covers before he kicked off his shoes and took his place beside her.
'I will never let anything bad happen to you'. 'I'm so in love with you'. 'God, you are beautiful.' It was like a therapeutic spilling of kindness and affection that Peter never said when he thought Y/n could hear him as his fingers grazed over the lines of Y/n's face and her hair.
Naturally, feeling the sudden warmth surrounding her and the soft sounds of Peter's voice and his sweet nothings, broke Y/n free of her dream world as she continued to listen.
"This is the story of how I fell in love with you," Peter whispered quietly as he placed a gentle kiss upon Y/n's cheekbone. "I've never told it to you, but it's not something I think you'd ever want to hear when you're awake. It's silly, I know, cause I'm Peter Parker, neighborhood dork and you're Y/n L/n, cheerleader and popular best friend of said dork. You get invited to parties and I get to make Lego models with Ned. Not that I don't like hanging out with Ned, I do, I just wished that I could be your date to parties someday."
Peter let out a long sigh as he placed another tender kiss on Y/n's forehead, causing Y/n to refrain from giggling at the feeling. "Anyway, I think it all started in the first grade, when we met. I wasn't in love with you then, not yet anyway, but I made a best friend. You were always the cutest girl I'd ever met, especially with the way you wore your hair and the way you obsessed over those 80′s movies your mom let you watch.
"And then in fifth grade, when you broke your arm and sprained your ankle while we were skateboarding at the park. You were trying to be so brave and tried not to cry, but the moment I picked you up to carry you home to Aunt May, you sobbed and cried out in pain and told me you never wanted me to let go of you. When you had your arms tightly around my neck with your face buried in my chest, I knew there was something between us.
"But, then you and I, we didn't hang out as much as we used to once we got to high school. I know you felt bad about it, I know you still do, because you had cheer and sports and the only club we were in together was robotics and you weren't always able to come with your other responsibilities, but we have these nights together and we were one another's dates to homecoming, even though you were asked by other guys.
"Speaking of homecoming, that was the night I realized what I've felt for years had a name. Love. The way you laughed when I told you not to choke me with my bow tie as you helped me fix it to the way your voice sounded so soft and sweet when we slow danced. And, God, just the way you worked the room like you owned the place when you didn't ditch me when I fell behind, but tucked your arm under mine and took me with you, introducing me to your friends. I've never felt so included.
"And most importantly, the way your lips felt against mine when you kissed me goodnight. That was my first kiss and if I died today, I'd be glad that it was my last. We haven't talked about it since then, but I wish I could get the courage to ask you out, to tell you I love you.
"Cause it was you who initiates everything. You asked me if we could be friends in first grade, you were the one who asked me to homecoming. You kissed me.
"I don't know, laying next to you makes me wish to never sleep alone, to never be alone. I don't know if you kissed me out of pity the night of homecoming or if you kissed me because maybe you love me too. But, Y/n, I love you."
"You know I can hear you, right?" Y/n's sudden voice startled Peter.
"I'm sleep talking," Peter said immediately. "This is all a dream. You're dreaming."
Y/n hid a smile against Peter's neck, a sensation that Peter felt melt his heart, and drew him closer. "I love you too," she said simply, with a soft sigh, as she drifted back to sleep content in the safety of Peter's arms, knowing for the first time in her life, love could be reciprocated by even the silliest of heroes.
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