✓ spiderling , t. holland imagines

nightmares (rev.) ▻ peter

PROMPT ▻ nightmares (revisited and revised)
WORD COUNT▻ 704

" where's your stash of emergency candy? "

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Something wasn't right. Something didn't feel right. Your heart was aching as it was racing, and the tears that once waited to roll down your cheeks were now falling down at an uncountable speed.

You scrambled up from your bed to find your phone, which happened to be sitting patiently on your desk. Quickly going back to your bed, you unlocked it, not hesitating to press on Peter's contact name. Bringing it up to your ear, you waited with the noise of the ringing, hoping that Peter would be on the other line.

However, you knew that he was probably out, searching the city for trouble. But that was apart of the problem. You often had these nightmares, where Peter goes on a search for criminals but doesn't come back. It's a horrible thing that filled your dreams and flooded your thoughts in the morning, too.

"Hey babe, what's up?" Peter's voice came through the speakers. You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he decided to pick up his phone. As soon as he had heard your unsteady and stressed breaths, he thought he knew why you were calling him at two in the morning. "Did you have anothー"

You cut him off, just wanting to talk with him in person about it, "How soon can you get here?"

"Let's try, literally two seconds." Peter hung up, you quickly realizing that he was outside on the fire escape, waving through the window to you. The smile that you always adored was there. You opened the window, stepping aside for Peter to climb through.

Once he was inside, you shut the window and locked it. In no time were your arms wrapped around each other, you trying to explain your terrifying dreams to Peter. He listened to every word you had to say, making sure that he held you close, feeling like he never wanted to let you go.

"It keeps happening and I have no idea why." you sighed, letting go of Peter and sitting down on the edge of your bed. He followed, setting his mask on your bedside table and sitting next to you. "I mean, I try to think of the cute side of our relationship before I sleep, but i-it just doesn't work!"

He moved a piece of your hair behind your ear, looking around your room for a minute. "Where's your stash of emergency candy?"

You pointed towards your bookcase, the bag of y/f/c was sitting perfectly on your shelf; the candy practically calling your name. He got up, taking two handfuls for the two of you. Gladly accepting a piece, you waited for Peter to say something - anything.

"How about we facetime each other literally until we fall asleep?" Peter asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

"So like those couples we see on twitter all the time?" You asked, genuinely liking the idea of facetiming before bed. "I'd love that."

Peter wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. He loved you, and he absolutely hated seeing you heartbroken because of him. Peter knew that it technically wasn't his fault, it was simply your mind coming up with the worst scenarios. Although he would never admit it to your face, he often had nightmares too. A majority of them were about you. He was scared that his 'job' would cause you to get into trouble or cause his enemies to attempt to capture you.

But maybe the nightmares would go away.

"How about I stay over for tonight, and maybe a couple times a week, depending on what kind of ice cream you have in the fridge, of course." Peter offered, clearly liking your family, your embrace, and more importantly, the comfort of your bed. Considering it was a little softer than his own.

You nodded, pecking his lips and moving Peter's arms so that they were engulfing you. You could already tell that your nightmare wouldn't return for the night. As long as you both knew the other was safe, you thought that maybe your nightmares would be gone for a little while.