superficialstark:

Reunited (Peter Parker x reader) *contains spoilers for IW*

Prompt:

“How much sleep are you getting?” “Uh, not enough.”

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You smiled at May when she opened the door to her and Peter’s apartment. “Hi, May.”

She returned the smile, “Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” She pulled you into a bone crushing hug, and you hugged her back, laughing a little.

She pulled back, squeezing your shoulders, “Come in, Peter’s in his room.”

You nodded and shut the door behind you as you entered the house. It was exactly the same as the last time you saw it, nothing had changed. That’s the way you liked it.

You walked down the hallway towards Peter’s room and stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath.

You and Peter had broken up around a month ago due to petty arguments that, really, meant nothing. But after recent events, such as Peter ending up in space, dying and then saving the world, you two had made up with each other and decided to arrange to see each other. However, you never arranged a specific date, so tonight would be a complete surprise for Peter.

You knocked on his door lightly, and you heard a small groan from inside followed by his voice, “Aunt May, I’ve already had something to eat. I’m fine I promise.”

You gave a small chuckle, “Peter, it’s not Aunt May. It’s Y/N.”

You heard footsteps rushing over to the door, and within seconds it was open, and you were face to face with Peter Parker. His hair was messy, and he was wearing the suit, meaning he was just about to leave, or he had just come back.

He let out a small, shaky breath, “Hey…come in.”

You went into his room, “I’m sorry for dropping by so unexpectedly… I just wanted to see you. I thought you could use some company.”

Peter shrugged, “I uh…I was just about to go out.”

You sighed a little, “Peter, I think the city can function without Spiderman for a few days. It’s not your responsibility. You’ve been through so much recently, you need a rest.”

He looked down at the carpet, avoiding your eyes, “I don’t know, Y/N…”

You moved a little closer to him, tracing the neckline of what you presumed was a new suit, “You look so tired, Pete. How much sleep have you been getting?”

He bit his lip, looking down at you, “Uh…not enough?”

“Sweetie take the suit off, put your pyjamas on. We’re gonna get in your bed, and we’re gonna sleep. You’re not going out tonight.”

Peter nodded, deciding it was better he didn’t argue with you. He pressed the side of the suit, and it came off quickly, leaving him in his shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt, and whilst he changed, you dropped your bag on the floor and dug out your pyjamas.

You changed quickly and got into his bed, opening your arms, and Peter didn’t hesitate to crawl under the bed sheets and into your embrace.

You held his head on your chest, running your fingers through your hair. You’d missed him a lot, and when May told you that he’d disappeared, all you felt was regret. Regret that you’d left things on bad terms, regret that you never managed to patch things up with him. So when you got a text from him two weeks after his disappearance, you were more than overjoyed, and many tears were shed.

You bit your lip, “Peter?”

He only hummed in response, nuzzling your chest.

“Do you want to talk about it? It’s fine if not I just…I know it’s bothering you. I can tell.”

He didn’t answer for the first few seconds, but then he nodded, “Yeah…I do. It’s…it’s been eating away at me, Y/N.”

You nodded, still running your fingers through his hair, “I’m all ears, love.”

He let out a shaky breath, “I…I could feel it happening. When I was disappearing, I could feel it coming. It was the most terrifying thing. All I was thinking about when I was about to disappear was you, May and the fact that I’d disappointed Mr Stark…”

You shook your head, “Stark would never be disappointed with you.”

He nodded, his voice quieter, “i know that now…but at the time, I felt like he was disappointed with me. I don’t know what happened after that…I just know that I’m back now. And that I’m alive. As soon as I was back in New York, you and May were the first people I called…” His voice trailed off, and you felt him begin to shake. He let out a small sob, and you rubbed his back, comforting him.

He sobbed into your chest for a few minutes more, then his breathing seemed to calm, and the tears stopped slowing as quickly. He bit his lip, “I’m sorry…”

You shook your head, holding him tighter, “Don’t ever apologise for something like that every again. I love you, Peter. I’m sorry for all that was said before.”

He looked up at you and gave you a small smile, mumbling, “I love you too.”

You rubbed his back, “Now, try and get some sleep, please. You need it.”

He nodded and laid his head back on your chest, closing his eyes. Eventually his breathing became heavier, which indicated that you should probably try and sleep too.

You closed your eyes, relaxing yourself. You were happy that Peter was here, safe and sound. You never wanted to let him out of your sight, you had decided that the universe was too cruel, and Peter deserved to live a long and happy life.

Around twenty minutes later, you felt the weight from your chest move, and you heard light footsteps on the ground next to the bed.

You could hear every little thing Peter did, from slipping out of his clothes to putting on the suit, which wasn’t very quiet at all, to which Peter groaned.

You felt him place a small kiss onto your forehead, mumbling an ‘I love you’, and you opened your eyes just before he made a jump out of the window and into the city.

“Get back in bed, Peter Parker.”

“Damn.”