𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Late Night ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer selfcarecap on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/selfcarecap/662691409212719104/can-you-maybe-write-something-where-theres-a

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → At a sleepover Peter and the reader stays up all night and talk because they can't sleep.

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It's been two hours since you all went to sleep. Okay, two hours since you all got into bed, one hour since you all stopped giggling and talking and really went to sleep.

It seems like you're the last one awake. You, MJ and Betty are sharing Ned's big bed, Ned's on a separate mattress on the floor and Peter is just on the carpet - he insisted on it.

You've accepted that you're most likely going to be up all night. But you had an amazing night with your friends, so it's not too bad.

A few minutes later you hear Peter tossing and turning, eventually letting out a yawn that sounds very much like he's awake.

It's probably too dark for him to see that your eyes are open, but you lift up your hand, waving at him and he sees it.

He lifts his head to make sure he saw right, "Hi," you whisper.

"Hi," he whispers back, sounding just as awake as he did a few hours back.

After a few seconds of contemplating, you quietly get out of bed, opening the door to the hallway, letting in at least some light. You motion for Peter to come with you, and he jumps up immediately, squeezing past you.

"Hi," he says again, after you shut the door to Ned's room.

It's weird being awake so late with a boy, alone with a boy. Especially when that boy is Peter Parker.

It's dark outside but the windows in the hallway don't have curtains, so there's enough light for you to see each other normally.

"I couldn't sleep," you say, pulling your sweatshirt over your fingers.

"Me neither... Do you want to go to the living room so we can talk or something? I don't think I'll be able to sleep anyway."

You nod, pulling him into the living room where you switch on a little lamp.

Peter takes the fluffy blanket from the side and drapes it across both your laps. Well mostly yours, and you scoot closer to him so you both get the same amount of blanket.

"I often have problems sleeping anywhere except in my own bed. Even when we're on holiday I have to take a few days to get accustomed to the bed and by the time I can sleep there we're going home again," you tell Peter, laying your head on the headrest of the couch.

He smiles at you, thinking of what to say, "Actually... Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"This is my first sleepover... ever, and I was kinda nervous about it. But now that I'm with you I'm comfortable."

"I'm comfortable too," you say, although your heart feels like it's going to leap from your chest any second and his nervous smile tells you he's also not as calm as he says he is.

"Ned has slept at my place a few times since I have bunk beds but I've never slept at his place."

"Bunk beds? That's so cool," you smile, hoping he gets the hint. And he does.

"Yeah, you should come see them sometime. I mean, they're not special but they're bunk beds so, if you like bunk beds, then you'll like them."

You giggle, making a bold move and taking his hand. His fingers slip between yours, his clammy palm touching you.