#andrew garfiled x reader

Peter shot up with a start, immediately getting his bearings, prepared to fight off any villain. His spider sense had woken him up like a lightening strike, his breath racing and heart in his chest. But, there was a lack of danger around him, he found.

He whipped his head side to side trying to find the source of this anxiety his tingle was setting off. And yet, his room sat exactly the same as he left it, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. The sound of his phone vibrating caught his attention.

He swiftly picked it up, hoping for a hint of what was happening. And yet the name on his phone didn’t ease his anxiety, it worsened it. Y/N.

“Y/N! Baby! Are you okay?” He rushed, hoping to have some semblance of an answer for all of this. And he did, it just wasn’t the one he wanted.

Peter quickly realized your amidst some sort of panic, seeing as all he could hear was his name being repeated over and over, with gasping breaths and sobs between, and the word dead mixed around in there. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t uncommon for something like this to happen, or at least it didn’t used to be.

He cursed himself for the previous choice he made, earlier in the night. His patrol had ended later than typical at a painful 4:00 in the morning. Deciding that Y/N was probably passed pout cold at this point, he decide to head back to his place, spending a rare night alone. But he should have known better.

You have been living with intense PTSD (self diagnosed of course, because a therapist would send you to the mental hospital immediately after the shit you’ve seen) for the past 9 months or so after seeing Peter in constant physical pain. His injuries burned into your brain. And of course you never complained about helping him at night. He was your person, you’d do anything for him. But just because your conscious had come to terms with it, did not mean your subconscious did.

When it was really bad 4 nights out of the week, you were waking up to night terrors of some awful thing happening to Peter. Unfortunately for you, your imagination and the reality of the things you’ve faced have put together quite the collection of horrific dreams.

But after finding the problem and the solution you were able to manage a more livable life. There were small things that made life easier with Peter. You would sleep in his shirts to have the scent relax you. You always text him before bed to see if/when he would be atto your place. You started taking melatonin (at his request) so that you had an easier time falling asleep.

Things were getting better. But that didn’t mean the rough nights had completely vanished. They happened every now and then, but Peter had typically been there by your side immediately, or only a few blocks away on patrol.

“Peter, please. You were dead Pete,” You sobbed into the phone. Your hands searched the bed for a source of comfort, and hand to hold in the dark. But it was just a big, empty, cold bed. You continue to sob at the feelings of empty sheets.

“Deep breath , I’m not dead. I’m on my way,” Peter replied from his end, pulling on the last of his suit, and getting ready to swing to your place. He made the typical 20 minute journey and solid 10 this time around, pushing his body to the absolute limit for you. Anything for you.

He slid into the room slowly, not wanting to startle you in your frightened state. His heart nearly crumbled at the sight of you. Sitting up in bed, hair strewn in every direction from pulling at it, one hand searching the sheet, the other firmly holding the locket to your chest, eyes red with heartache filling them.

“I’m here baby, I’m whole,” Peter blurted, sliding quickly across the floor to you, hands reached out. You let out a gasp at the sound of his voice, and let out a sob of relief at the sight of him. You reached your arms out to him, not trusting your legs to make it to meet him half way.

Within a second you felt his arms around your body, lifting you and pressing it into his body. With little effort he held you, flattening every inch of you to him so you were sure that he was here and real. Your hand tightly gripped the nape of his neck and his hair, pulling him impossibly close to you.

Peter, your heart sighed, getting a whiff of his smell. Sweet like vanilla. He was really here.

Time seemed to stand still with him in your arms. Your heart relaxed, he was real, he was whole. He moved slowly, tiptoeing around the room, and finally deciding on the bed. He laid against the head board letting you continue to squeeze around his neck, now you just laid in his chest instead.

A generous amount of time passed when you had eventually calmed down completely and fell into a trance state. But there would be no sleep tonight. Every time you closed your eyes he was gone. It was too hard. No sleep.

“How are you doing love?” He whispered, combing a hand through your hair.

“7.5,” You responded. It was a system you two had learned to use to help the other person understand where they were in the recovery process of what ever it might be. He nodded in response.

“How can I help,” He then asked for a little more detail.

“You can go to sleep love, you’ve been out all night. I’m okay now,” You responded trying to be rational. You knew he was tired. And you were actually okay with him going to sleep. As long as you could hear his heart beating, you would make it through the night.

“No, I’m okay. I wanna help you,” He replied. Stubborn as usual.

“The sun should be coming up soon, do you wanna go watch?” He asked, catching on to the idea that you would not be going to sleep tonight. You let out a sigh and nodded yes to him.

As you two unstuck from each other, you giggled a bit looking to your chest where there now lied a red indent spider from the suit Pete was still in.

“See, now you’re mine forever,” Peter commented, giving you a boyish grin. You leaned back into him, pushing your lips into his wanting to have him as close as possible. His tongue darted between your lips, roaming your mouth a bit.

Peter then pulled away slightly before making his way down your neck to your chest. He traced the outline of the spider with his lips, leaving kisses and small bites. He pulled your shirt down slightly leaving kisses on the exposed skin. You watched him with love and admiration in your eyes. He pulled away slowly, leaving one more kiss on your parted lips.

“God, when I look at you, I know, hell is another place I’d go to keep you warm,” Peter recited to you. You lean forward with a smile pressing a small kiss to his forehead.

Eventually you can both make it out of bed. You sit at the end of the bed as Peter changes into some of his spare clothes here. You grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed and made your way over to the window while Peter turned on the fairy light around your room for a little more warmth.

He pulled your lounge chair over, and propped it right into the spot with the best view out the window. He plopped down, and then placed his hands on your hips guiding you to his lap. You fluffed the blanket out and laid it across you two, leaning back into Peter.

“There is no where you would go that I wouldn’t follow. My soul is far too entangled in yours to ever let that happen. I love you forever,” Peter whispered quietly in your ear, and the sun melted into the world leaving an orange hew in the room.

You lifted his knuckles to your lips, and rested a soft kiss on them, then pulled it close to your chest. Minutes later you heard quite snores from behind you, and your body completely relaxed.