Hey! Sorry for asking but I love the way you write YBG'S headcannons so I was wondering...
How would Peter react to us walking in our sleep? (I tend to sleepwalk every now and then, specially when I'm out of my comfort zone, so this could be pretty interesting)
♡ i'm so glad you like it, sweetheart!! no need to apologise, I love love love getting asks , here you go!!
! even though there's no nsfw in this, your boyfriend is an 18+ game, so the 18+ only rule still applies lovelies <3 ! 🎀🩷
some of my headcanons for peter with a sleepwalking reader ♡
♡ would honestly find it so adorable, chuckling at you slightly before doing anything else
♡ follows you around, he couldn't live with himself if he let his darling get hurt after all
♡ scoops you up in his arms gently and presses kisses to your forehead before carrying you back to bed with him
♡ sometimes records it and shows it to you in the morning, telling you how cute you looked
♡ of course, this embarrasses you slightly, but that makes it even more fun for peter "awe, you're so shy, baby,"
♡ speaks to you sweetly in your half conscious state
♡ sometimes says things that he wouldn't normally say to you when you're fully awake, enjoying the risk of if you'd remember it or not
♡ "where are you going, sleepyhead?"
♡ won't let himself fall asleep until he's completely sure that you're settled, not wanting you to accidentally slip or hurt yourself
♡ holds you tightly once you're back in bed with him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him
♡ if he knew that it was something that occurred when you were uncomfortable, he would do his best to soothe you
♡ "shh, its okay, precious." "I've got you." "just get some rest, I'm right here"
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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡
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Warnings: YB x slightly paranoid reader (but are they really?)
"He hates me.”
“You're-” “no TK, really, he does!”, you interrupted your coworker’s futile attempt to console you as you continued to stare at the dowry man in booth two.
“You're overreacting.” They finally managed to say, “He's like this with everybody, including me!”
But you wouldn't hear it, shooting them the meanest glare you could muster.
“This,” you spoke seriously as you stared them down “is how he looks at me. And not just when I'm serving, either.”
“And I don't know why!” you let your face resume it's normal expression, ignoring the way TK rolled their eyes at you.
“I mean…I'm nice, right? I'm good with people!”
“You don't actually want an answer to-” “no. I don't.” you laughed, punching their shoulder.
Tall, skinny, blue shirt, blue eyes with eye bags that spoke volumes had come into the diner and sat down at the same damn booth for a month now. And you were yet to see him smile. See him do anything, really.
He just sat there and stared, and though your friend might tell you you're insane for it, you were certain he was staring specifically at you. And with an intensity that, well to put it frankly, scared you.
To the point that you were getting paranoid, feeling like you were being watched even when he wasn't even there. You began to imagine that someday he'd be lurking outside the diner, waiting until your shift ended to kidnap you or something. He didn't, though. In fact, you never actually saw him outside of work.
He did always stay until your shift ended, however. Still nursing that same milkshake, sometimes strawberry, sometimes vanilla, but always a milkshake. And just before you'd close up, he'd be gone, with no trace left behind except for a suddenly empty glass and the biggest tip anyone had left that day.
“I just don't understand you…” you said out loud, prompting a notepad and a pen to get shoved into your hands.
“Then Talk to him.” your coworker said, shoving you forward into the dining area and disappearing into the kitchen before you had a chance to protest.
And once you were done giving them the silent middle finger, your eyes immediately searched for the strange man. And there he was, still. As always, in booth 2, with his gaze focused on the bottom of his milkshake and his hands…making paper cranes?
You squinted, not having seen him do much of anything before but no. He was really making little origami cranes out of your napkins. Two on the table already, one still in progress. Can this guy get any weirder?
Approaching him slowly, he turned his eyes away from the drink and up to you, freezing you in place like a deer caught in headlights. There it was- that look.
His entire body seemed to stiffen up, the rest of his face neutral but his pupils blown wide, staring directly into yours, not like he was trying to read you but more as if he was trying to consume you. Or your soul. You really didn't know and, to be honest, you didn't want to find out, either.
You just wanted to turn around and hide in the back of the diner until TK closed shop and he was finally gone- but you wanted to get paid. And unfortunately that meant interacting with the customers. So you sucked it up and finally opened your mouth like a normal human would.
“I-Is-” fuck, and you were stuttering.
Coughing into your arm, you took a deep breath and repeated yourself “Is everything to your liking? Uh, sir.”
But he still didn't answer. He just looked. At your face, then your arms, then your hands, then to your face again until he…smiled.
An actual, honest to god, smile!
You couldn't believe it, it was almost enough to make you weep in joy! Which sounds like an overstatement, but given that you were fully prepared for him to get up and yell at you, it really wasn't.
“Y-yeah…” he spoke “the milkshakes here are good.” and you couldn't suppress the thought that his voice sounded kind of sweet.
“Yeah! I like them too!!” you laughed with way too much enthusiasm, but it didn't seem to faze him at all.
“B-but I honestly come here for the service.” he admitted, his cheeks suddenly dusted with a sweet pink.
“I always look forward to seeing you.”
It's ridiculous how quickly your view of the man had shifted from creepy to cutie, and you despised the thought that followed. Ugh, TK was right.
Though your thoughts on how your coworker wasn't ever going to let you live this down were quickly interrupted as ‘Blue Eyes’ continued to sing his praise for you.
“I know this might be sudden…really, sudden. But would you... let me take you out to dinner sometime?” he suddenly asked, and you answered without thinking.
“Like, a date?”
And the way his face flushed gave away his response.
This entire situation was too much for you. The man that hated you- that you thought hated you, were sure of, even. He just asked you out on a date. And even worse…
“G-gladly!”
You said yes.
And that was enough to transform him completely, the gloomy expression from before nowhere to be found, instead replaced by a giant grin and what looked to be hearts in his eyes. His eyes, which you now found yourself so easily lost in.
But before you could do so, you quickly scribbled down your name and number into your notepad and ripped out the page to give to him.
“It's a date, then.”
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