Daydream [ Peter Parker x Reader ]
‘a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one's attention from the present’ - [WARNING: contains spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home! Proceed with caution!]
There had been a change in the air since the connection between universes, most played it off as relief washing over the nation as the heroes once again fixed the wrong doings of the world. However, since the moment the fight at the statue ended, [Y/N] has yet to find a peaceful daydream.
What do you do when your dreams continue to weave themselves into reality, causing a relentless connection of Deja vu? And why did Spider-Man continue to appear in each dream..?
A/N: This story uses gender-neutral pronouns for the reader! Please contact me directly or through replies to be added to my tag list for this series! Without further adieu, please enjoy and let me know what you think~
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prologue : reverie
’a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.’
Everything around them felt wrong. It was not that they felt the world around them was fake, no. It did not feel like it was their world at all, familiar yet distant in the same space. There was a dull, grey tone that had been washed over the environment around them, however it left their own body free in its own vibrant colours. Turning their head to get a better look at their surroundings, they noted that every move made was slower than they were used to. The pace at which people walked, the speed cars were going, the fluttering of the pigeons dispersing from fear, it reminded them of a video being played at half speed. Their feet began to shuffle along the ground, there was something that was calling them to start moving away from their standing space. Tugging at their jacket in order to conceal their body further, their eyes darted from one object to another, trying to figure out where they were. How did they get there?
The young person’s pace picked up a bit as an unsettling feeling began to form in their stomach, being cautious as to not bump into anyone along the street. It was clear that they were in New York, that much could be gathered by the slew of taxi cabs, rushed members of the public, and idle conversations of the Daily Bugle’s last broadcast. As they approached the corner of the path, their next plan was to identify what part of New York they were in, a shred of hope shining through in their thoughts. Perhaps they were closer to home than they originally had thought, that was what they had wished for, at least. The idea of taking a nap to fix this probably came to mind, the idea making enough sense to deliver an extra sense of drive in their mission. Checking the direction of oncoming traffic, they hurriedly made their way across the street.
As their steps moved with a sense of urgency, their other senses began to grow numb. It was something that was not expected, and not an occurrence that had happened to them often. In the moment that they had begun to question it in thought however, a loud voice suddenly grabbed their attention.
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“... And that’s all I remember, next thing I knew, I was waking up,” they said, a tired strain coming through their voice. “Dunno what any of it means, either.”
“When did these dreams start again?” MJ spoke flatly, barely raising her eyes from her book. “Like, a couple weeks ago, right?”
“It was.. Not long after that incident happened? The one at the statue, since then it’s just been a long list of strange dreams with no meaning. And to top it off, someone always calls out to me, right as I wake up.”
“Maybe that’s your body trying to tell you to get up.”
“Maybe? But why is it always the same voice then?”
“Dunno, could it be your long lost sanity coming back to you?”
“Will you two quit your chatter and get back to work?! Michelle, put that damn book away, and help [Y/N] with the decorations. Christmas ain’t gonna decorate itself,” a rough, masculine voice broke up the conversation between the pair, earning a groan from MJ. Shutting her book, she glanced up at her co-worker.
“Do you need help, or?” She questioned, getting up from her seat.
“If you could take over for me, I’ll get started on switching the coffee over. Someone complained about it earlier but..” they sighed, slowly stepping themselves down off the ladder they were using. “I think their taste buds were just shoved in the wrong place.”
MJ attempted to keep herself from snickering, instead clearing her throat as she moved behind [Y/N]. Dusting off their uniform, they moved slowly behind the counter of the diner, avoiding the strange, sticky substance that the workers had collectively agreed to ignore. A running joke between those who frequented the diner was that no matter how hard someone would clean the spot, the stain had never let up. Not one to put more effort in their job than necessary, [Y/N] played favour into the idea. All that they knew was the colour of it turned darker as time moved on, the scent of it numbing to nothing. As they approached the coffee pot, their mind flickered back to the dream that had plagued them that previous night. It was beginning to grow into a problem with how vivid their dreams were becoming, what felt like reality trying to take a hold of their one escape from the environment around them. That was the part that had felt the most cruel to them, their escape method in the form of sleep was growing more tiring than life ever was. A small sigh escaped from their lips as their thoughts dragged onto a new idea, wondering how they would cope if these dreams kept up. How would it interfere with their day-to-day life when college would start, they wondered that most of all.
As their thoughts began to wander further, [Y/N] was interrupted by the chime of the entrance bell, signalling that a customer had likely entered the store. They cursed themselves under their breath, placing the unchanged coffee pot back where it had previously belonged. Turning their attention to the door, their eyes fell on a young man, standing with a bewildered look in his eyes. His hair was styled neatly, his clothing free from wrinkles and any trace of dirt. As they went to greet the customer, the young person’s eyes fell to someone who had walked in behind him.
“Oh, hey Ned! MJ is just over there if you wanna take a seat, I’ll be over in a sec,” they spoke with an extra bounce in their words, head gesturing toward where their friend was. Ned gave a nod in response, waving to MJ as he walked over in her direction.
[Y/N]’s smile faded a little, moving closer to the counter to gain the attention of the customer. Their brow furrowed, noticing a change in the man’s eyes, his look becoming more akin to fondness and reflection. They wondered to themselves if this customer had known their friends previously, or if he was an overly emotional man. Either seemed to be plausible, though. Clearing their throat, [Y/N] gained the young man’s attention toward themselves.
“Can I get you anything today? Or, did you need time to look at the menu a bit first?” They asked, patting down their pocket in order to find their notebook. Feeling their pocket being empty, they rolled their eyes, focusing their attention back onto the customer.
“M-my name’s Peter Parker and I..” he started to speak, his words catching as he began to look conflicted. [Y/N] could not recall the last time they had encountered a customer as odd as this one.
“.. would like a coffee.. please.”