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imnotgoinghome · 9 months

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I Think I Like This Story

For the people wondering, not this I’m not a part of my story ‘Alive or Just Breathing’. Chapter 3 is in the works, trust me but right now I just need a break from thinking about it. It’s not easy for me to write sometimes and I know I just came back from a HUGE writers block, but sometimes we just needs break, ya know? I also have been on vacation so that’s one reason why Chapter 3 Isn’t out yet, but I’ll get working on it soon, trust me. Anyways, hope you guys like this story. It’s just a cute short little blur but I think it’s cute and I hope you guys will too.

Summary:

With overwhelming stress and anxiety, all you wanted was to get away. But what you failed to realize, was that this get away wasn’t going to end like the rest.

Warning:

Mentions of stress and anxiety, Reading? (Is that a warning?), Kissing

Also:

Really did try to write this as kinda a strangers to lovers type thing.

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Things had been rough. Not everything was going smoothly. After a resent break up and finals coming up in a few weeks, the stress became overwhelming. It became to much.

Most days it was bearable, but on the occasional days when things got out of hand, you needed an escape. You needed somewhere to go where you could just calm down, just relax. You needed to be by yourself, but you knew you couldn’t stay home.

Living alone was great, but sometimes you couldn’t afford to stay in the same apartment. You needed fresh air. You needed a quiet place to just forget the world.

One late October afternoon upon deciding to just walk around the city of New York to see where the night would lead you, you were sure you found your spot. All you had that night was your phone and yourself.

You managed to find a less populated area of Central Park, which you were sure was almost impossible at first. But nonetheless, you managed to find a quiet spot, which was all you needed.

It was the place you could go to when you needed a break. The place you could go to to just think. To breath. To be yourself. It was just what you needed.

Finals were stressful. Everyone was stressed, you were sure of it. The mountains of homework you would have to complete. The hours of studying you had to commit to if you wanted to pass. Everyone being to busy to spend time alone, with themselves. After a few days, you had had enough. The sleepless nights, the stress induced panic you felt, and the anxiety and fear out of what might happen was all becoming to much. You needed to get away, to be alone. Which, lucky for you, you had just the spot.

You grabbed your phone, a light jacket, and your favorite romance book before leaving your apartment and the stress of the week ahead. You walked in silence, only smiling and waving at those kind enough to return the gesture. The clouds rolled in, the wind creating a gentle breeze as you walked. The sky seemed brighter then normal, only helping clear your mind even further. Nature always had its way of calming you. Something about living in the city but still being able to see the beauty of nature gave you a sense of security.

You slowed your pace the closer you got to the tree you had undoubtedly claimed in the luscious park. You sat down, resting your head against the tree as you took in your surroundings, making yourself comfortable as you knew it would be dark before you left.

It was one of the rare days that you got off early through the week, so you planned to take full advantage of it. You teachers said it was so you could study, but you all knew that a bunch of high schoolers weren’t gonna study until last minute.

You on the other hand, had been study small sections of your notes for the past few days, which gave you more time for yourself, and less stress overall. You hadn’t even gotten close to being done, but you still managed to get some done which you were proud of.

You opened your book, turning to the page you have last seen and gotten lost in. It didn’t take long for the world to disappear, allowing you to fully focus on the book in your hands. But it didn’t last for long. You failed to notice the boy at first, but after a couple minutes of looking around you noticed him. The boy was none other then Peter Parker, which you recognized from school. You hadn’t talked much, but you had seen him before.

He gave you a shy smile when he noticed you. “Hey, you’re Y/n right?” The boy asked.

“Yeah. And you would be Peter, correct?” You replied. Peter smiled before nodding, not realizing that you knew his name but loved that you did.

“What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you around here before” Peter toyed with his jacket as you questioned you. You hadn’t really talked to each other, which made him quite nervous.

Peter noticed the way your lips turned up at the corners as you thought about his question. You turned your attention to the sunset before replying, “I come here to get away sometimes. With everything coming up, it’s just a little stressful, ya know?” You explained.

“Tell me about it” Peter replied with an eye roll and a playful smile which you returned.

“Wanna sit?” You asked welcomely. The boy beamed at you for a moment before happily joining you on the ground.

“So, do you come here a lot? To get away, I mean” he asked.

“Sometimes. It’s not unusual for people to find me here, but it’s also not all the time. I tend to come here when I want a break from things, but also just to watch the sunset” you told him as you both watched the bottom of the sun dip below the horizon.

“What’s that for?” Peter asked shyly as he pointed to the book on the ground.

“Never seen a book Parker?” You joked, making him laugh as well.

“No, I have, just — what are you reading?” He replied.

“Oh, this old thing” you gestured to the cover, “its just one of my old books that I got a long time ago before I moved here. I read it a lot, mostly just to feel at home again” you trailed off. Peter lips formed a small frown, something that didn’t got unnoticed by you.

“If you wondering, I moved here when I was 7. My mom and dad got divorced when I was little so me and my mom moved here to just get away from home. She wanted change. Sure, I wanted to stay back in Seattle, but I was 7 so I just went with it. Before we left I found a couple books that reminded me of home that I kept for myself, this being one of them” you told him. Peter didn’t question as he assumed you didn’t really like the subject.

“If I’m being honest, I think I’ve read this book about 8 times” you said as you picked up the pink covered book on the grass.

“Ya know, there’s a book and record store across the street that has some pretty good stuff. I’ve been there a couple times, it’s always good for when I want something different,” Peter hesitated before continuing, “I took take you, if you want. But we don’t have to — ”

“You know what,” you sit his ramble short, “let’s do it”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

After a couple of minutes of walking, and talking, you arrived at “Strand Book Store” (yes I got it off line, shut up). Peter opened the door, leading you inside before picking up the nearest book he could find.

“Famous Ending… hmmmm, okay well that sounds like a fantasy book” he chuckled as he looked at the cover.

“Oooo, look at this, ‘Where happiness ends’ okay, that’s just sad” you said as you picked up a book off a shelf.

You and Peter continued going around the store, picking up books with funny titles as you tried to figure out the context without any details.

“Ooo, the romance section” you spoke as you came across your favorite writings.

“I take it this is what you like?” Peter laughed as you scanned the shelves with wide eyes, like a kid in a candy store.

“Yeah it is” you said as you picked up a book with a quite interesting cover. It looked like a canvas with paint splotches all over it, mostly consisting of dark colors except for one color which was yellow. “Look at this,” you said as you usher him over, “Sunshine in the Darkness, what could that possibly be?” You giggled.

“Something cheesy that’s for sure” Peter mumbled as he examined the book.

“Ooo, wait, this one sounds kinda good” you said as you read the summary to one off the shelf. You examined it, taking in the cover and all the books details.

“Whats that one about?” He asked as he set ‘Sunshine in the Darkness’ back on the shelf.

You almost told Peter to read the summary before an idea popped into your head.

“What do you think it’s about?”

Peter thought for a moment. He had an idea, which he was hoping would go as he planned.

“I think this is one where he kisses her because he thinks she’s pretty…” he stated as you looked between the book and you. You felt butterflies, as you could only hope this was going where you thought.

“Do you think she wants him to kiss her?” He asked. Yep, going where you thought.

“Yeah…” you said slowly. You noticed the small smile on Peter lips as he got closer to you, placing his hands on your waist ever so gently.

“I think I like this story…” Peter said softly.

“Yeah, I think I like it too” you said with a smile before connecting your lips.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #fluff #readers pov #cuteness #peter parker blur #tom holland peter parker #New York #book store #central park #sunset #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker x y/n #strangers to lovers

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imnotgoinghome · 10 months

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Alive or Just Breathing?

Hey peeps! I’m back with Chapter 2 of my first very series on my account so I hope you guys like. Just fyi, I did make MJ show affection…. I know right? It’s like illegal. But anyway, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2:

What Am I Supposed to do?

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Summary:

You and Peter always went to your best friends (and roommates) when you were hurting or having trouble, but can you really count on their advice for everything?

Warning:

MJ being affectionate, Crying, Fluff?

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“I don’t know what to do….” You told Mj as the two of you sat on your bed. It was late, 12:30am to be exact, but time was irrelevant to the two of you. Peter had left, not having any more words to exchange, you both decided it was better for him to just leave.

“I know this is hard for you. I know that this conversation wasn’t easy for you to have. And I think, from what you told me, you handled it the best you could. I can’t tell you that everything’s gonna be ok, but I can tell you that everything will work itself out one way or another” Mj explained to you, desperately trying to comfort her best friend.

“Thanks Mj. I know your trying to help. But I just don’t know if your right. I know that no one can guarantee everything will be ok, but will everything just magically work out? Because what if when it works out Peter and I aren’t together anymore,” you breathing became uneasy as you spoken. You were trying to tell yourself that you and Peter where met for each other. That everything was okay. That everyone was going to be okay. But it was no use. Because no matter how hard you tried to believe in him, you always doubted him more. “Mj, what if he ends up hating me because I broke up with him? What happens when we hate each other?” You asked her as an attempt to ground yourself.

Mj was quick to pick up on the disappointed undertone your voice had as you spoke. She knew that you didn’t want to break up with Peter, and to he knowledge, she could only assume you thought you had to.

“Y/n, did you actually want to break up with Peter?” She asked you softly. If all else failed, at least she’d know how you truly felt.

“Can I be honest?” You replied, causing MJ to nod slowly. “I broke up with Peter because I felt lost. I felt alone. With him, I felt warm. But without him, I felt the opposite. When we started dating, I felt like a warm summer day. But recently I’ve been feeling like a cold winter night. And thanks to that, my mind became hazy. It was hard for me to be around because I would get to hot. After being so cold, and getting so hot that quickly, it became to much for me to handle. So, in order to try and prevent it, I invited him over less. I didn’t text or call him as much. And eventually, it got to a point where neither of us started a conversation, leaving us both empty handed. We got to the point where we never saw or talked to each other other then Peter‘s occasional swing by and at school. And I think that over time I started to realize that I didn’t want that. So I tried to talk to him but he didn’t understand so I left it alone…”

“Until tonight. So you broke up with him because that was the only way to get him to listen to you” MJ had taken the words right out of your mouth. You sat there, not knowing what to tell her or even say.

“Yeah…” was all you could say before MJ interrupted you. “You know you could’ve talked to me right? I’m always here for you. Why else do you think we’re roommates?” She added, causing you to laugh for the first time that day.

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I just wish I could’ve handled it better. Because truth be told, I really didn’t want to have to break up with Peter, I just wanted him to listen to me… I just miss being listened to sometimes” you told her, taking sudden interest in your hands.

MJ slowly brought her hand to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before bring your eyes to met hers. “I meant what I said, I’m always here for you. Whether that means to listen, to talk, or even just to help you with your makeup or homework. I’m always here for you Y/n”.

“Thanks MJ. But what am I going to do about Peter?” You asked her.

“You know what you need,” you raised an eyebrow, “a girls day. Get some rest girlfriend cause tomorrow I’m calling Betty and Liz and the four of us are going to the mall” MJ explained, kissing your forehead before she left.

“Ok. Night MJ” you called after her.

“Night Y/n” she said before closing your bedroom door.

“It was so awkward dude. I don’t know what I’m gonna do” Peter sighed as he flopped back on his bed. Ned sighed, looking at his best friend with a disappointed expression.

“Look, Y/n broke up with you right?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you know why?” Ned questioned.

“Something about I didn’t give her enough attention or something, I don’t remember” Peter lied. He knew exactly why you broke up with him, he could only hope he didn’t have to tell Ned too.

“Come on Peter, we both know that’s a lie”

“Fine. She broke up with me because I wasn’t there. She broke up with me because I’m a horrible person, ok? Is that what you wanted?” Peter asked, clearly annoyed.

“Ok, just calm down and let’s figure this out”

“I am calm!” Peter snapped. He didn’t want to talk about it. But he knew Ned wasn’t going to let it go. So, he took a couple deep breaths and tried to steady himself.

“Why did she say you were a horrible person?” Ned asked, clearly not understanding Peter’s exaggeration.

“She didn’t call me a horrible person, Ned. She implied that I am a horrible person” he explained.

“Ok so why did she imply that you are a horrible person?”

Peter gave him a quick look of disgust before explaining. “She implied that I am a horrible person because she said that I didn’t make enough time for her. She said that I was growing distant, constantly ditching her, never spending time with her. Like, can you believe that? Me? A flaker?” Peter asked him. Ned knew that Peter was trying to cover the fact that the subject hurt him. He knew what Peter was saying wasn’t what he meant.

“Well, I mean you have been spending at lot of time out on patrol and by yourself” Ned hastily replied. He knew it wasn’t the smartest response, but it was all he could think to say.

“Really? You too?” He asked, the sad undertone to his words not going unnoticed.

“Look, I know it’s not what you want to hear, and it’s probably not gonna go very well when I said this but,” he took a deep breath. “I’m just gonna say it. Peter, your the one who messed up your relationship. Both of you suffered from you not being there and you didn’t try and fix it, you just let it happen”

“Wow thanks” Peter said as he rolled his eyes.

“Cut the sarcasm and listen to me. You both made mistakes. But you never talked about them. You just let them happen and forgot about them because you never talked to each other. You never listened to each other,”

“Why are you telling me this?” Peter asked sadly.

“I’m telling you this so you can realize that you have the chance to fix it. You have the chance to make things right. But only you can do that. Y/n can tell you she’s sorry all she wants but it won’t mean a thing unless it comes from the person who messed things up to being with. You have to make things right, Peter. And you have to do so before it’s to late.” Ned finished.

“But how do I fix it? How do I fix the thing I messed up so badly?” He asked.

Ned looked at Peter in disbelief. He knew Peter was a genius, but really? How did this man not see it?

“How do you fix it? Peter, I don’t see what you don’t get. I practically just gave you the answer,” Peter looked at Ned expectingly, causing Ned to roll his eyes. “Apologize to her. Genuinely apologize and whatever happens, happens”

“How do I do that?”

“You’ll come up with something, trust me. Just give it time.”

#readers pov #peter parker x reader #fluff #cuteness #peter parker #reader x MJ #peter Parker x ned Leeds #Ned Leeds #affectionate MJ #mj watson #series #chapter 2 #comfort #tom holland peter parker #Jacob batalon Ned Leeds #zendaya mj

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imnotgoinghome · 10 months

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Alive or Just Breathing?

Yes, it’s me. I’m back. So, hope y’all enjoyed your break from me because this series was really hard for me to write and took a while sooo. Chapter 2 will be coming out soon but no guaranteed day yet.

Chapter 1:

I Can’t Do This Anymore

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Summary:

Most days you were okay with Peter leaving, but it could only happen so many times before you finally broke….

Warning:

Yelling, Crying, Sad

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Peter Parker didn’t have an easy job. He didn’t have an easy life. Being Spider-Man wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. Sure, it had its perks, but it also had a downside.

Most days it didn’t bother you. Peter normally had better things to do. Peter constantly had to ditch you for some bad guy. Someone who robbed a bank or sold something illegal. And normally, it didn’t bother you. You were use to it. Normally Peter would give an excuse for leaving and disappear for several hours.

Most days you were fine. But, was this really what you wanted? A life of wondering if Peter would make it to your date. A life of feeling like a nobody. A life of being alone.

Sure, Peter was there. And when he was, he was happy. He never let you see that he was hurting. He never let you see that he was concerned about the crime of New York. He never talked to you. Which is what bothered you the most.

You understood the responsibility. You understood that he had to be there. That the people of New York City were counting on Spider-Man to be there to save their lives. To keep them safe. You understood. But what you didn’t understand was why Peter wouldn’t let you be there to save him.

No one cared about who was behind the mask. No one cared about the toll this job took on the people subjective to it. All they cared about was Spider-Man. All the wanted was him to be there.

You normally questioned your relationship. You always did. You had your doubts. Everyone does. No one was safe from the doubt that rested in the back of their mind. And no one could save them from it. Because it wasn’t like an other villain. It was stronger. It was there to make you worry. To reak havoc in the lives of those who let it consume them. And after 3 months of fighting the doubt, you were ready to give into it.

You had had it with the excuses. You didn’t want to put up with it anymore. You wanted answers, and you wanted them now. Nothing was more important to you then your and Peters relationship, and if he was going to continue to try to destroy, you were going to find out why.

You made a deal with yourself. If Peter couldn’t give you an answer to why he was gone. If he didn’t care about the effect it had on you, you agreed that you were done. You had always thought the two of you would last forever. But maybe the word forever was meant for memories, not people.

After hours of waiting, you finally heard a knock on your window. The same knock you heard every night. Peter’s knock.

Peter wore a smile, something he did quite often, even if he didn’t mean it.

You slowly got off your bed, placing your phone on your nightstand before walking over to your window. You looked at him sadly, opening your window as you backed up quietly.

“Hey,” Peter said, looking at your face with hesitation as your eyes slowly traced over the floor. “Is something wrong? You seem off” he asked as he stepped closer to your still figure. He quickly removed his mask before returning his attention back to you.

“Peter…” you mumbled softly as your eyes met his. He stared at you for a moment, taking in your features as you stilled in front of you.“We need to talk.”

“Y/N, is everything okay? Your scaring me” He replied as he let his mask fall to the floor. You took a deep breath, desperately trying to prepare yourself for the conversation you were about to have.

“Peter… I think,” you closed your eyes, “I think we need to— to break up”

“What?” He asked quietly.

“I think we need to break up” you repeated. You impatiently waited for him to say something, and when he didn’t, you continued.

“Peter, I don’t know if you can remember the last time we went on a date,”

“May 22nd” he quickly interrupted.

“Or the last time we had a day of just us”

“A couple weeks ago”

“Or the last time we saw each other”

“Few days ago…” this time, you didn’t continue, only looking at him with a concerned expression.

“Y/n, I don’t think I understand” Peter stated hesitantly.

“Peter, do you not hear yourself?” You asked, a little mad that he missed your point. Of course you remembered your last date, the last day you had to yourselves, the last time you had seen each other. But that wasn’t the point.

“We haven’t been on a date in two months. We haven’t had a day to yourselves in three weeks, we haven’t even seen each other an six days!” You explained, your voice breaking as you tried to continue. “Do you know why?” You asked the confused boy standing in front of you.

“Why” he finally questioned.

“Because I tried, you didn’t. Because I cried, you didn’t. Because you left, I didn’t.” You stated. Your felt your angry raising. You felt the tears in your eyes become harder to keep from falling.

“What are you talking about? I have responsibility Y/n. I can’t just drop everything because you miss me. I can’t let someone die because I was with you! I can’t believe you think that I don’t try. Because I do try!” He attempted to defend himself. “Your just being sensitive” he said, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

Oh , that was it.

“IM BEIGN SENSITIVE???” Your voice raised. You were mad, and Peter knew it. He knew he shouldn’t r have said that. He knew, but it was to late. If you had been holding back, Peter could only hope you wouldn’t kill him.

“Peter, I cannot BEGIN to tell you how many times you’ve left me. How many plans have been cancelled because you have to leave. Because you have bigger problems to worry about. And I understand that you have responsibilities as a super hero, but did you ever stop to think about how it makes me feel? Do you ever think about how I feel?” It’s not easy being the girlfriend of a super hero, and the fact that you don’t ever think about me before you just run off hurts. I get that you can’t stay. I understand you have to go. But when you leave you don’t even bother to come back and talk to me after your done. You don’t even tell me when you finish or when your safe. You just let me assume because apparently you have better things to do. You never talk to me anymore. You never make time for me Peter! It hurts, ok! So maybe I am sensitive, maybe I am overreacting. But you don’t get to tell me my feelings. That’s not for you to decide” You told him, tears beginning to run down both your faces. You quickly turned around, quickly walking to sit on your bed, not wanting to make eye contact with your boyfriend.

Peter looked at the floor, no longer able to look at you. He felt like his body had been taken away from him. Like he wasn’t really in this situation. But, sadly, here he was. Tears on his face, hoping, praying that things would work out. That he could make things right.

“Sometimes I wish my life was a book. So that I could take a peak at the last few pages. So I could know if things work out. So I can know if we’re ok” you slowly said, toying with your fingers as tears ran down your cheeks.

Peter looked at you with sad eyes, tear stained cheeks, and nothing but excuses. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy to get out of this one. He knew what was going to happen. But more importantly, Peter knew you. He knew that when you were confused about something, you were gonna find an answer. He just hoped you find the answer you both wanted.

“You know Peter, I always thought we were gonna be forever,” at that Peter sat down on your bed beside you, “but I’m starting to think that maybe the word forever isn’t meant for people” you looked at him, desperately searching for a reaction. Anything.

Peter tried to find words. He tried to find something to say. All he could think of do was say sorry. But he knew that wasn’t good enough.

“It’s sad when someone can walk right past you and pretend that you were never a big part of their life. And right now, I can’t help but feel like a stranger,” Peter finally admitted. “You were right, you know? No one has the right to tell you how to feel. And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn’t be yourself. But this whole time, my biggest fear has always been that one day you’ll walk about see me the way I see myself,” he told you, looking at your face as he desperately tried to fix the relationship he ruined. “I’ve always feared that you’d walk up one day and it would all be over. Because the saddest part in life is saying goodbye to someone you wish to spend your life with. And for me, that’s you. I never planned for this to happen. It was never supposed to come to this” He explained to you.

“What was supposed to happen? You left me, Peter. You practically just ignored me. You pushed me so far away it took everything I had to come back” You finally told him.

“I know, and I’m sorry for that. I just got so busy that became all I did. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you. I got busy, I just wanted a break, and I guess I took it alone when I could’ve been with you. I know I made mistakes, and I know that they hurt you. But just please, please give me a second chance” he tried. Peter knew that he wasn’t getting out of this. So he made his only play. He just had to pray it was enough.

“Peter… how do I know this won’t happen again? How do I know I can always count on you if your never there? How do I know you’ll make it back? How I know you won’t die?” You brought your knees to your chest. You knew what you said wasn’t what he was expecting. But it was genuine concerns you had. You had to know if he could give you an answer.

“I — I don’t know…” he admitted. “I can’t guarantee it won’t happen again. I can’t tell you it’s gonna be okay because I don’t know if it will be.”

“Then, I don’t know I can do this Peter. I don’t want to have to worry all the time. I don’t wanna have to be alone all the time. I don’t wanna have to wonder if your okay. Because I do. I want you to come home. I want you to be okay. I need you to be okay. Because I — I don’t know what I would do without you…” you told him as you took sudden interest in the floor.

Peter Parker was at a lose for words. He didn’t know what to do or say. He wasn’t sure if you even knew what effect your words had on him. Peter continued to think. He continued to try to think of what he could do, until he heard a small “I love you…” escape from your quivering lips. He whipped his head to look at you. Had you meant it?

“I love you too” he slowly replied. You didn’t say anything, causing Peter to take that as a hit that you were done talking. You had said all you want to say, all you could do was hope he understood.

#peter parker #readers pov #peter parker x reader #fluff #sad #crying #breakup?#break up #relationship stuff #relationship struggles #couple goals #chapter 1 #chapter one #series #tom holland #tom holland peter parker #peter parker blur #peter parker series

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imnotgoinghome · 10 months

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Alive or Just Breathing?

I would like to warn y’all now; this will be a series, marking my first series ever. Hope y’all enjoy this. Also, this is a sad story with what I hope to make a somewhat happy ending but I haven’t decided yet…

Summary:

Peter Parker didn’t have an easy job. And after a while, him being gone tended to take a toll on the people he loved. After getting into a fight, he begins to wonder if he can fix your already broken relationship or if it’s coming to an end for good.

Warning:

Sad, Tears/Crying, Yelling, MJ being affectionate, Some fluff

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Chapter 1:

I Cant Do This Anymore

Most days you were okay with Peter leaving, but it could only happen so many times before you finally broke…

Chapter 2:

What Am I Supposed to do?

You and Peter always went to your best friends (and roommates) when you were hurting or having trouble, but can you really count on their advice for everything?

Chapter 3:

Coming soon

#peter parker #readers pov #peter parker x reader #breakup?#peter parker fluff #kinda fluff #questions #ideas #let me know #series #chapter 1 #chapter #chapter 2

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Also, let me know what your schedule and classes normally look like (if you want). It would be a HUGE help!!

For anyone who’s wondering, and currently in the process of writing a post (I know, different), and am stuck in a situation. You could say writers block, but that would be an understatement, meaning I haven’t started. My brain is trying, like really trying, but I can’t wrap my brain around it.

You guys are such a big help for me, so thank you. I love you guys 🥰!! Make sure to keep an eye on my page for when the new story drops!!!

#peter parker #readers pov #ideas #brain dead #questions #love you!#let me know

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Has anyone ever read a book on tumblr?

Well I got a great way to start

If you click this link it should take you to what I like to call my story board!

Love you guys!

#bookworm #book #story #stories #love you guys #trama #romance

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Hey Guys!

So I know all of you love stories, but have you ever read a whole book on tumblr?

Well how’s your chance! I have a second account called relatiblewriting and one of my friends and I have written a book, so I thought you guys might want to check it out! If you do just up relatiblewriting in your search and go to accounts and bam, my thing is “I Want Myself Back”.

Let me know what you guys think?

Should I write another book?

#relatable writing #creative writing #books and reading #reading #books #story #stories #oliver norman #elijah becket #stacy gonzalez #bruce wiliams #let me know #love you guys #try it #just do it

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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YALLLLL

I just had an idea….. but I need some help with it

So if you only had one day to live, like you were stuck reliving the same day over an over and nothing you did mattered, what would you do?

Let me know…. And if you do, expect a killer post to be coming your way soon.

May even be a series…

😘😘😘😘 love y’all

#what would you do #writes block #let me know #request are open

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Hiiii!

Hope you guys are enjoying, but I’ve been in some serious writers block. Like it’s bad…

But anyway, if any of you guys have a request, that would be great. It might even get me out of writes block 🤔

Love you guys 😘

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Against All Stereotypes

Thank you to my brain for this idea

Summary: Who would have thought of a Nerd and a Popular Girl being friends?

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: yelling, kissing, fluff, stereotypes?

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First day of high school! You can imagine most people would be excited, at least that’s what all the movies and TV show say. But when you walked a day in your shoes, no one would be exciting about first days (especially at school).

Now, walking through the front doors was an adrenaline rush, don’t get me wrong, but once you got inside, you realized just how diverse high school can be (like you needed one more thing in your life right now).

No one truly knew how or why people tended to be so stuck in their own little groups, but that’s just kinda how high school worked. Every group came with their own set of rules.

The Gossip Girls made a rule with the Pretty Perfectionist that they wouldn’t cross paths, between the two groups there was a lot of diversity (even though they were basically the same, but don’t say that to their faces. They will get offended).

Now the Nerds and the Jocks on the other hand, they were two totally separate people. Nerds were the ones everyone stayed away from, but the Jocks, now they had a different story. The Jocks were pretty much who everyone wanted to be, and if you were a Jock, oh man would you get girls. And of course, like any high school movie cliché ever, the popular girls (meaning the Pretty Perfectionist and the Gossip Girls) went for the Jocks. Common knowledge of course.

The nerds, well, you can imagine how that went. Every single Nerd, for the most part, was sure they were in love with one of the popular girls, and all ended up getting rejected.

And then you had your common denominators, which was a horrible name. The common denominator consisted of the kids who weren’t popular but wouldn’t be considered nerds. There were several different groups of people within the common denominators, but everyone just referred to them as a whole (it was just easier that way).

You just so happened to land in this ‘common denominator’ group, but that didn’t last for long.

You quickly made friends with a lot of the Pretty Perfectionist (thanks to your looks), and started hanging out with them, becoming one of them yourself. You never liked to refer to yourself as a perfectionist, but you weren’t gonna deny that you were pretty.

You had self-esteem, self-confidence, and bit of an ego. Which was good, but honestly sometimes it wasn’t.

In middle school, you were always referred to as different, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You just called yourself unique. You didn’t care about what people thought of you, what you looked like, who you dated, or boys period. But after hanging out with the Pretty Perfectionists, all that sadly changed.

Were you proud that you had become a snobby know it all, who cared about what other people thought and what you looked like? No, as a matter of fact, you kicked yourself every day for letting yourself go. But no matter how hard you tried, there was nothing you could do about it. That was who you were now, and you weren’t sure if anyone could ever change that.

You were walking to your first class of the day with Liz, one of your best friends, zoning out as usual. You zoned out a lot (especially since it hit you that you had changed), which the girls thought was really weird. Most of the time when they talked to you, they had to repeat themselves because guess what you were doing… overthinking and zoning out.

After realizing that you had forgotten your notebook (because who remembers those?), you dashed away from Liz, quickly picking up your pace as you neared your locker. The thing about running, in your chase just quickly walking, in the halls was that no one payed attention, leaving them to bump into you. Stupid phones.

Following one extremely hard blow, you were falling, slowly but surely falling to the ground. But before you could hit it, someone caught you.

As you looked up, looking into the chocolaty brown eyes of non other then Peter Parker, you realized your situation. Everything had happened so fast. You didn’t really have time to realize that you had fallen until you locked eyes with Peter as he helped you stand back up.

“Thank you” you said, still staring straight into his eyes. You were quick to notice of the light red that was now displayed on his cheeks.

“It’s no problem really, I’m just sorry I bumped into you” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. He quickly realized that he hadn’t actually told you his name, considering this was the first time you had spoken.

“I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker” he added as he lowered his hand, stuffing it in the pocket of his hoodie were he had recently played the other one.

“I know” you said, making it known to him that you were well aware of who he was. He looked shocked as you revealed that you knew him. He wanted to ask you your name, but quickly stopped when you answered his question before he could ask it. “I’m Y/n”

“Can I ask how you know my name? Or is that weird?” He asked, still shocked a popular girl knew his name and was talking to him.

“No it’s fine, I’ve seen you, Ned, and Mj in the halls before. They tend to say your name a lot, and your not the best whispers” you told him as you giggled at his stunned reaction.

“I just don’t ever talk to you because the girls don’t really want me talking to guys, no offense, but especially Nerds… which is what they call you and your friends. I’m pretty sure if they saw us talking right now, they would have a heart attack” you added the last part with another giggle, seeing that Peter was laughing at your comment about ‘the girls’.

“Well, I don’t really wanna give anyone a heart attack, and don’t wanna get you in trouble with them…” he was still laughing, but you could tell he meant what he said.

“It’s ok, I’m not scared of them honestly. Spend a day with them you’ll realize just how stupid they are. They probably haven’t even noticed I’m gone” you said as you motioned Peter over to your locker so you could grab the notebook you came for.

You and Peter talked all the way to class, after finding out you had the same class in the morning (how had you never noticed him before?). You made sure to let Peter go in the class first, you coming in 30 seconds later, to make sure Liz didn’t suspect anything (not that she was smart enough to anyway).

Class went on for what felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only 45 minutes. After class, Liz headed off to her second class and you went to find Peter (you pretty much had the same schedule, only two classes that were switched, but the rest in common).

The rest of the day was boring, even though all you could think about was Peter, and the homework you had no idea how to do. Thankfully Peter had given you his number. Oh thank the lord for Peter Parker and his ability to listen.

You called Peter after school, asking him questions about himself as you worked on your homework over FaceTime (which for him was letting you stare at his ceiling as you talked).

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask, why are you so afraid of the ‘popular girls’?” You added, making sure to add air quotes to popular girls.

“Oh, I’m not afraid of them, I’m just… i don’t know, they’re popular?” He said, making more of a question then a statement. At that you laughed which, even though you couldn’t see it, made Peter smile.

“Oh really? Is that so? What an amazing and detailed answer Peter“ you gave him fake applause, making him brush out laughing, causing you to laugh as well.

The rest of your FaceTime call was much of the same. You’d ask him a question, he’d give a dumb answer, and you’d both laugh. Peter was a funny guy, even though he would never admit it. Peter only made jokes around people he knew and trusted, knowing he wouldn’t be judged for it.

From that day forward, you and Peter started to hang out, and quickly become best friends (even if Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah, the popular girls, were against it).

As time went on you told the girls about Peter, feeling comfortable with the fact that they were gonna freak out. And just as you thought, they freaked.

“WHAT?!”

“You’ve got to be kidding”

“Who?”

“Wait! Not the Nerd!”

“When did you start hanging out with him?”

The entire caffeine went silent, turning to look in the direction of the table you were sitting at.

“Guys! I told you know to make a big deal out of this!!” You said holding your head in your hands as you looked down at the table, questioning why you had expected them to be normal about this. I mean, you knew who you were talking to.

“How do you expect us to not make a deal out of this?!? Your hanging out with- with a Nerd” Liz lowered her voice as she spoke, getting more quiet with every word. Everyone eventually lost interest, turning back to their own tables, bringing back the normal loudness of the caffeine.

“Ok, you know what… I can’t do it. If you guys are gonna make such a big deal about who I hang out with, I’m leaving” you said as you got up and walked over to Peter’s table (which was on the other side of the caffeine, thank the lord), plopping down right beside him.

Ned was the first to speak. “So… that went well”

“If you call getting yelled at by people you knew would do that, after you telling them you hang out with people who aren’t them. Then sure, it was great” you stated sarcastically, leaning into Peter‘s arm, him grabbing your hand under the table, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of it as you intertwined your fingers.

“I know they can be jerks, but honestly a scene like that? Like if I told you I was hanging out with one of them, would your first reaction be ‘WHAT?!? ARE YOU CRAZY?!’? Like I just don’t understand what’s wrong with them!” You asked, placing your head on Peter’s shoulder.

“I’m so done with them” you mumbled, making your statement only audible to Peter.

You went to Peter‘s apartment after school, venting about the girls the whole way. For some reason you always felt better after venting, but then again, didn’t everyone?

After doing what felt like 7000 pages of homework, you and Peter decided to watch Star Wars, which you had only seen once before when Peter wanted to have a Star Wars movie marathon with you, Ned, and Mj, who ended up falling asleep.

The breeze in the room had given you chills, running down your spine as you grabbed a blanket. But Peter, noticing that you were cold, gently pulled you closer to him, throwing the blanket over the two of you once you were settled.

“This better?” He asked, looking down at your little face that he wanted so badly to kiss.

You were quick to respond with a small nod, your eyes leaving Peter‘s for a split second to examine his lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He blushed slightly but smiled. You just looked so adorable in his arms, it was hard for him to not give into his urge kiss every part of your face.

You had so many butterflies in your stomach, it would have been impossible to count them. But non the less, they only multiplied when Peter finally gave into his urge, softly kissing you. You were surprised at first, but quickly got used to the feeling of his lips on yours and kissed him back.

When you pulled away, an interesting silence fell over the room, but you were the first to break it.

“Who would have thought Peter Parker knew how to kiss?” You asked, sounding completely genuine, which made Peter chuckle under you.

“Yea, well who would have thought one of the most popular girls at school would kiss a Nerd?” He replied, smiling like a dummy.

“Definitely not stereotypical” you added, looking deep into Peter‘s eyes. You could get used to that.

“Better yet, who could’ve thought about a Nerd and a popular girl being boyfriend and girlfriend?” Peter questioned, smirking.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing” you answered connecting your lips once again.

Who would have known that the day you told Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah about Peter could result with the beginning of you and Peter‘s relationship?

Not stereotypes, that for sure.

#peter parker #fluff #readers pov #peter parker blur #peter parker tom holland #peter Parker x reader #peter Parker fluff #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #popularity #popular reader #peter Parker x y/n #high school #stereotype #peter Parker kisses

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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The Pictures on Your Phone

Btw, in the beginning, I set it up like you were in a place like Main Event or a place like that.

Summary: After finding pictures taken by you on his phone, Peter realizes that his feelings aren’t what he thought they were

Warning: stealing someone’s phone (kinda), fluff, confused peter

“Should I do it? I kinda want to but I don’t know, should I?” You asked Mj, who was still laughing at the fact that you had just taken Peter’s phone out of the bag the boys entrusted you with and were now holding his phone in your hand. She nodded, partly because she wanted to see if you would actually take pictures on his phone, and partly because she thought it would be funny for him to find later.

“Ok, let’s see, how to do— oh there we go!” You said as you finally found the camera button on his Lock Screen. His android phone didn’t help the camera quality, because why would it.

“What should I even take pictures of?” You asked your best friend, who quickly responded with “do one of that guy with the ponytail over there”. She was still laughing, like she always did. You quickly took a few pictures of the people around you, some of your friends, and then a few of yourself, which ended up being deleted.

Once you saw people start to flood out of laser tag, one of them being Peter, you quickly stuffed his phone back into the sack and tided it back like it was so it would look untouched. You weren’t gonna tell Peter about the pictures, that was for him to find out later, but you were gonna ask him about the crack on his screen.

When Ned came over to the table you were sitting at, you noticed Peter was behind him. So naturally you took it as an opportunity to ask him about his phone screen. Thank you Mj for daring you to do that.

“Hey Peter, has your phone always been cracked in the bottom right corner?” You asked, tilting your head slightly to the right as you handed Ned the bag.

“Yeah, why?” He asked skeptically. He was a little taken aback by your question, not knowing you would ask him something like that. Because, let’s be honest, when did you really ever ask him stuff that wasn’t related to school or the boys being stupid.

“Oh, no reason” you answered sweetly, turning around and going back to the table where your best friend was seated.

Not another word was spoken between you and Peter after that. He was weirded out for sure by your somewhat odd behavior (in his mind, he didn’t know how weird you could be yet). He had never been asked a such out of the blue question by you, so he wanted the reason behind your question.

Once Peter got home from school, he went into investigation mode. He searched through his phone, until he opened up his photos. There it was. The thing you had done to his phone was non other then flood it with pictures of you, your friends, and random people you thought looked ‘cool’. He looked through all of them, because why not, deleting the ones he didn’t like and recovering the deleted photos he wanted to keep. But for some odd reason he couldn’t explain, he keep ever picture of you, even if it was bad.

He had never had someone do this on his phone before, so he was confused as to why you would do this. After countless hours of scrolling through YouTube, trying to figure out what it meant if someone took pictures on your phone (and you liked the pics), the only conclusion he could come to was one he didn’t want to believe. He didn’t know if it was true or not, but after looking into the things people do if they like you, he started to believe it was true.

The next day at school was interesting for Peter. He asked you what happened to his phone yesterday, and all you said was you took harmless pictures of people on it (which were truly harmless). He tried to ask you why you did it, but all you said was “because why not, it was fun”, which was not the answer he was looking for.

But things only got weirder for him when he saw you in the hallway, sitting in a corner talking to Mj and Betty during your finals break. You were laughing, making jokes, and just talking, and Peter was walking around with Ned.

That’s when it hit him. When he heard you talking about him, telling Betty about what happened yesterday, and joking about it with Mj, all he could do was think about the pictures of yourself you had taken. All of them, which were still on his phone, were somehow different then the other pictures to him. Something about them made him look at you in a different way, a way that made him unsure about his feelings for you. But when he heard you talk about him, that was it. He was sure of it know. Peter liked you.

Friday was the last day of finals, which meant that Christmas break was only a day away. Now that Peter knew he liked you, he was almost sad that there was a break in school, because that meant he wouldn’t see you. But that feeling was put on hold when you came up to him in the hallway after the science final.

“Peter, when’s your birthday?” You asked him, making his heart warm at the sound of your voice (which was a weird thing for him).

“Why do you need to know? Your not trying to break into my phone are you?” He asked questioningly, trying to cover up the fact that he had butterflies in his stomach.

“No reason” you responded. Right after you stopped talking, all that could be heard was Betty’s annoying voice (or at least to Peter) .

“Don’t tell her! She’s gonna try to break into your phone! I repeat, don’t tell her! It’s gonna be your phone or your iPad” she said as she walked up behind you, interrupting your perfectly normal conversation with Peter, like she always did.

“Come on! I’m not gonna break into your stuff Peter, I promise. Can I not just ask for someone’s birthday? Do I always have to have a reason behind my actions!” The last part you said more to Betty, because you were mad at her, but she was unfazed and quickly responded with “Yes, yes you do”.

Peter was, for the most part, quiet and didn’t talk. He mainly just watched you angrily yell at Betty and her tell you your feelings and actions like she knew you like the back of her hand (she didn’t, Mj knew more about you and your actions then Betty did).

You stormed off angrily, mad that Betty wouldn’t let you have a conversation, while Betty stayed behind and told Peter to never tell you his birthday. He agreed, not really paying attention to Betty as he was more focused on you.

Of course Peter was weirded out, but amused. He couldn’t stop thinking about how mad you were, and how cute you looked when you were mad. In Peter’s mind, you were adorable, which was still new to him. He had never had a crush before, which made you his first, also leaving him with the realization that he had no idea what to do about it.

Christmas break was interesting to say the least. I mean, other then Christmas Day, most of his Christmas break was spent thinking about you. And whatever the heck he was going to do about his, massive, crush on you. But he came up with a plan. A plan he did know would even work, but he was going to try, after making sure May liked it of course.

May had always been good with this kinda stuff, so she must have a solution, right?

After explaining his, very poor, plan to May, who scrunched her nose at it, Peter decided he might as well give up. Until May told him a very valuable piece of advice.

“You said Y/n‘s never done this to anyone else right?” She asked, wanting to make sure her information was correct before she told her nephew the thing that would change his relationship with you forever.

“Yeah, she’s only done it to me, which I still don’t get”

“Have you ever noticed how people tend to do weird things when they’re in love?” May asked, trying not to sound like a therapist (mission failed).

“I mean, some people act weird yeah…” he said questionably, confused as to what his aunt was talking about.

“Peter, are you really that blind?” She asked getting a little frustrated, knowing Peter had no idea where she was going with this. May could have said it out loud and Peter not known. He was that clueless.

“What do you mean?”

May sighed, could she be any more obvious?

“What I mean is, you know how you get nervous around Y/n?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, that’s never happened before. People tend to do things that aren’t normal for them, especially when they love someone, like for you getting nervous around Y/n.” She said, hoping Peter would connect the dots.

“Omg” he mumbled under his breath. There it is. The light bulb had just gone off, and man it was bright, even May saw it.

“What do I do?” He asked. Peter had never been in love before, let only have someone love him back.

“Do what you think feels right in the moment, trust me.” She said, smiling at her nephew, who nodded his head and turned to leave the room when he heard his aunts voice again.

“Oh and Peter?” He turned back around to face his aunt.

“She really does love you”

“Thanks for all your help May, I’ll be home soon, I promise” he told her as he headed to the door.

“Good luck!” She yelled as she heard the front door close.

Peter texted you, asking if it was ok for him to come over. He didn’t want to just barge in, especially without you knowing.

Once he got your apartment, your mom let him in, making him aware that you were in your room.

As Peter opened the door to your room, he caught sight of you. You hair slightly blowing in wind, the hoodie you had on (that was definitely Peter’s), and how you shivered in the cold as you sat on your fire escape. He wasted no time going over to the fire escape, sitting down next to you.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in” you told him, your eyes never leaving his.

Peter chuckles at your obliviousness.

“It’s fine, I just got here anyway” at that, you smiled. Dang was he cute in his Midtown High sweatshirt.

“Hey so I wanted to talk to you about something,” he started, the nerves in his stomach becoming more evident by the second. Peter came here for one reason, and if he was going to accomplish it, he had to do it (even if he was petrified).

“What’s up?” You asked as you shifted so you could face him.

“Ok—” he took a deep breath. “I don’t really know how to say this, and for the record I’m really nervous—” you cut him off.

“Hey, you can tell me anything, there’s no reason to be scared. You know I’m always hear for you. Just breath.” You told him as you gently grabbed his hands, taking them in your own as you gave them a reassuring squeeze.

You knew Peter pretty well, which meant that you could tell when he was really nervous about something. Therefore, you were able to tell right away that whatever this was, even though you had a pretty good idea of what it was, it was really important to him.

Peter took one last deep breath before going with his gut and kissing you, and he was glad he did. All of Peter‘s nerves washed away when your lips touched, almost like magic.

You froze when Peter’s lips touched yours, but once over the initial shock, you kissed him back.

When you pulled away from each other, an silence fell over the two of you. But it wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. You had a smile on your face, and so did Peter.

“That was, um, not what I was expecting” you explained, breaking the silence. You had a huge smile on your face, letting Peter know it was a good unexpected moment.

“I love you” he finally said, only making your smile grow bigger. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but it was so worth it.

“I love you too”

#peter parker #tom holland #readers pov #fluff #peter parker x reader christmas #peter parker tom holland #relationship #friends to lovers #basted on real life #irl things

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Christmas but 10 Times better

I know it’s been a really long time (over a month) since I’ve posted but I really hope you guys enjoy this because I’ve been in writes block….. it’s hard

Summary: Christmas was a special time of year, but you had someone who made it even better

Prompt: them gently tilting your chin

Warning: fluff, snow/christmas?

Buzz buzz buzz buzzzzz buzzzzz

Your stupid alarm clock was buzzing off the walls again. It was so loud you were pretty sure your parents could here it.

You sleepily reached over to turn it off, the sound of silence filling your ears when you did.

You picked up your phone to check the time, and your notifications that you hadn’t checked in 18hours. You scanned through all the Instagram, tiktok, and phone calls you’d gotten, but the one thing that caught your eye was the text from Peter that appeared at the bottom of the list. You quickly tapped on it, seeing that he sent you a good morning text.

You quickly responded: “hi, whatcha doin?”

You loved when he sent you good morning texts, and no matter how tired you were, you made it your mission to respond as soon as possible.

Peters text bubble popped up, letting you know he was typing. His message popped up not a second later: “just laying in bed, just got back from patrol so still pretty tired, and still need to shower 😶…”

You giggled as you read his sweet message, and his laziness. Peter was a pretty active guy, being Spider-Man and all, but when he got back from patrol, he was a bed potato.

You responded to his message: “ewwww, you still haven’t showered?? You stink 😵‍💫😵‍💫”

If Peter hadn’t known that you were being sarcastic, he would’ve been hurt. But knowing you, you couldn’t hardly say anything without some sarcastic or humorous comment being added in it somewhere. And Peter loved it.

He asked you if you wanted to come over, and of course you said yes. Both of you quickly got ready, you going a little slower then normal so Peter could shower.

But so enough you and Peter were in his room, talking about whatever you wanted.

“Can we go outside?” You asked out of the blue. It was a random question, but thanks to tiktok, you had the sudden urge to dance with your boyfriend in the snow, because why not.

“Y/n it’s snowing” peter pointed at the window, watching snow fall just outside of it.

“I know, come on it’ll be fun” you added getting up and tugging you boyfriend as hard as you could, trying to get him off the bed.

“Fine” he rolled his eyes, even though you could hear the excitement in his voice. You quickly took his hand and walked, almost ran, through his apartment and out the door.

Once you made it down to the lobby, and after making Peter take a selfie with the Christmas tree, you went outside into the cold, snowy place that was New York City. After playing in the snow like children, you and Peter took some more pictures (not like he wanted to, but he would do anything for you), you finally got what you had wanted to go outside for.

Peter was always able to tell what you wanted, especially when it came to things that involved him. So it was without a doubt clear to him that you wanted to dance with him in the snow, because honestly what girl wouldn’t.

Knowing Peter he was going to do whatever made you happy, so he took your hands in his, making you blush.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, gently bring your hand to his mouth and kissing it.

“I’m flattered” you started, the blush on your cheeks becoming more evident by the second. ‘Never gets old’ Peter thought

“I would be honored” you added in a horrible british accent, causing Peter to laugh.

Peter’s hands met your waist, your arms snaking around his neck. He slowly began to sway you back and forth, his eyes never leaving yours. You stayed like that for awhile, until the temptation became unbearable and you finally kissed him. It was a quick little peck, but it was special.

Peter smiled so bright, you were sure the whole block could see it. He gently filled your chin up, making it easier for him to kiss you, pulling you into another kiss, one that lasted much longer then the last.

The tree swayed in the wind as you walked back to your apartment building, hand in hand with your boyfriend. The wind made its occasion gust as the snow continued to fall. As the sun began to set and the lights on the buildings slowly turned on, still walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, you looked all around you, taking in the beautiful city.

Christmas was always a special time of year, but you were just thankful that you had someone who made it ten times better.

#christmas 🎄#peter parker #readers pov #fluff #peter parker blur #peter parker x reader #peter Parker x reader Christmas #peter parker tom holland

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Ok….

So here’s my problem

It’s almost December, right? And December means Christmas.

Well I wanted to write some Christmas stuff, but I don’t have ideas. I have no 💡

So in order to get that 🎄 stuff, I need ideas. So I figured I would turn to you guys.

Now I know that a lot of you don’t request anything, but even if you just give me a little prompt, I could turn it into something, and you’d get your post on my page, but that doesn’t matter.

So here’s what I’m asking, does anyone have any Christmas prompts/ideas for blurs. If you do, and want to share, let me know. But, if you don’t that’s perfectly fine.

I also have this, if anyone has any ideas for any of these…

Again, if you have any ideas, share if you want to, if you don’t it’s perfectly fine. Please don’t be afraid to share your wonderful ideas.

I promise I don’t bite…

-Sincerely

petoburritoparker

#christmas 🎄#ideas #request #no smut #fluff #peter parker #tom holland

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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PDA

PDA meaning public display of affection

Summary: PDA had never been your thing, but you’ll accept Peters

Warning: fluff

Important: I wanted to mix things up a little and write this from Peter’s perspective… so here you are! (Just remember it’s Peter’s perspective, not yours)

Click. Her locker opened. She reached inside, looking for your first period note book, I think. She doesn’t actually need it for class, you just liked having something to draw in. I mean, it’s either that notebook or my hand, so she’ll be fine.

I think she finally found her notebook because she started putting everything back inside her locker, because of course her notebook was in the back of her locker, like come on woman. I decided that that moment was my chance to surprise her, it wasn’t a special occasion, because why would it be?

Anyway, so I walked up behind her, making sure she didn’t notice me. Even though she probably knew I was there, I still didn’t want her to see me. I generally rapped my arms around her waist, embracing her in a hug, laid my head on her shoulder, arms settling on her hips.

“Peter!” she said, giggling as I slowly started to sway her back and forth. “We’re at school!” she added, not like I cared. Obviously she didn’t like the swaying, so being to nut I am, I decided to spin her around, making her giggle and she saw my face for the first time that day. Every time I look at her, she only gets more beautiful. Not caring about anything but her, I gave her a gentle kiss, more of a peck, on her lips. Of course, not being able to resist temptation, she kissed me again.

She’s never been one for PDA, but when it’s with the people you love, you tend to not care. The first time she ‘allowed’ PDA was when we were in 9th grade and started dating. We had always been best friends, but that friendship, became a little more romantic and eventually we both started to realize that we liked each other. Even though we both already knew, we didn’t actually say the L word until 10th grade. Best day of my life by far.

“Get a room” I heard Ned say as he walked past us to his locker, which just so happened to be right beside mine that was next door neighbors with Y/n‘s. Trust me it just worked out like that, which was great.

“Um excuse me, but who told you you could interrupt our moment” I said, jokingly of course. “My brain did when it saw the huge amount of PDA happening right beside my locker” he replied.

“What you don’t think we’re cute?” Y/n asked, shifting out of my arms so she could face Ned. Missing her touch, I shifted with her, hugging her from behind, around the waist, once again.

“No” of course Mj was the one to joke about everything, but say it seriously. Me, Y/n, and Ned could tell if she was joking, everyone else just thought she was weird, but it’s not like she minded.

Y/n looked at Mj with a slightly shocked, but at the same time not surprised look, mixed in with a little smile. One of the faces she tended to make a lot when she was with Mj. I could always tell when she was slightly hurt, but was hiding it. I mean, I feel like if all people I should be able to tell when she’s hurt, I am her loving boyfriend after all. And I’m very proud of that title.

“You losers ready for class?” Mj asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be” Ned replied as we slowly started walking to class, my hand slipping into Y/n’s.

“Really Y/n? The notebook again?” Mj asked as we got closer to class. “Look, it’s either the notebook or Peter‘s hand”

Called it.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #fluff #PDA

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imnotgoinghome · 1 year

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Intertwined

Summary: intertwining your fingers while holding hands

(I know it’s kinda short, but it’s what I call a blur)

The breeze felt cold on your legs as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend, Tom. The leaves on the street ran away with the wind as it blew to the north. The trees danced angrily , trying to fight the wind.

You felt a chill run down your spine as you stepped over the threshold of your favorite coffee shop. Tom had taken you on what he called a “surprise” date, which happened more often the regular dates.

After you and your boyfriend ordered, you getting a pumpkin spiced latte and him getting a normal coffee because he claimed that coffee was ten times better even though he haden’t tried the latte, you went to sit down your usual table by the huge window that looked out onto the road you had just come from.

Tom noticed that your were cold, and of course being the good boyfriend he was, came to sit by your, wrapping one an arm around your shoulder.

About an hour later, you found yourself walking back to your apartment with your boyfriend, hand in hand once again. Tom, always finding a way to make any moment better, intertwined his fingers with yours. When you looked down at your hands and saw that your fingers were intertwined, you looked back up with a smile on your face, kissing your boyfriends check.

Maybe you and Tom had simple dates, but you loved them. And maybe you guys didn’t talk a lot on your dates, unless it was a real date, but you still loved it, because you loved him. It didn’t matter what you did, all that mattered was the time you spent together.

#tom holland #autumn #fall vibes #cuteness

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imnotgoinghome · 2 years

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Physically Close

Summary: “Y/n, I can’t physically get any closer to you, it’s impossible”

This one is a little shorter but I hope you guys enjoy it!

“Peter?” You called for your boyfriend, who just so happened to be invested in homework like he usually was.

“Yes?” He didn’t even bother to look up from the English paper he was writing.

“Are you done yet??” The question you had been asking him since you made the agreement to cuddle after he finished writing his essay about 10 minutes ago.

When you didn’t get a response, except for the small head shake no, you got up off his bed, walking over to see how far he was from being finished. After finding out that he only had a paragraph left, you poutingly asked him “Can you finish later, I wanna cuddle” hoping he would say yes.

“Can you wait 5 minutes? Then I’ll come cuddle with you, I promise.” Not the answer you were hoping for.

You didn’t say a word, but instead turning his chair around to face you, and siting in his lap before he could tell you no. Your legs sat right below the arms of the chair, your arms snaking around his neck, and your head going to the crotch of his neck. You pressed yourself into him, if he wasn’t going to come cuddle with you, you would find a way.

Of course Peter knew that if he didn’t finish soon he would have to deal with this, but he didn’t expect it this early on. Your breathing tickled his neck as he turned back to his desk. He kept one hand on your back, rubbing comforting circles, while the other hand finished writing.

In no later then 5 minutes he was done, just like he promised. You on the other hand hadn’t moved, still siting in Peter‘s lap. You didn’t usually come and sit with him while he did homework, but when you did, he didn’t complain.

“Hey I’m done” he said quietly, just in case you had fallen asleep.

“bed” was all he could make out when you responded. You words had come out muffled do to your position.

Peter gently placed his hands under your thighs as he stood up, bring you over to his bed. He sat you down on the bed, tickling you in every place he knew you would react to.

“St—Stop!!” You said in a fit of giggles. You tried to get out of his grasp, wiggling slowly but surely off the bed. You eventually found your footing after escaping Peter tickles.

“No, no more tickling” you said still slightly laughing.

“Ok fine, no more tickles” he said throwing his hands up in defense, still laughing himself.

Then he gave you the look. The look he knew you couldn’t resist. Oh no, it was happening. Every time he gave you the cuddles look, he had a reason. And that reason was to never be spoken of out loud. He wanted cuddles. The one thing you wanted 10 minutes ago, was now possessing him.

The more he continued giving you the look, the harder you had to fight the urge to jump on him. You fought the urge as long as you could, until…you finally broke.

You slowly started walking towards Peter, embracing him in a tight hug. Of course he gave you a hug back, but it wasn’t until you started pushing him backwards that he became suspicious.

Soon you were on top of Peter, sandwiching him to his sheets. “Why?” He asked you laughing. “Why are you always pushing you onto my bed?” He added, earning a giggle from you, causing Peter to laugh underneath you.

“Because, your fun to push over” you said once you stopped giggling. “Cuddle me closer” you said pouting as you looked down at your boyfriend.

“Y/n, I can’t physically get any closer to you, it's impossible.” He said looking up at you, his oh so needy girlfriend.

“Fine… but you owe me” you finally said after a beat of silence, still pouting. “Owe you for what?!?” Peter said sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air, which took a surprising amount of effort considering you were laying flesh on top of him.

“your in debt mister” you stated poutfully, pecking him gently on the lips.

“oh yea, yea, whatever.” Peter started, suddenly getting an idea.

“I do have an idea for how I can pay you back though” he said, placing his arms around you once again, eyes lingering at your lips.

“Oh yeah? What might you have in mind?” You asked, gaze dropping to his lips as he slowly started to lean down. You met each other in a kiss, Peter only smiling into it, deepening the kiss as time went on.

Peter Parker may still have been in ‘debt’, but you weren’t going to complain if he paid it off with kisses. You know, maybe Peter being in ‘debt’ wasn’t so bad after all.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #cuteness #mcu #peter parker blur #peter Parker cuddles #fluff

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