A/N: You guys!!!! I can’t believe you are all so nice honestly!!!! I hit 500 followers today so as a thank you, here is pt. 3 a day earlier than expected!! Forgive me if there are any mistakes, as I stayed up late to finish it (I have to be up in six hours for work oh lord) and I really hope you guys like it. There most definitely will be a pt. 4, and possibly pt. 5, as this scene became longer than expected, and I decided to split it between two chapters. Again, thank you so much, guys. All my love.
As the end of August neared, you began to fear the
return of school. Not because you hated
it—in fact, you were fond of school. You
liked learning, you liked seeing your friends from certain classes, and you
even missed some of your teachers.
However, with the return of your school came the return of Spider-Man’s
school. He had explained to you how
difficult it was to balance the responsibilities of his civilian life with the
responsibilities of being a superhero.
Between those tightropes of time management, you doubted there would be
any hours allotted to visiting you.
You knew that you had no right to be sad about your
predicament. The right thing to do would
be to not think selfishly, and just be happy with the time you were given with
someone who doesn’t normally share their world.
But, no matter how many times you had a talk with yourself, you still
couldn’t bring yourself out of your melancholy thoughts.
summary: after moving to Queens to fulfill your scholarship at the Midtown School of Science and Technology, your first day starts out with a bang. Literally. Colliding with Peter Parker on your first day of school while trying to catch the subway, you both kindle a friendship that feels like it could spark something more.
word count: 1.5k
pairings: peter parker x reader
warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff. plus some mention of apple fritters.
a/n: this is my mcu fanfiction debut! i had been thinking a lot about what to start off with, so why not start off with something simple and clean and cute. hopefully it’s as good as i think it is. If it gets some positive feedback, maybe I’ll turn it into a series. who knows?
One of the many reasons you had fallen in love with Queens were the sounds. You were completely content wandering the streets, just listening to life move around you. While most would be put off by the constant honking and shouting, it was almost therapeutic to you. Your favorite time to be out within the city was early in the morning and late at night; both felt like each of the different times were when the city came alive.
Queensboro Bridge / 59th Street Bridge / Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge New York City, New York (USA) Bridge over the East River Designer: Henry Hornbostel / Gustav Lindenthal / Leffert L. Buck Type: cantilever bridge, truss bridge.
“Something calls to me/The trees are drawing me near/I’ve got to find out why…” (”Tuesday Afternoon” by the Moody Blues) I was one of many people who were “called” to Roosevelt Island on a Saturday afternoon. The Cherry Blossom Festival was the reason why:) (Photo taken on April 29, 2017)