Thinking Bout You (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)
Hey everyone! Thank you for 300+ followers!!! Yay! This is an imagine based off of one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite people. Sorry I haven’t been writing lately, I’ve been stuck in drivers ed (it’s hella boring). This fic is based off of the song ‘Thinking Bout You’ by Ariana Grande (I’m a huge Arianator). I hope you guys enjoy. I love you guys! Hollanders for the win <3
(P.S. does anybody else watch the Saw movies? Cause I really like them. I think I might be a crazy bitch because of it so hopefully someone else watches them too.)
- Xoxo K
There was a silence in the room. It wasn’t normal, it was unfamiliar to you. The tv was on, but it was still silent to you. It was lacking the discussions about nerdy movies, the cheesy jokes, and the never ending laughter that you were used to. You weren’t dead, but you didn’t feel alive. You weren’t gone, but you didn’t feel there. You weren’t dumb, but you didn’t have an easy time keeping your grades up. You missed him. He was all you could think about ever since he left for Germany. You knew he was taking his duties as Spider-Man to the next level and that was what he wanted, but you still found it hard to be without him, even for a few days. The trip was so abrupt, so sudden that you didn’t have much time to say goodbye, and you didn’t even get to see each other before he left. You just kept getting thoughts in your head about him. Your thoughts went to his messy hair, the way his arms wrapped around your frame when he held you. There was just no way to forget him, not for even a week. Not a week, not a day, not an hour, not a second. You knew that nobody could love you the way that he did. The way his loving could make your eyes roll back, the way he would make you arch your back. You moved to your bedroom, making your way over to your desk by your window. You picked up a picture of you and Peter at an ice cream shop in Queens. Somehow things turned into an ice cream war and both of you ended up laughing with ice cream all over your faces. The memory of that day made a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you ran your hand over the framed image. “I just wish you’d hurry up and come back.” You whispered to yourself, admiring the adorable photo. You didn’t have him here with you but at least you had the memory. You tried to sleep, but just as all the other nights, you couldn’t. You tried, but you couldn’t make it through the night. You just couldn’t control your mind from going back to him. You checked the clock. Midnight. You sat up in bed, getting up and walking to your window. You step foot on the fire escape and approach the edge, standing with your arms over the rails, just watching the city. You turn your head to the side and notice a light in Peter’s apartment. The light to his room was on. You were excited. Incredibly excited. Your heart was racing a million beats per second and you quickly climbed over the window sill and back into your room, rushing out the front door of your apartment.
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