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“Predictably enough, I began the year with three entirely submerged days, headache, head bursting, head so full, racing with ideas; and the rain pouring;”

- Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. December 1928

New Years Day

Type: Peter Parker x Reader 

Summary: Peter and the reader are in college and they through a new years eve party, the reader does not have a good time. 

Song: New Years Day by Taylor Swift (lyrics are bolded) 

A/N: I wrote this at 12:49 am on New Years Day. Wooh! Happy 2017 everyone. 

Word Count: 859 

There’s glitter on the floor after the party, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

“I have no idea how it is even remotely possible for a group of human people to make this much of a mess.” You said, picking up various cups and plates off the floor. You and Peter were cleaning up after the New Years Eve party that you had held at your apartment. “Why did we have a party?”

“Because It was fun.” Peter reminded you for about the hundredth time since the party had ended at 2am. “It was fun, (Y/N), you were having a good time.”

“I was.” You grumbled, “but the mess-” You whined slowly.

“We talked about this. Party. Fun. We’re cleaning up the mess (Y/N). We are on it and we will do this.”

“Okay, okay.” You looked out in front of you and saw what seemed like an endless stream of confetti and glitter and cups and bottles. “You know glitter never dies right, I mean not die but it never-goes anywhere when the world explodes from whatever ends the world, when the apocalypse comes glitter will still be here, even when humans are not.”

Peter looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Okay then.”

You and me from the night before

It was around 9 at night when the first people began showing up at the party. Already you were very nervous about having people over. But Peter was extremely excited as soon as people started coming. By the time most of the guest list showed up, he was like an excited puppy. He jumped from group to group, talking people up and showing them where the drinks and food were. You on the other hand stood in the back, watching the people as they had fun and waited with bated breath for the new year in your apartment. Peter wanted to have a party.

I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town babe or if you strike out and you’re crawling home

He walked into the apartment sad, one day. You asked him what happened and he grunted and proceed to march his sad way over to the couch and sit. He sat for a while, a long while and the TV was turned on but you could tell he wasn’t really watching because a cooking show was on and Peter hated cooking shows. You asked again, and he turned, titled his face into a sad frown shook his head lightly and turned back to the TV show of doom. It was a day, a full day before finally you had enough and you marched over to the couch after breakfast.

He looked, terrible, sunken eyes, day old clothes and just a plain depressed look on his face.

“Peter, what’s wrong? You’ve been sitting here for a day. What happened?” He tried the puppy dog face again, he was halfway through his head tilt when you stopped him. “Peter Benjamin Parker! You do not get to mope around without telling me what the heck is wrong with you! SO look me in the eye and tell me what is going on.”

“(Y/N), I got a below passing. I’m not passing Biology. I’m not passing, I’m in college (Y/N) you can’t be not passing.”

“Hey.” You sat down at on the couch next to him. “It’s okay, to not be passing. Talk to the professor, up your grade. Peter, it can be fixed, nothing to fall down a rabbit hole for.” You stroked his hair gently, “You’ll be okay.”

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you

You flopped down onto the couch, and looked around at the apartment, the only memory of the party was a thin coat of glitter that you knew you knew would never go away. You looked over at Peter who was sitting next to you, looking at you and smiling.

“What are you looking at?”

“I love you.” He kissed your cheek, and you learned onto his shoulder.

“Love you too, Spider-Boy.”

And I will hold on to you


Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

5 minutes till midnight. You were still setting in the back, scrolling on your phone, wishing your mother and your sister and what seemed like everyone in your contacts a Happy New Years just trying to avoid the party. Trying to avoid, the noise, the social contact, and the people. You barely noticed that it was five minutes until midnight, you were too distracted. Then 5 minutes became 4, and 3, and 2 and 1, 50 seconds, 40 seconds. 30, 20, 10.

9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4.

Peter came over. “I could find you.”


“I don’t like parties.”


Peter pulled you into a kiss, and it was long and amazing. You didn’t want to pull away for a while. When you did Peter said, “Thank you for doing this for me. Happy New Year Princess.”

“Happy New Year Spider-boy.”

Peter hugged you a little closer. “So next year?”

“No. Party.”

“Whatever you say.”

I want your midnights but I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day