Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!
A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!
Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)
Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?
You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.
“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.
“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”
“No,” you said.
Peter raised his eyebrow.
“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.
“That’s what I thought,”
“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”
“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”
“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”
“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”
You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.
As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.
“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”
“I’d tell you too bad,”
Peter moved past you and walked into your home.
“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”
“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”
“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”
“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”
“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.
Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”
“Now you know why I always study at your house,”
“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”
“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.
There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.
“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”
“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”
Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”
You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.
“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”
“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added
You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”
“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”
“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”
Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”
“I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off.
You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.
Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.
There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.
Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.
Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.
Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.
I can’t open it, can I?
Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.
Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.
“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.
“You didn’t open it, did you?”
“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”
You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.
“It’s nothing,” you lied.
“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.
You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.
“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.
When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.
You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked.
“No, why would I be mad?”
“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”
“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”
You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.
“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”
Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.
“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.
“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”
“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”
“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.
You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”
Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.
It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.
By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.
“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”
Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.
“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”
Peter kissed your cheek and left.
You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.
When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.
He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.
He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out.
Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.
First of all, fuck you.
Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.
I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.
You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.
Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.
I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.
I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.
I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.
I really am in love with you, Peter.
Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.
This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.
You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.
I stand by my statement of fuck you.
Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.
I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.
Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.
It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard? I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.
Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape. Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.
You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.
“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”
Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.
“I needed to see you,”
“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.
“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“
“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.
“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”
“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”
“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”
“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”
Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.
“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”
“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”
“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”
You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.
Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.
“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”
“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”
“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.
“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.
Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.
Note: I used this in a deep cleaning of my office and bedroom, and it is helping me so much! Adds such positive energies. I made this as an alternative to those gross synthetic carpet cleansers you vaccuum out of the carpets, since doing a floor wash is not an option for me!
Ingredients: - Dill (for protection, especially in house blessings / cleansing) - Basil (for dispersion of fear and weakness.) - Thyme (attracts positive vibes, provides strength and courage) - Bay leaves (for protection) - Fern (for cleansing and mental clarity) - Sea salt (cleansing) - Garlic (for positivity) - Spearmint (for cleansing)
Not all of these are necessary by any means, I have access to a lot of fresh herbs and went a little crazy, but it’s working for me!
Simply cleanse a mortal and pestle (I wiped it clean with water and a clean towel and then ground my sea salt first as a “witchy” cleanse) and grind all your ingredients together. I chose to vaccuum once beforehand, to get rid of all the dirt and negativity, and make space for my blessing, and then sprinkle it around the four walls, paying heavy attention to the corners! You can choose to vaccuum it up, or leave it in the carpet to have that fresh scent linger around a bit longer. (I did this yesterday afternoon, and it still smells *so* good.)
I had a bit left after doing both rooms, so I put it in a little jar, tied it close with white twine and have it up on my desk since this is my most frequented space.
I’m a long-time fan of Unfuck Your Habitat, and now have the chance to share some photos. A lot of the posts UFYH reblogs are examples of people deep cleaning a small area (like a desk or a drawer), or a larger area over a day or two of extended effort–which is super cool and fantastic don’t get me wrong! but is a bit difficult for me to emulate, because I’m all over the place figuratively and literally (visiting family etc) and my executive function… doesn’t. :D
The first half of 2017 was a bit shite and I let my room get to what you see in the first pair of photos. When I had finally extinguished my mental health garbage fire, I realised that if I wanted to do things besides sit on the couch and glare at the wall, I needed to reclaim my space.
So, I made it my goal to clean my bedroom over the course of July. These are the progress photos; the dates are in the captions. I never worked longer than an hour at a time and on many days, I did no cleaning at all, but I managed to juuuust make my personal deadline. :D
One more photo and some advice/a lot of words under the Read More:
Everyone always says, “Find something you love to do, and get paid for it.” Here’s the thing: I love MANY THINGS. But one of my absolute favorite ways to pass the time is to write. Write short horror, write poetry, write songs, write fanfic, etc.
So, instead, here’s what I say. Find something you love to do, and do it. Fuck getting paid for it, because most likely it’ll end up feeling like a job after a while. Just do it because you love it. Maybe money will follow, and maybe it won’t. At the end of the day, it’s your happiness that matters most.
Sneaky Ninja But It Actually Worked Out So I Owe Him Thanks Photo Credit: Mr. PiecesOfScully
Reader is in art class. The professor assigned a nude model to each
student and gave a last assignment of the semester that has a lot of
weight on the final grade.
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Reader POV)
Warnings: None for now
(Y/N) = your name; (Y/L/N) = your last name; (Y/N/N) = your nickname
a/n: Alright, here’s part 2 everyone!!!!! I almost didn’t make it home in time (it’s my mom’s birthday today) but I’m glad I did. Remember, asks and messages are always welcome! Let’s talk about this story!!
“Yeah” I muttered. We got up, and made out way to the door. He opened it and stepped through.
“See you Wednesday?” He asked.
I said with a smile. He looked at his feet smiling shyly and started
walking down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the button, and I
saw the doors open. I had no time to hesitate, so I called out. “Oh,
and James? Don’t forget your toothbrush.” He gave me a bright smile as
he stepped in and the doors closed.
I have several areas that need attention in my home. My logical mind says I should work the kitchen first, but my emotional mind wants my bedroom cleaned out first. How do I end the impasse?
Ooh, this is a good one! I’m a big proponent of listening to your emotions; they’re generally louder than your logic, and once you get them to pipe down, everything gets easier. My suggestion is to do just a little in the kitchen, like filling the sink with hot soapy water and getting the dishes soaking, or taking out the trash, and then move on to your bedroom because you’ll feel better when it’s done and it’ll be more emotionally satisfying to you. Once you’re feeling good about getting that accomplished, you’ll likely be motivated to move on to the rest of the kitchen.