#ambers4kwc

[mendespideys]

the life of a youtuber // t.h.

pairing: reader x tom holland 

prompt: “stop looking at me like that.”

summary: the reader, a youtuber, joins the ‘pregnant for twenty-four hours challenge’, and tom didn’t know he could fall for her even harder until he saw her. 

a/n: this was supposed to be for @spiderboytotherescue’s 4k writing challenge. i ended up losing track of time but i figured i would post it anyways! congrats, amber 💞

side note: i absolutely hate how this turned out, and i kinda don’t want to post it but i haven’t posted anything in what feels like weeks so.. here you go

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“Hey, guys, welcome back to my channel! I’m doing a vlog style video because we’re doing something very interesting today,” you announce, your voice sounding exaggeratingly enthusiastic. Pointing the camera down at the box in front of you, you continue your introduction, “I decided to jump on the bandwagon, so we’re gonna be pregnant for twenty-four hours!” 

Pushing the red button on your Canon, you place the camera down on the floor once it stops recording. You flip open the lid of the box, taking in the sight of the fake pregnant belly. Tessa scurries over, her claws scraping against the hardwood floor. Understanding what’s happening, you quickly pick up the camera and press the record button, focusing the lens on the Blue Staffy. She sniffs the prop curiously, bumping into it with her wet nose. You giggle, catching it all on film. Eventually, she loses interest and you pause the recording once again, putting the camera aside. You grunt, grabbing the skin-colored prop from the box, not expecting it to be as heavy as it is. Pushing yourself off of the floor, you bring it with you into the bedroom. The bed bounces slightly as you drop it down next to your three pre-selected outfits. After getting the camera from the living room, you press record, making sure the outfits are in frame. 

You quickly film a clip explaining how you picked three outfits, hoping they would still fit you with a fake bump. The sounds of Tessa playing with one of her many squeaky toys fill the apartment, mixing with your own as you struggle to strap the belly on. Releasing a sigh of relief once it’s finally on, you throw your mustard yellow button-up maxi dress on, finding the whole ordeal a lot more difficult than it normally would have been. Picking up the PowerShot from your bed, you hit record once again, making sure the settings are all equally adjusted before turning around toward the mirror. A genuine gasp of surprise escapes you, seeing the dress wrap almost perfectly around the prop strapped to your body. You film yourself in the mirror, following the length of your frame from your feet to your head. 

“It’s kinda freaky how real it looks, huh?” you ask your subscribers, turning to your side and wrapping your free arm underneath the protruding belly. “This is so crazy! I think I’m gonna with the dress for now because this belly is bigger than I expected, and I don’t think my shorts will fit.”

Continuing to film yourself in the mirror, you explain to your viewers how you’re going to meet up with Tom on set for lunch. You feel your nerves begin to bubble at the thought of showing Tom your dramatic change. He had been gone for hours at a time the past two weeks and you hadn’t been able to tell him you were planning on filming this video. Turning the camera off, you throw it into your black backpack along with your wallet and phone charger. You give yourself one last look in the mirror, still mesmerized by how real it looks. Although you probably wouldn’t admit it out loud, the fake look was beginning to grow on you. Closing the door to the bedroom, you step back into the living room, catching the attention of Tessa. Her large body snakes off the couch and she trots toward you, her tail wagging. You pet her head gently a couple of times, saying your goodbyes, before grabbing your car keys off the counter.

After parking at their filming location for the day, you rummage through your bag to make sure you have everything before exiting the car. Unlike the first time you had visited Tom on set, the security easily recognizes you this time without even having to show them your ID. The very first time you had visited Tom on set while filming for Captain America: Civil War, it took you ten minutes to try to convince the security guard that you were Tom’s girlfriend. Eventually, they had to call Tom over himself to verify your identity and once he did, the security guard wouldn’t stop apologizing. You chuckle quietly to yourself, remembering the memory vividly. Turning your camera back on, you press record, eager to catch the reactions of your friends.

After meeting Tom back in late 2014 at one of Harrison’s parties, the two of you quickly began dating. You were already growing quickly on YouTube at the time but kept your relationship out of the spotlight for months. You had been there through the entirety of his audition process for Spider-Man and you couldn’t be prouder of him. A few months ago, after a dinner filled with laughter, memories, and fairy lights, he had asked you to be his forever. The proposal was absolutely perfect and you could tell he had put a lot of planning into it, which made the gesture even more special. With both of you having busy schedules, you had decided to take it slow and plan whenever you had time. You had already been out dress shopping once but with no luck and Tom had asked Harrison to be his best man even before he asked you to marry him. Still, it felt surreal to be engaged to Tom. Just thinking about it made the butterflies in your stomach celebrate.

Remy is the first cast member you spot and as you get closer, you realize he’s chatting with Tony. You focus the camera on the two young men as you approach them, barely able to contain your excitement. You can tell they’re wearing their character clothes you glance around quickly, making sure they’re not about to start filming. Tony sees you first and as his facial expression changes, Remy turns around, too. Sending them a smile, you give them a small wave, waiting until you’re close enough to verbally greet them. Tony grins, wrapping his arm around you for a quick hug. He doesn’t say anything and you don’t either, wanting their genuine reactions. For a second, you wonder if it’s still as noticeable as when you left the house. Remy pulls you in next, the two of you greeting each other until he pauses mid-hug. He pulls away, gripping your upper arm gently as he looks down. His eyes double in size as a gasp escapes him.

“You’re- When? Tom never said anything. I swear-” Remy rambles and Tony joins in, their words mixing together.

“Guys! Guys, chill. It’s fake,” you giggle, giving the belly a few pats. “It’s for a video. See?”

You motion to the camera in your right hand and the two boys fall into silence. Still focusing the camera on them, you explain the video concept once again. They continue to gush about how real it looks and you feel a sense of accomplishment. After showing your friends and family the belly, you were planning on testing everyday activities and if people would treat you differently. If the belly looks real enough for them to believe it, multiple strangers probably would, too. The three of you catch up for a moment, talking about random things. Eventually, your patience thins out and you ask for Tom, itching to catch his reaction on camera.

They join you on your journey to find your fiancé, claiming he’s going to flip his shit and they don’t want to miss it. With determination in your step, you begin to walk over to where he’s supposed to be filming his next scene, recording the entire time. You hear him before you see him, his American accent is clear as day. A few seconds later, you hear Jacob and you assume they’re filming a scene with Peter and Ned. You watch from afar, making sure your camera is turned off, not wanting to get in trouble with Marvel. Tom’s lack of constraints is a well-known fact and the company and production crew always go to great lengths to make sure he doesn’t spill any valuable information, so you figure it’s best to keep the camera off for now. As you get closer, you notice Zendaya is standing off to the side, looking between the two men playing their characters. You realize she’s in the scene, too, and you watch intently as Peter, Ned, and Michelle bicker amongst each other.

Sensing the scene nearing its end, your nerves pick back up. You couldn’t quite put your finger on the exact reason behind your jitteriness but the suspense of waiting for Tom’s reaction made it twice as bad. Turning the camera back on as soon as Jon confirms the scene is over, you try your best to keep your composure. You don’t walk any closer just yet, explaining to the viewers that Tom still hasn’t seen you and that you’re currently on set to capture his reaction. Remy and Tony are chatting eagerly amongst themselves and you vaguely hear them placing a bet on Tom’s reaction, which makes the whole situation even more comical. Deciding it’s time, you head toward your fiancé and your two friends. Zendaya notices you first, Tom and Jacob facing the opposite direction, and you give her a small wave.

“Thomas,” she exclaims dramatically, making Tom jolt. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re having a baby?”

You can only imagine the look of confusion plastered on Tom’s face at Zendaya’s sudden outburst. The beautiful actress sends you grins toward you, returning the wave. You wonder briefly if she was just playing along or if she genuinely thought you were pregnant, but you before you could decide Tom’s surprised eyes met yours. He had seen you just last night before bed but the look of confusion is authentic. Coming to a halt in front of the small group, Tony and Remy in tow, you purse your lips together, barely able to contain your wide grin. Tom looks so genuinely confused that you find it incredibly difficult to muffle your laugh. A few moments pass and he notices the camera in hand, realization washing over his features. By now, seeing you with a camera in hand was second nature and it made sense that he didn’t question it.

“That looks so real,” Tom whispers in amazement, his eyes trained on the fake bump.

You rotate slowly, showcasing it from every possible angle, a string of giggles escaping you. “It does, doesn’t it? I’m doing a twenty-four-hour pregnant challenge for my channel.”

“Girl, you had me all excited!” Zendaya whines, grimacing in your direction. “I saw you walk in during the scene and I was about to stop right then and there, but then I noticed your camera.”

Tom inches forward, close enough for you to see the small freckles decorating his nose. Catching it all on film, you watch with admiration as he hesitantly reaches out to touch the pretend bump. The groups awe aloud and before you can stop it, the familiar heat spreads across your cheeks. You swear you hear the sound of someone’s camera, but you’re too preoccupied with looking at Tom to investigate. Although you physically can’t feel his hand, you can’t help but notice how perfectly it fits against the bump. The two of you had discussed marriage and babies multiple times, but it was more small comments here and there than an actual serious conversation. Tom always told you stories about him and his siblings, and you knew he wanted a lot of kids. You wanted kids, too, but you had never decided on a number, figuring you would want to experience motherhood first. Seeing Tom interact with the bump - fake or not - made your biological clock tick faster. Just by the look on his face, you knew you wanted him to be the father of your kids and the sooner, the better.

The others took turns feeling the huge jelly-like shape strapped to your body as well. It felt slightly odd, having them all put their hands where a potential real bump could be someday, and you made a mental note to explain that to the camera later. After all, this was meant as a test to see how it feels to be pregnant. The entire time, Tom’s gaze lingers on you; his dark orbs following your every move. You don’t know whether to find it slightly concerning or very adorable. The group continued to gush over the realness, but you were too caught up on Tom’s focus on you.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you state softly, but loud enough for him to hear over the continuous chatter.

“Like what?”

You can’t tell if he’s being serious or playing dumb, so with a sigh, you elaborate, “Like… I don’t know! You keep looking at me funny.”

“Sorry, darling,” he apologizes automatically. “I didn’t mean to- It’s just… It looks so real.”

“I know,” you shrug. “Is it weirding you out?”

Tom shakes his head immediately. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I can’t wait for you to be pregnant for real.”

“Aw, you guys are the cutest! This is so going on Instagram,” Zendaya gushes and once again, you feel your cheeks heat up.

If you weren’t sure before, you definitely are now. Tom is the one. He’s the one you want to be with; to marry, to have kids with, to grow old with. He’s the one you want to fall asleep on the couch with and the one you want to wake up to in the morning. You want to continue getting lost in his eyes until the skin around them wrinkles. It is almost silly, really, but his laugh is your favorite sound in the entire world. It’s just something about that melodic sound that makes all your worries melt away. His familiar scent is your favorite smell, and it instantly calms your nerves. You had always known you wanted Tom to be by your side in parenthood. From the moment you saw him with Paddy to all the kids he had the opportunity to meet through his role as Spider-Man, you knew he would be the perfect dad. Now, the day you could call him yours forever couldn’t come fast enough.

[marvelliz]

Then it’s a tie (Harrison Osterfield)

Pairing: Best friend!Harrison x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, being drunk, you know the usual

Word count: 2348

Summary: You and Harrison made a bet as children, to see who of you two could kiss most people in their life. Somehow, what was supposed to be a silly game had become very serious very quickly for both of you, but you don’t like it that much as you used to do - maybe for a reason?

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for being so inactive lately, kinda had a lot of work with now being in university and all;) Anyway, this is my entry for @spiderboytotherescue‘s 4K writing challenge - congrats love, you deserve all the followers! The prompt was ‘I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you’, and  I honestly had a lot of inspiration for plot, but never knew how to write it down. This is the fourth fic I started with this prompt and the only one I finished, and I was kinda sleep deprived when I wrote it so don’t expect too much;) ~ Liz

“I bet you’ll never, ever kiss a girl in your life!”

“Well, I bet you’ll never, ever kiss a boy in your life!”

“Then let’s make it a bet. Whoever kisses most people in their life wins.”

“It’s a deal, Y/N.”

“Oh, you’re so going down, Osterfield.”

The bar was always crowded on a Friday night, but you didn’t mind. You actually quite liked the liveliness of the people who came here to finally relax a bit after a week of hard work or studies. Some came here with friends to catch up, others on a date, and then there were the people who just wanted to have some fun.

You counted yourself with the last ones.

With a small smile, you were eyeing the room while sipping from your favourite drink. There was exactly one person dancing now, a man who had drunk a little too much and was now swinging his beer in the air, moving awkwardly with his eyes closed. In less than an hour, the dance floor would be almost too crowded, you knew, as it was every week.

Your eyes moved further, from a couple girls talking excitedly in one of the boots, to a heavily tattooed man that just entered through the door, to the cute guy who was sitting on his own at the bar, just like you, and who gave you a flirtatious wink and a lopsided grin when you crossed gazes.

You answered with a blinding smile of your own, raising your drink invitingly. He was pretty handsome, with his raven black hair and auburn eyes. Maybe just what you needed that night.

Right when the guy stood up to come closer, you felt a presence occupy the stool next to yours. You already knew who it was without looking up.

“What do you want, Holland?”

His amused demeanour was almost tangible, you just knewhe had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “So what, are you gonna leave me too tonight?”

Shrugging, you turned to face him. “Mm, sorry sweetie, but I can’t let Harrison win this game.”

He pouted. You knew he hated it when you called him sweetie, but that’s what made it so fun, right?

“Still playing this stupid game, huh?”

You didn’t bother to reply, since he knew the answer already. Instead, your eyes wandered off to where your best friend was flirting with a cute girl you’d seen earlier, pretty long chestnut hair falling in curls on her back and a lock twirling around her slender finger. She and Harrison were standing on the other side of the bar, both a beer in their hands and Haz leaning a little bit closer to her, leaving her flustered. You saw why she’d drawn his attention, because even with her reddening cheeks she was probably the most beautiful girl in this room.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Honestly, you’d almost forgotten that Tom was sitting next to you. You scoffed. “Well duh, have you seen her? I wish I had that hair.”

Tom chuckled. “I meant that youwant to be the one Haz is flirting with.”

“What?” Your face flushed almost just as much as the girl you’d been talking about. “No, I don’t! Why would I?”

“It’s too obvious, Y/N, you can’t hide it from me.” Tom’s smirk was one you just wanted to wipe from his face, and that only seemed to amuse him even more.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Before he could argue with you, you got up from your stool and started to walk away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to win a bet.”

You were moving on the music, hips swaying in your strapless dress and the hands of the cute guy, Ian, on your waist. When you’d walked up to him, he’d first told you that he was an exchange student and was only in London for a few months. Then he’d told you a bit about his homeland, which made you swoon a little, since his heavy accent was terribly seductive. And it was extremely hot how he’d leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear when the music got a little too loud.

And as if he couldn’t be more perfect, he was also an amazing dancer. Most guys you knew didn’t have any rhythm, but Ian knew perfectly what he was doing. He took your hand in his as you danced, and motioned for you to turn, to which you landed perfectly in his arms again.

When he turned you around again, your eyes fell on a couple making out against the wall. It didn’t take long for you to recognize Harrison and the pretty brunette, especially when they broke apart to breathe and Haz immediately leaned in again to capture her lips once again.

Something twisted in your stomach. Guess this game was now a tie.

“Hey, you wanna go outside?” You almost shouted at Ian, because you knew there was no way he could hear you over the music otherwise. Not that it was really necessary, because you were sure he saw in your eyes what you wanted. His brown eyes showed you that he wanted the same.

Not much later you were leaning against the wall in a small alleyway, right next to the bar from where you could still hear the music booming through the air. Ian was standing in front of you, his arm resting next to your head against the wall. With someone else you normally would’ve been on your guard, but Ian patiently waited for you to take the first step, as if he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

And you … You didn’t really know what you were waiting for. Ian was here, whispering low about something – you didn’t really know what he was talking about, but with his accent it sounded unbelievably sexy. And his lips were close, you could just kiss them if you only moved a little forward.

Then muffled voices came your way, and your attention was suddenly somewhere else. Because you knew who was coming, you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Both Harrison and the brunette walked past the alleyway, but they didn’t seem to notice you. How could they, since their attention almost seemed glued to one another. The girl giggled sweetly when Haz said something you couldn’t understand, and his grin widened nearly unnoticeably.

Harrison looked up, just long enough to finally spot you and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve been sure his expression fell for a moment. But just as quickly, it disappeared, a genuine smile instead plastered on his handsome face.

Ian didn’t seem to notice any change in your behaviour, as he was still talking, face still as close as it was before. But as soon as you saw Haz disappear around the corner, you pushed Ian gently but confident a little away from you. You’d made up your mind.

Questions shone in his auburn eyes at your resolute movements. A soft smile played on your lips when you answered them.

“I’m sorry, Ian, but I don’t think I can do this.”

That was the only explanation you gave him, before you turned away from him and walked with big steps straight back to the bar. It didn’t take long to find Tom in the crowd, and when you occupied the stool next to his and you saw the same questions in those brown eyes you’d seen earlier with Ian, you realised you didn’t know what to say. So you said the only thing you did know.

“Let’s get drunk.”

You were more than just drunk. You were totally wasted.

Harrison had his arm around you when he led you into the apartment he shared with Tom and he looked nothing but pissed to end his night taking care of his drunk best friend. Even though he knew he would always take care of you when you needed him to – y’know, since you were his best friend and he loved you as one -, that didn’t exclude the fact that he could be terribly annoyed by you. And this was definitelyone of those moments.

“Next time you decide to get drunk, you could either invite me or make sure that Tom can bring you home,” Haz grunted. He was right, of course, and normally Tom would be there for you. Only, you could be pretty persuasive when you were drunk – or maybe Tom just couldn’t stand the temptation.

And when both of you drank too much, Tom was almost worse than you were. The only difference was, when you were drunk, you were clingy and had no filters, you just said and did everything that came to your mind. Whereas Tom, who surprisingly didn’t take alcohol as well as you did, had a sudden gigantic energy boost, but after not even a dozen minutes he could fall asleep while standing.

Luckily Haz had come back into the bar before that could happen, or else it would’ve been really difficult to get him home. That was also why he had taken care of Tom first, ‘cause at least you could still stand on your own feet.

“You know you love me, Hazzie.” You wrapped your arms around your best friend, who had more trouble to hold you upright with the minute.

He just grunted under your weight. “Yeah, yeah, let’s just get you to bed.”

The boys didn’t have a guest room, so instead Haz chose to share his own bed with you for the night. This wasn’t the first time you stayed over, and his bed was big enough for two anyway. You weren’t anything morethan just friends, so it wasn’t a big deal, right?

With a lot of groaning from his side and a lot of giggling and every now and again a random thought you apparently wanted to share with him – Do pants feel it if we accidentally rip them? Because that would be so sad! -, he eventually managed to get you on the bed. From his closet, he took one of his shirts and threw it your way. “Here. You can sleep in this.”

Another giggle escaped your lips and you wiggled both your arms in the air. “Help me!”

Haz sighed and let his head hang for a moment. “All right.”

He took the shirt from your lap and pulled it gently over your arms and head. “You’re lucky you have me, darling.” You giggled in response and ruffled his hair, to which a soft smile appeared on his lips. “And you’re not even going to remember this tomorrow.”

His grip on your forearms was firm but delicate as he helped you get up. “Now do me a favour and take of that dress, you’re not gonna be able to sleep in that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at his words, but Haz just rolled his eyes in answer. “Not like that. I’ll get you a glass of water and an aspirin for tomorrow.”

When he came back and opened the door, he saw you laying already under the covers, your face serene as if you were sleeping already. But as soon as he set foot in the room, you opened your eyes, sleepy but following him every movement. Harrison looked at you for a moment, let his gaze wander all over your face, and thinking how genuinely lucky he was to have you in his life. Even in moments like this, when you could be such a burden, he never saw it as such.

He put the glass water next to you on the nightstand and crouched down so he was at eye level with you. “Are you okay, darling?”

You nodded, your sudden tired eyes still focussed on him.

“Good.” He smiled a little. “Now I’d say you go to sleep now, love, you’ll need it.” Before he stood up, he softly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. But you were quicker.

Your hand grasped his wrist as if you didn’t want him to go yet. “Hazzie …”

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Did you kiss the girl?”

It took him a moment before he understood what you were referring to. To him, it seemed like such a long time ago, he wasn’t even sure if he remembered her name right. “I did. Why?”

Your voice was already zooming out, he knew you would be asleep in maybe less than a minute. “Then we have a tie.”

“Why?” Haz squinted his eyes at you, not sure he heard you right. “Didn’t you kiss that guy I saw you with?”

“Ian.” You closed your eyes and didn’t answer for a long moment, and Harrison was almost certain you had fallen asleep before you could properly answer him. But then you opened one eye to look at him and grinned sleepily. “And nooo. I couldn’t.”

He didn’t even know if it was smart to listen to someone who was that drunk, but somehow he really wanted to know what you meant. “You couldn’t … why?”

“Because I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

Well that was one answer he didn’t expect.

“I –“ How could it be that even in your drunken state you still had the power to shut him up with only one sentence? “What?”

But this time it seemed like you were out of answers. Instead, you opened your eyes to look at him once more. “Good night, Hazzie.” And before he could do something, you pushed yourself up a little and pressed your lips against his in a short kiss. By the time he processed what’d happened, you’d already pulled back and fallen asleep. For real, this time. 

Harrison was left wondering. Not only about what you said, but … maybe, just maybe, he recalled electricity coursing through his veins when your lips touched his. And maybe, just maybe … It could be that he felt the same way.

[sunshinesteviee]

waiting // harrison osterfield

Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: fluff !!!!! Summary: harrison finds you very endearing when you’re half asleep Prompts: “you’re very endearing when you’re half asleep” and “i’ve been waiting a long time”  A/N: hi guys! this is actually for two writing challenges. i was going to do the different prompts as two parts, but it ended up working better as one. congrats to @notimeforthemessenger for 500 & to @spiderboytotherescue for 4k! y’all are both super great!!!! as always, i hope you like it, and let me know what ya think!!! lots of love 💓

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As the night began winding down, you could feel the effects of the alcohol that you’d drank begin to wear off. The music was starting to get too loud, and dancing with strangers was not much fun anymore. The dress you’d put on earlier in the evening was feeling a bit too short, and your heels a bit too tall. You were out with your cast mates, celebrating the wrap of your newest movie, Spider-Man: Far From Home. Being in the movie meant that you instantly had friends; you were always invited to hang out, and there was never a moment that the cast wasn’t hanging out together when they weren’t filming. Though the night has passed quickly and it was late (or very early?), your friends didn’t seem to be fazed. They were still drinking and dancing and talking, as if they could do it all night. You weren’t exactly a party person, and you wanted to be done.

Figuring they’d still be a while, you made your way over to an empty booth, collapsing onto the cushioned seat. Though you wanted so badly to take your heels off, you settled for kicking your feet up on the opposite side of the booth. The sudden movement caused your dress to ride up your thigh, but you were quick to pull it back down into place, trying to avoid the glances of all the unknown people around you. Your head tipped back to rest against the booth and you let out a sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. You knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea, as you were surrounded by strangers, but you were just so tired. The regret was immediate, however, when someone slid into the booth, moving your feet over so they could sit. Pulling your feet back quickly, your eyes flew open to see who thought they could interrupt your beauty sleep.

Harrison, Tom’s best friend, was sitting across from you, a smile clearly tugging at the corner of his lips. Since it was only Harrison, you let your guard down a little, giving him a tired smile of your own. He was a nice guy - you hadn’t really talked to him too much, and you didn’t know him too well, but you knew he was a loyal friend to Tom, and it seemed like he was always in a good mood, so it was safe to say that you liked the boy. “Just gonna take a nap here, Y/N?” The tone of his voice was teasing as his smile stretched across his face.

Leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table, you nodded and then rested your head in your hands, “Mhm. Seems like the perfect place for that, don’t ya think?” Harrison laughed, and you gave him another smile as you shifted to rest your head on only one of your hands. Though you appreciated the company, you were confused as to why he was sitting across from you, and not still partying with the rest of the group. He still had a beer in his hand, and he kept glancing over to where everyone else was gathered. “Not that I mind, but what are you doing over here, Harrison?”

“Saw you over here by yourself, and I didn’t think you should be alone,” he explained, pausing for a moment to take a sip of his beer, “especially if you thought you were gonna take a nap right here.”

You laughed, sitting straight up again and brushing some hair behind your ear, “Well, I appreciate it. But ‘m okay, really. You can go back over there.”

“Nah, ’s alright. Kind of getting tired, myself.” His long fingers sifted through his hair before dropping down to the table to pick up his beer again. It was silent for a few moments between the two of you, and you took the opportunity to look Harrison over. He was a pretty boy - there was simply no other way to describe him. His hair was usually pushed up and out of the way, but it was starting to fall down into his face after the long night, and he had the prettiest clear blue eyes and the absolute nicest skin. Though he wasn’t wearing them now, he sometimes wore glasses, which you thought only added to his attractiveness. Quite honestly, you had a bit of a crush on the boy. Just because you didn’t know him too well didn’t mean that you didn’t notice him... that you didn’t like him.

There were a few more moments of silence as Harrison finished his drink and looked through his phone, and you could feel your eyes getting heavier. The song that was playing ended and switched to a new song, and Harrison took the opportunity to speak up, his gaze lifting to yours, “D’ya wanna head back? ‘M not sure how much longer they’ll be, and you look like you’re gonna fall asleep.”

“I mean, yeah. But I don’t think I should go back by myself.”

“Of course, Y/N,” there was a laugh behind his words, “I’m saying I’ll go back with you, if ya want.”

His offer took you aback; he certainly didn’t have to do that for you. “Oh, no, Haz, I can’t ask you to do that…” you trailed off, your eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

“Oh hush,” he waved his hand as if brushing your protest off, “I wanna head back, too. ‘S really no big deal.” You contemplated his offer for a moment, but nodded your head quickly as you chewed on your bottom lip. “Great! I already got the Uber, it should be here soon.” He pushed himself up and out of the booth, holding one of his hands out for you to take. You hesitated again, just for a split second, before grabbing onto Harrison’s hand, letting him help you up. Quickly tugging down the hem of your tight dress, you let Harrison lead you through the crowds of people until you got outside. His grip on your hand was tight with his fingers interlocked with yours, as if he was going to lose you and never find you again.

Once outside, Harrison was about to let go of your hand, but your heels got caught on the sidewalk, causing you to stumble a bit. His grip tightened, steadying you as he pulled you in closer to him with a laugh, “Still a bit tipsy?”

You shook your head quickly with a laugh, “No!” He gave you a pointed look, to which you responded with a scoff, “‘M not! Didn’t even have that much to drink, honestly. Just tired, and my heels got caught on the sidewalk.” You were telling the truth, but when you took another step, your heel got caught once again, making Harrison shoot you another look. “Shut up!”

Checking his phone, Harrison noted that it’d still be a few more minutes until the uber showed up. You let out a groan; all you wanted was to get in bed. He was about to say something, but was interrupted as you let out a big yawn. His hand left yours, but a second later was resting against your waist, pulling you into his side. “Pretty sure you’re gonna fall asleep any second. Just lean against me, love.” Your cheeks felt hot as he pulled you into his side, but you complied and leaned against him. Though the music from inside was still thumping in your ears, it only took a few moments before your eyelids got heavy, wanting so desperately to close so you could drift off to sleep. Since Harrison still had his arm around you to hold you up, you decided it wouldn’t hurt if you just closed your eyes for a few moments.

You only realized that you’d drifted off when Harrison was shaking you slightly, telling you that the car had arrived. With his arm around your waist, he led you over to the car and opened the door for you, allowing you to slide in. You slid to the opposite side and immediately buckled your seatbelt, watching as Harrison ducked down to get in. It only took a matter of seconds before your heels were off, and your legs were tucked underneath you. Not hearing the click of the seatbelt, you reached across Harrison, giving his seatbelt a tug as well as a pointed look at him. He laughed, buckling in as the car started moving, causing you to jolt back into your spot.

The seatbelt had locked from how far you had leaned over, and you gave it a few tugs, trying to undo it. When it wouldn’t come undone, you let out a defeated sigh, too tired to actually care. Leaning your head against the window, you struggled to keep your eyes open, your blinks getting a little longer with each passing second. You could feel Harrison���s gaze on you, and you somehow managed to keep your eyes open long enough to scrunch up your nose and let out a grunt, “What?” His head shook, and you could see the glint in his eyes, but you let it go with a shrug of your shoulders.

The way the car moved only helped lull you to sleep, so you let it; your body swaying back and forth a little with the movements of the car, your eyes slowly drifting shut and staying that way until the car came to a stop. Harrison wasn’t sure whether or not you were asleep so he unbuckled and then scooted closer to you, shaking your arm a little, “We’re back, love, c’mon.” His arm slid around your waist and settled on your hip so he could pull you across the leather seats and help you out of the car. You weren’t sure what had gotten into Harrison, or why he was helping you to this extent, but you definitely didn’t mind. It was nice that he cared enough to make sure you got back to your room and ended up asleep in bed.

Being half asleep, you weren’t quite thinking clearly, and you accidentally pressed the button for the wrong floor. It took you a second to realize, but when you did, you started laughing so hard that you couldn’t stop. For you, being tired meant you went through different stages - you were just plain tired, you got loopy and thought everything was funny, you got crabby - it was honestly quite a rollercoaster. Harrison had never seen you like this, but he thought it was kind of cute, and he hid a smile behind his hand as he watched you try to collect yourself, wiping away the tears that were running down your cheeks from laughing so hard.

When you made it to your floor, you fumbled with your purse to pull out the key card. It took a few attempts before it unlocked, and - in your half-asleep state - mumbled to yourself, “I’m in.”

This time Harrison couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, his head tipping back as his laughter rang out down the hall. You didn’t want to wake anyone else up, so you quickly grabbed onto his hand, pulling him into your room and shutting the door behind him. “Shh!” you muttered, clapping your hand over his mouth, dropping your shoes onto the ground near the door.

Harrison’s fingers wrapped your wrist to pull it away from his mouth, a few more laughs falling past his lips. “God, Y/N. You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep, ya know that?”

Your head tilted to the side a bit, eyebrows drawing together, “Whaddya mean, Haz?” The end of the question ended up being punctuated with a loud yawn. Now that you were back in your room, it was as if someone had flipped a switch and the deliriousness was wearing off, leaving you feeling straight up exhausted.

“I mean,” he started, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as his cheeks turned a light pink, “that you’re very endearing. Super cute. All of the time, actually. And even more when you’re tired.”

“Oh?” was all you could manage to get out.

He nodded as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it out of nervousness. “Yeah, I, um-“ he paused and let out a low chuckle, “I like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” You were having a hard time wrapping your head around what was happening; it was late, and you were exhausted.

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting a long time to tell you, actually,” Harrison mumbled. With the way he was looking at you, you could feel your heart beating a little faster inside of your chest. You’d had a little bit of a crush on Harrison before tonight, but after tonight? He was going way out of his way to help you, to make sure you got back safe, and that made your heart swell.

“You have?” He nodded, some of his hair falling down into his face. “I- I like you too, Harrison.” After your admission, you felt your face get hot, and you gave in to the urge to reach up and brush the hair out of his face.

His fingers caught your wrist once more, but this time he slid his hand into yours, his fingers sliding between the spaces of yours. “Really?” his voice came out a whisper.

“Really,” you whispered back, the tone of your voice matching his.

The smile that broke out on his face was practically bright enough to light up the dimly lit room. Harrison’s hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, the pad his thumb rubbing small circles over the back of your hand. It was silent for a few moments as you looked at each other. His blue eyes were sparkling, and you wanted nothing more than to lean in and plant a kiss on him. You took a step closer, leaning up on your toes as one of your arms snaking around his neck, your other hand still clutched in Harrison’s. Though he hadn’t stopped smiling, it was as if a new smile had placed itself on his lips at your actions.

“Thank you for going out of your way for me tonight, Haz. For getting me home,” this time your whisper was because you were so close to him.

“I’d do anything for you, love,” he whispered back. His gaze flicked down for your lips and then back up to your eyes. Pausing for a moment, you could tell that he was contemplating something with the way his head had tilted slightly, his nose scrunched up a little. Another moment passed and he leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I really wanna kiss you now, but you’re tired, and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with, and ‘m not sure you’re in the right head-state after your laughing episode in the elevator,” he teased. “So... Goodnight, Y/N/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Maybe I can give ya that kiss then?”

“Yeah, I’d love that” you breathed out, your heart swelling at how sweet he was, not wanting to take advantage of you. “Night, Haz.”

With another kiss pressed to your forehead, Harrison slipped out of your room, letting the door shut behind him silently. You stood in front of the door for a few seconds, staring at the spot where Harrison had been standing. You could still feel his hand in yours, his lips against your skin. Collapsing into the fluffy blankets on the bed, it didn’t take long until you fell asleep with a happy smile on your lips.

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Starry Eyes

Peter Parker x Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: none, just lots of fluff!!

a/n: this is inspired by the song perfect by ed sheeran & it’s my entry in @spiderboytotherescue‘s 4k writing challenge!!! this literally took me forever since i’m so lazy but it’s done now and only moderately awkwardly paced so yay!!

Pete: meet me in the park in 15 min Me: pete it’s literally 10pm what Me: and i’m in my pj’s i don’t wanna get ready Pete: you don’t have to get dressed up! just come pleaseeeeee :)) Me: okay okay, be there in a bit

Sighing as you set your phone down, you slipped on your sandals and grabbed your keys before jumping in your car and driving off to the park. A few minutes later, you were standing at the edge of the park, glancing around until you finally caught a glimpse of Peter.

“Pete?” you called out to your boyfriend. He was sitting on a picnic blanket, attempting to connect his phone to a speaker.

“Got it!” he cheered before looking up to you, “Y/N! Come here, I have a surprise for you!”

You pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt over your hands before making your way over to him. It was a cool summer night; the soft breeze provided the perfect chill to the warm air around you. A particularly swift gust of wind swayed your hair, causing you to tuck it behind your ears.

As you neared Peter, he pressed play on his phone and your favorite song began to play out of the speakers. Slipping off his shoes, he stepped off of the picnic blanket and onto the cool grass.

“Wanna dance?” he gave you a cheesy grin, extending his arm towards you.

Giggling, you nodded and slipped off your shoes before placing your hand in his. He led you out into the clearing, the small strands tickling your feet and ankles as you padded across the soft grass.

You laced your hands around the back of his neck and his wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. As the two of you swayed, you couldn’t help but notice how good Peter managed to look all the time, taking in his soft t-shirt and worn jeans. His hair was messier than usual, but every curl seemed to look perfectly out of place. There wasn't any denying it; he looked ethereal. You, however, looked quite different. Glancing down at yourself, you took note of Peter’s oversized sweatshirt that hung over your thighs, completely covering up your old shorts. Your hair was still slightly damp from the shower, soft waves falling all over the place.

“God, I look like a mess,” you said quietly, casting your gaze downwards.

Peter stopped swaying, completely shocked that you couldn’t see your own beauty. Gently taking your chin into his hand, he tilted your head upwards, giving you an indescribable look before placing his hand on the back of your head. He pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair before whispering softly, “You look perfect.”

You smiled into his chest, breathing in the scent of him while listening to his steady heartbeat. He began to sway to the music again as you squeezed him tightly, never wanting to let him go.

Later that night, you found yourself giggling with Peter as you laid together on the picnic blanket, gazing up at the stars after eating everything he brought for your late night picnic. His arm was wrapped around you, holding you close as you pointed out constellations and gushed about how beautiful the stars were.

“They’re just so…” you paused for a moment, “Indescribable. It’s just something about them, you know?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah, I know what you mean.”

After a few moments of silence, Peter looked down at you, feeling his heart begin to beat rapidly. “Uh, Y/N?” his voice shook slightly as he spoke, “Can I, uh, say something?”

“Of course, Pete,” you gave him a comforting look, “You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath before he let out everything he’d been wanting to say for the past week. “Y/N, I know that we’re just kids, but I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re beautiful and sweet, and you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known,” he reached down and laced your fingers with his, “I never would’ve guessed that somebody as perfect as you would be the one for me, and it still shocks me to this day. For a while, I wasn’t sure exactly what I felt, or why my feelings for you were so strong; but now, I- I know what it is. It’s love.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you squeezed Peter’s hand, tears forming in your eyes.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Y/N. I may not know what all that entails right now, but what I do know is that I’ll never let you go,” he finished, smiling down at you.

“Peter I-” he wiped away a single tear with the pad of his thumb as it slid down your cheek, “I love you too. I love you so, so much.”

He giggled as you sat up, leaning above him as he stared up into your eyes. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly and slowly. This wasn’t the first kiss that the two of you had shared, but it was definitely the most heartfelt. You could feel the connection between the two of you sparking as your lips moved against each other, only a little sad when you had to pull away for air.

When you looked back down at him, you could see the pink tinting his cheeks, an adorable smile spreading across his features in the soft moonlight. His brown eyes stared up at you, filled with love and adoration; his curls were everywhere, ruffled by the blanket beneath his head. In that moment, you noticed that you could see the reflection of the stars and constellations that you loved so much sparkling in his eyes.

As Peter looked back up at you, hair framing your face as you smiled down softly, he noticed that he could see his future in yours.

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Late Night Walks

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings- Creepy drunk dude, a bit of fluff

Summary- (Y/n) goes out for a late night walk because she can’t sleep, then Spiderman saves her from a creepy drunk dude.

Word Count- 648

A/N- This is for @spiderboytotherescue ’s 4k Writing Challenge. I used the prompt “Get away from me!” She’s amazing and one of the bests, go read her stories and blurbs!

(Y/n) turns over on her side in bed for what seemed like the millionth time that night. No matter how many times she’d tried to get comfortable, she couldn’t get to sleep. She let out a loud sigh before sitting up, tossing her covers off of her and getting out of bed.

She decided she was going to go for a late night walk. She checked her alarm clock, noticing that was 1:23 AM. (Y/n) got dressed, grabbed her phone, and put a hoodie on before heading out the front door.

She walked through the city, breathing in the fresh night air and looking at the lights and the stars. (Y/n) walks past the buildings, admiring some of the graffiti she can see on the walls.

She stops in a large alleyway that she visits often. The walls on both sides are completely filled with graffiti by now. She walks down the alley slowly, taking in the different art styles and original ideas. Some of them have references to things she knows, while others she’s never heard of before.

As she gets to the end of the alleyway she notices a figure enter the alley right as she exits. She doesn’t think much of it, people walk through all the time. As she makes her way back home, she hears footsteps following closely behind.

She makes a quick glance behind her to see a man following, stumbling as if he’s drunk. She starts walking faster, but she notices the man behind her speed up also. She goes to run right as she feels herself being tugged back into the closest alley.

“Get away from me!” She screams and he quickly puts a hand over her mouth.

“Hey, be quiet. Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?” He slurs, the smell of strong alcohol on his breath as he gets closer to her. She struggles in his grip, trying to get away from him but he pushes her against the wall.

All of a sudden he’s being shoved off of her, and she watches as Spiderman punches him in the face. “It’s not nice to corner women in an alley. Don’t you have better things you could be doing?” He says and the drunk man’s eyes widen and he runs off.

“Peter! Oh, thank goodness you’re here.” She breathes in relief.

He turns to his girlfriend, pulling his mask off and looking at her with wide eyes. “What the hell were you thinking?! Walking in the alleys this late at night?” He turns and runs his fingers through his hair stressfully.

“I-I couldn’t sleep. I needed to go for a walk. I thought you were asleep.” She explains, moving forward and hugging Peter tightly. “Thank you for saving me. I was so scared…”

He sighs and relaxes in her arms, holding her close. “I was so worried. Who knows what could have happened if I wasn’t out here.” He kisses her head softly “Next time you can’t sleep, call me. I don’t care what time of night it is, I’d rather lose sleep to protect you than not be there and you get hurt.”

(Y/n) smiles and looks up at him. “Okay, I’ll call you. What are you doing out this late?” She asks

“I couldn’t sleep either. Come on, let’s get out of here.” He puts his mask on and picks her up, shooting a web and swinging away. She holds onto him and he takes her to the rooftop of his apartment building, setting her down before they sit together.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Pete. I just needed some fresh air.” She says and Peter kisses her softly.

“I mean it (Y/n), I don’t care what time of night it is. Call me if you can’t sleep.” He says seriously.

She nods “Okay, I will. I love you.”

He smiles at her “I love you too.”

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Let's run away pt 2

Tom Holland x Reader mob!au

Warning: language, alcohol, threats

Word count: 1458

Part: 2/?

Summary: In the 1920s, during the height of prohibition, in New York City, Tom holland, an unknown from London, tries to make his way around the New York crime world with his lover Y/n. When he owes an influential crime family money he'll do anything to pay them back. Is it too much?

Author note: this is historically inaccurate. Giggle water is weak alcohol and white lightning is homemade liquor.

I'll be "casting" actors to play other characters and introducing them as they come. This is no way based on them in reality. Johnny is based on Taron Egerton.

The next day you were running late. Tom forgot to wake you as he left and you had to run out the door still tying your apron on. Tom's warning was forgotten until you were already on the subway. You had forgotten the little revolver he had bought you at your last birthday. It was the first time you were threatened. Tom had shot the guy in the middle of the street the next day. It was a long time before someone threatened you again.

You raced into the diner 3 minutes late, just praying you weren't fired. Susie rolled her eyes as she poured another cup of coffee. You looked a mess with a hickie on you collarbone and your apron crooked. You walked behind the counter to clock in.

"Late? I only hired you because you're Tom's girl. That boy saved my life once so I owed him. Don't make me regret that," your portly boss said as he flipped greasy sausage patties on a griddle. "Get this to table 4," he said handing you a plate of pancakes and a plate with an omelet. Your stomach growled at the sight. You had forgotten breakfast.

"Thank you, sir. I won't be late again," you said hurrying to the table. The last you needed was more money problems.

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Tom hopped on the bus with Haz. He adjusted his collared shirt. Between fighting and sex he was exhausted and slept late. Luckily Haz knocked on his door or he was going to be in trouble. He felt guilty of forgetting to wake you.

"So we're meeting with Johnny? Don't you think he's trouble enough? He's like holding on to a wonky bomb," Haz said shaking his head. He hated Tom's idea.

"Yeah, but he's the best way to get fast cash without angering the Moretti or O'Neals. I can't have something happen to Y/n. She can't do much to protect herself. So I'm meeting with him and then telling the Moretti when they can have their money. Hopefully that will put a stop to the threats before Y/n sees it. They put a bloody rag under the door yesterday morning," Tom said. Haz raised his brows but nodded. Tom was playing with fire.

"Okay mate. I just don't want to be mixed in with Johnny for too long. His friends never last," Haz said running a hand through his blond hair.

"One time job, mate. And I don't like it either," Tom admitted. "But sometimes you have to do what you have to do."

They got off at the next stop and walked around the corner to a warehouse. The outside was painted a dark blue and looked like nothing. The second they stepped inside it was vibrant and colorful. Lamps with different color shades diffused soft pastels and highly decorated tapestries hung from every surface as it appeared to be a sitting room of some kind.

A man only a few years older than Tom and Haz walked out to greet them. He had a bright grin and an even brighter tan linen suit on. He strolled around an arm chair to shake their hands.

"Hello bruvs. How are we today? Beautiful isn't it?" He said beeming.

"Hello Johnny," Haz said almost bored. He was used to his flamboyance.

"Hello. I was hoping to talk to you about some work. If that's okay," Tom asked. Johnny nodded knowingly and motioned for them to follow him. He stepped into an office with a wicker desk and an actual stuffed lion head behind it. Tom and Haz sat in mismatched but extravagant chairs. Johnny lounged across his chair with his feet on the desk. His tan alligator boots for all the world to see.

"What can I do you for?" Johnny asked.

"I was wanting to know if you had any jobs lined up soon. Some with a bit of cash flow," Tom asked tapping his knuckles on the arm of his chair. Johnny nodded again.

"I'm always working. Do you want something small or something more adventurous?"

"Big as you've got," Tom said biting his lip. Johnny raised a brow as Haz shifted uncomfortably.

"I can do that. Are you sure? Because the more money, the more danger," Johnny warned putting his feet down. He enjoyed the thought of getting Tom and Haz more involved then he did this job. The pair had managed to skirt working for the Moretti or O'Neal's. Having them work for him was a valuable asset.

"I'm in a spot to be honest. Do you have something big soon?" Tom asked. His leg tapped on the oriental rug beneath him.

"Let me get you that information," Johnny said with a large grin. Tom couldn't help but feel that he was walking into the belly of a beast.

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"That will be two dollars," you said to a couple pushing away a plate of half eaten chocolate cake. The girl smiled with bright red lips. The young man grabbed his wallet to pay. They were the last of the lunch rush and for the next 2 hours was going to be nothing but the occasional worker getting a dessert and coffee and kids skipping school.

"I'm going to take my break," your boss called from the kitchen. "Call me if someone orders, okay?"

"Yes sir," you said putting the money in the till. Susie motioned that she was taking a smoke break and you nodded in understanding. Literally no one else was in the diner. You walked to the radio and turned it up before grabbing a broom. A swing song you and Tom had danced to came on and you moved your hips to the song.

You twirled the broom remembering that night. It was shortly after your father had cut you off and you were dirt poor. The dance hall cost a dime to get in and you just didn't have it to spare. So you and Tom had snuck in the side door as a waiter stepped out for a smoke break. Neither of you could afford a giggle water much less some white lightning. So you both grabbed a drink off of a waiter's tray as he was distracted and enjoyed a single drink each before dancing to this song. You had giggled as Tom attempted to speak sweet nothings into your ear as you spun.

The bell rang to announce a patron. You turned and said hello before putting up the broom. It was a pair of tall muscular men who sat in the nearest booth. You walked over to the pair with a professional smile on your face. One man grinned and the other scowled. It wasn't out of the ordinary. Men working hard jobs often visited the diner in fowl moods.

"How can I help you gentlemen today?" You asked.

"I'll take a coffee," said one.

"And I'll take an apple pie if you have it," The other said. You nodded and walked back to the counter. You grabbed the coffee pot and mug and put an apple pie slice on a plate and the tray and brought it to the men. You poured the coffee as the men simply stared. This wasn't unusual either. You were rather attractive.

"Are you Y/n?" One asked. You frowned before nodding. You weren't wearing a name tag and hadn't said your name. "Tell Holland that we expect our money shortly. Or this" He pulled a knife and pointed it at your stomach. "Will be opened in the street."

You gasped slightly and almost dropped the coffee pot. You considered burning the man but he had a buddy and you weren't going to beat him in heels. Your heart raced as you slowly backed away. You were too scared to speak. You hadn't brought your gun and you had turned up the radio so no one would hear you scream.

"This is just a warning, pretty girl," the other said mocking a nickname Tom often used for you. He stood and walked around your back. Your skin crawled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "Smells like fresh pie. Don't know what this dame doing with that fat-head. Just give him this message," he said before placing a knife to your cheek and slicing a shallow half inch cut across it.

You whimpered and shook. He let you go and the pair left without eating or drinking anything. The second they left you fell to the floor crying. The bell rang again and your eyes jumped to the door to see Haz coming in.

"Oh my God, Y/n. What happened? You're bleeding," he grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe your face. You shuddered as he touched your cut.

"They want the money," is all you said in fear.

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I need to know - Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x reader. gender neutral but I did write it with female in mind.

warnings: n/a

word count: 666 (oh gosh, r.i.p me)

a/n: This little piece is for @spiderboytotherescue‘s 4k writing challenge. 

This was not the first time you had met the notorious Spiderman. The first time he had saved you, the second time you somehow managed to save him, and ever since then you couldn’t stay away from each other. It was only a few times before this that the two of you had realized your feelings for each other, despite you not knowing who he really was. Now, however, you were getting tired of the secrecy. You wanted, needed, to know his identity. You were tired of having to hide your relationship, if making out in alleyways and going on dates on rooftops was any kind of relationship, his mask always just above his mouth. You already knew where he went to school and he knew you didn’t go there too. So, why he wouldn’t tell you, you didn’t quite understand. There was a high chance you didn’t even know him in the real world.

“Stop,” you gasped, pulling away, breathless. He tried to follow you, a pout on his lips, but you kept him away with your hands on his chest. His mask was just up far enough for you to see a little of his nose. “Please, I need to know.” Your voice was filled with agony. These small hookups and 'dates' were beginning to eat away at you. Your fingers spread across his cheeks, thumbs just barely hooked under the warm mask, ready to pull it off if he would just let you.

“I can’t, you know that.” Spiderman said, placing his hands on top of yours to keep you from moving them up. “I want to so bad.” He put his forehead against yours, pressing firmly against you. “But I can’t take the chance of someone finding out who I am, who you are, and how much you mean to me.” His voice shook.

“If I mean so much, why won’t you tell me?” You demanded, dropping your hands and moving away from him. You knew what he meant, but it still cut you deep hearing it. If someone bad found out about the two of you, they could hurt you, and he could not live with that idea. He just shook his head, catching your hand before you could walk away.

“Come on, Y/N,” He started to say, but you cut him off.

“No! Don’t say my name,” you were yelling now. “If I can’t say yours.” On the brink of crying, you huffed in frustration. You hated how you always cried when you got mad.

“Even if I gave you a name, you wouldn’t know if I was telling you the truth!” The boy in the red suit stood staring at you, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts as he tried to figure out what to do.

You threw up your hands in exasperation. “Lie to me then! Just please,” your voice faded down to a whisper and you returned to stand in front of him, eyes to the ground. Finding his hand, you grasped it tightly. “Tell me something.” You felt tired, tired of this back and forth fight the two of you always had, you never winning. A small tear rolled down your cheek and he wiped it away with his other hand.

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek, before his lips brushed against your ear. His breath tickled you, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and a small shiver ran up your spine. You ran your hand up his arm before laying it around his neck. After a silent moment that seemed to last forever, he whispered something into your ear. Your eyes widened and your gripped him tight, knowing he had told you the truth and that you had finally gained a step to knowing who he was. The boy in your arms began swaying slightly, dancing to an unheard tune, and you nuzzled your face into his neck, repeating what he had said over and over in your head. Peter.

[anxiousstark]

No words | Peter Parker

Summary: Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader.

Warnings: Sensual making out (?), Angst.

Word Count: 

A/N: Peter is a little older here for the sake of the imagine. This is a little something for @spiderboytotherescue ‘s 4k writing challenge! Congratulations again!

Advice: I listened to Somebody Else by The 1975 while writing this! If you have the opportunity do listen to it while reading this!

Prompt: “Tell me you need me”

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Peter couldn’t help but smile, letting the Spiderman suit that hugged his body fall slowly, caressing his shoulders and arms in the process. His chest now exposed.

Soft lips brushed his ones gently, so Peter stopped smiling to let a little sigh come out of the small hollow between his lips.

He felt two completely cold hands rise up his chest until they met again at the back of his neck. Peter put his left hand on the girl's right arm, raising his hand slowly and causing her skin to stand up to the chills that ran through her body when she felt the sweet caresses of Peter.

He stopped admiring her long lashes that touched her cheeks to close his own eyes slowly. His right hand was lost between his girl’s long hair until reaching the back of her neck and pulling her closer to him so he could press his lips against her in a more urgent way.

Peter let the tip of his tongue caress her lower lip until he couldn’t hold the desire anymore and ended up biting it.

Neither of them remembered how they had passed from the living room to Peter's room. Neither of them remembered how they had ended up lying on his bed, lips without being detached, afraid that if they separated... one of them disappeared.

Peter felt different in this type of situation. He felt enthusiastic, loved and wanted when he was received in that way. But at the same time, he felt guilty, knowing that those kisses were kisses of concern after knowing that Peter was safe and sound, apart from the occasional wound that was completely normal being a hero.

He felt that because of him she was vulnerable. But who was going to tell him that he was the vulnerable one?

Peter couldn’t look away from that girl, the same girl who a few months ago he kissed uncontrollably, the girl Peter was still totally in love with.

"Peter, stop." Ned's face was illuminated with violet neon lights. With his hand he withdrew a bottle of alcohol on the table, preventing his friend from drinking again. "You're going to end up fucked up."

Peter was already fucked up. 

It didn't matter how many people there were in that club. It didn't matter that his friends were sitting around him trying to cheer him up. It didn't matter if they took away the alcohol. It didn't matter if some other girl looked at him hoping to meet his brown eyes.

It didn't matter because Peter only had eyes for you. The girl he fell in love with and broke his heart.

He saw how easy it was for you to smile while he couldn’t find any reason to do so. He saw how easy it was for you to be touched and kissed by that boy who had sat next to you and who seemed to only devour your mouth.

"Pete." MJ tried to keep his friend's gaze from following you. "Let's dance." She got up from her seat, grabbing the hand of the boy that MJ didn't stop talking about after meeting him at a music store.

Ned grabbed Peter's arm, causing his eyes to stop looking at you. He was confused, but he still let Ned take him to the dance floor.

His friends started dancing. MJ and his boy. Ned and two girls were smiling while some popular song of the moment, that Peter didn't know, sounded in the club.

Peter closed his eyes for a moment, trying to take a deep breath. With his hands in his pockets, he began to move his head to the music, trying to make Ned stop screaming in his ear, forcing him to dance.

His eyes came back to you, who now looked at him with a totally serious face while that black haired boy kissed your neck. Your head was pulled back a little more each time to allow easier access to that boy, although your eyes never left Peter's.

His gaze had been on you so long that Peter hadn’t realized that the dance floor had been left empty since everyone had walked to the bar, even his friends.

Nor did he realize that the song was over and now there was only a soft instrumental on to relax the atmosphere.

He also couldn’t tell that the boy who had been kissing your neck was looking at you now while expressing the anger that he felt because Peter was looking at you. The black-haired boy couldn’t stand someone looking at his girl.

The boy got up, causing Peter to look at him and realize that he was approaching him with four other guys. Your figure appearing after the boy who now owned your heart, or at least your body.

"Stop looking at my girl." The boy answered by letting his tongue wet his own lip.

Peter avoided a visible shiver running through his body at such words. His eyes coming back to you. "Why did you left?"

The boy clearly got angry, pushing Peter. “Dude, stop."

Peter didn't take his eyes off you, nor did you from him. But you didn’t give him an answer, and he didn’t receive an answer. He only received a punch that caused him to fall to the ground on his back, the taste of blood in his mouth and throat.

Peter started laughing out loud.

"This fucking guy is crazy." Your new boy spat on the ground, near where Peter was lying. "Let's go away from here." His hand found a place in your hip, getting out of that club.

MJ and Ned quickly found themselves next to Peter. "Hey Peter, are you okay? What happened?"

Peter's laughter was slowly turning into a painful cry, his eyes filling with tears and trying to cover his face with his arms. “Why?” He whispered making his friends feel confused. “Why did you leave?” His voice cracked. “Tell me you need me! Tell me you need me like I do!” He screamed while crying harder.

[pineapplegirl123]

“Three in the Morning” Avengers One Shot

Title: Three in the morning

Author: Lana (pineapplegirl123)

Prompt: “It’s three in the morning.”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,352

Warnings: nightmares and talk of worrying

Summary: You just woke up from a nightmare when the person you least expected (but needed most) knocks at your window.

A/N: This was written for @spiderboytotherescue ‘s 4k Writing Challenge! It was so fun to write! Hope you all enjoy <3

Fic:

It was dark and it was cold. The kind of dark where you can’t see your hand in front of your face. The kind of cold where you wished you were anywhere else in the world. You wanted out.

You started running. The direction didn’t matter, you just wanted to get away. You were breathing heavily, but you didn’t care.

Suddenly you tripped over something and you were face down on the cold, solid ground, and yet you didn’t feel any pain. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around as whatever was chasing you was there and you could feel it.

But you knew you had to.

Slowly easing yourself up from the ground, you turned to accept your end. There was only a bit of light, but it was enough to see it. However, it was not what you expected. Instead, you saw him. Peter.

You saw him die. You watched him fall to the ground right in front of you, his attacker running from the scene.

“No!” you screamed, running to him and picking him up into your arms. The light was already gone from his eyes. He was gone.

You gasped as you sat upright in your bed, breathing heavily as your dream replayed itself ever so vividly. You looked around your dark room, trying to shake the image of a lifeless Peter from your mind but you couldn’t. You picked up your phone to check the time, the bright light it emitted making you cringe. 3:17a.m. You flopped back down in bed, tossing your phone away from you. You couldn’t bring yourself to close your eyes again. You probably wouldn’t be able to sleep the rest of the night.

Ever since Peter told you he was Spider-Man, you couldn’t help but worry for his safety. He told you he would be fine. He was Spider-Man after all. But he was also Peter. He was also 15. He had a tendency to run into trouble, but come back to school the next day without a scratch on him. He might be superhuman, but you weren’t. Your mind wouldn’t let you stop worrying about him. This dream, however, finally proved how much it actually affected you and how much it actually scared you to think of it. You wouldn’t be able to bear it if something happened to him.

A small tick at your window, made you nearly jump out of your skin. You slid out from under your blankets and shuffled over to the window slowly. Before you reached it, there was another tick. Only this time you saw that it was a rock. You peered down to the street and spotted Peter staring up at your window. At the sight of you, he dropped the remaining rocks from his hands and waved up at you.

You sighed and released the tension in your shoulders, relieved to discover him there. Opening up the window, you waved your approval for him to come up. He was up and in my room in two seconds--being the superhuman spider boy that he is.

“Hey,” you whisper greeted after closing the window and clicking on the lamp. “What are you doing here? It’s three in the morning.”

“Nice to see you too,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “If you must know, my spidey senses were tingling. I sensed you needed me.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” You laughed nonetheless. Leave it to Peter to come when you needed him the most. “I’m glad you’re here though.”

The glint in his eyes faded away and a frown appeared on his face, instantly concerned by your statement. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You waved it off like it was nothing but it wasn’t nothing. And he knew you well enough where he could see right through your façade.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment. You felt better as soon as Peter appeared, but the dream was still haunting you and you wanted any distraction you could find. You debated telling him what was actually wrong, however, because then he might regret telling you he was Spider-Man. He’d feel bad, and then you’d feel bad. It was a scenario you wanted to avoid.

“I just had a bad dream.”

His face softened, “Aw, I’m sorry.” He reached forward and pulled you into his arms. You squeezed tighter than you probably should have, but if he noticed, he didn’t say anything. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Do you want to cuddle?”

You perked up, “Maybe.”

In no longer than a minute you were both in your bed. The feeling of his arms around you and the warmth he radiated had you closing your eyes.

“Y/N?” Peter whispered into your hair after a while.

“Hmm,” you hummed.

“Your dream was about me wasn’t it?” he asked suddenly.

You didn’t move. Instead, you stayed completely still, as if you hadn’t heard him.

He continued, “You can tell me, it’s okay.”

You looked up at him then, “Yeah.”

“You know, sometimes I wonder if telling you I’m Spider-Man was a mistake. That it could put you in danger or make you worry. I didn’t want that. I don’t want that. But Ned was the only other friend in my life who knew about it and well,” he laughed nervously, “he’s Ned. As I got closer to you, it was killing me keeping it from you. You share your life with me, so I wanted to share mine with you. And I know you’re probably worrying about me and just telling you I’m fine won’t just wipe that away.”

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in agreement.

“But I can try to help you if you’ll let me.”

You sat up, not wanting to leave his arms, but you needed to face him to tell him what you were about to tell him. You told him about your dream, and some of the dreams you’d had before. He listened intently to every word, holding your hand and squeezing slightly when you recounted the tough parts.

When you finally finished, it felt like a weight you didn’t know you were carrying was lifted from your shoulders. Now that Peter knew about your dreams and how worried you felt sometimes, you felt free.

“I don’t want you to feel bad for telling me,” you said after finishing.

“I don’t feel bad. I’m glad I told you.”

“I’m glad you told me too,” you chuckled, snuggling back into his arms after placing a quick kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Your eyes shot open at his statement and you turned around to face him. His brown eyes staring into yours, searching them.

“You do?”

“I do.”

You leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You’d kissed before, but there was something different about this time. His hand reached up and tangled in your hair as he pulled your head as close to him as possible. When you broke apart, you were both breathing heavily.

“I love you too.” You kissed him again, smiling when you pulled away.

You lay inside his arms for a while longer, the dream you’d had earlier that night had finally left your mind. You were sure that it was Peter’s doing.

“Did you really come over here because you think I needed you?” you asked suddenly, the thought had just occurred to you.

“Sort of. I was lying awake at home and wondered what you were up to and I decided to just come over,” he explained.

“Thanks.” You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a while.

It was still three in the morning, and you knew Peter would have to leave in a few hours, so you savored the moments you had. You felt closer to Peter than ever before and you couldn’t feel happier or more at home than you did at that moment. The days to come would more than likely be a bumpy ride, but for now, you let it be three in the morning.