#the things i’d let andrew garfield do to me

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

(in London)

[auras-moonstone]

hello there could i request jack x actress!reader where they’re co-stars on a show or film and they obviously have feelings for each other but it’s like “everyone knows about it BUT them” kinda thing lmao they act like a couple but neither of them has brought the subject up

let’s just say they were nominated for an oscar and at the vanity fair after party jack’s talking to a girl when he sees the reader talking dancing a little too close to an actor (who’s literally just a friend) and he just goes up to them like “hey can i steal you for a second? great thanks lets go” and just drags her to a more private part (maybe a romantic balcony?) and he’s like “wtf was that???” and she’s like “well i can ask u the same mr.” and it’s just angry love confession and they kiss (no smut pls!!) please and thank you so much 😁

angry confessions are the best😫 hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻

you belong with me — jack champion

word count: 1,729

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack belong together and, while everyone knows it, they acknowledged it. though, at the vanity fair party, the very awaited thing happens.

EVERYONE JUST KNEW Y/N AND JACK BELONGED TOGETHER. And every person who knew them agreed in something—it was very frustrating to see them act like a couple and completely deny there was something going on between them.

The cast of Avatar watched their bond born and blossom. It had been two years since they finished filming that movie, and the cast thought that, by now, they had already admitted their feelings, as they continued to work together after Avatar. And, by the way they were acting around each other throughout the Oscar ceremony, they were sure they were finally a couple.

“Holy shit, Jack, Andrew Garfield is two tables away from us” she said excitedly. “Oh god, is that Margot Robbie? Jack please pinch me I think I just saw Robert Pattinson, also known as the love of my life”.

“I’m not going to pinch you, and your fan girl side is absolutely adorable” Jack said, leaving a kiss on her nose. Y/N laughed and hid her heated cheeks on Jack’s neck.

“I’m so happy for you two!” Zoe told them. The whole table was looking at them as if they were the most adorable creatures in the world.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked confused.

“It was very obvious, you two had always acted like a couple around set. We all knew you would eventually get together” Sam said.

“Oh! No, we are not together. We’re just friends. And we do not act like a couple” Y/N said. The whole table let out a groan.

“I can’t with these two anymore” Stephen sighed.

Jack and Y/N exchanged glances, but said nothing, letting the ceremony continue.

AT THE END OF THE CEREMONY, THEY ENDED UP GOING TO THE VANITY FAIR PARTY. How could they not? Especially after Avatar won an Oscar. They had to celebrate. And above all, Y/N and Jack wanted to get Zoe’s words out of their minds.

“Y/N?” a voice that sounded familiar asked. The girl turned her head around to see one of her ex co-stars, Nick.

“Oh, god. Nick! Hi. It’s been so long” she said excited. He was one of the first people she worked with, and one of her first friends.

“You look amazing!” he said, looking at her emerald dress.

“Thank you, you too” Y/N smiled politely.

“Wanna dance?” Nick asked. Y/N looked around, Jack was supposed to bring some drinks, but he was nowhere to be seen. She was about to decline, when she caught his figure. Jack was talking with a very gorgeous girl, who had her hand on his bicep and was smiling at him in a flirty way.

“Actually, I’d love to” she clenched her teeth, eyes not leaving the scene as Nick led her to the dance floor.

“You okay?” Nick asked. Y/N blinked, finally looking at him. She faked a smile and nodded as they made a conversation.

Hearing Y/N’s laugh, Jack’s head turned around and closed his hand in a fist at the scene in front of him—his Y/N dancing with some boy and laughing at something he was saying. And his hand was on her waist. Her. Waist. Not caring about being polite to the nameless girl—who can’t seem to get her hand off his bicep—anymore, Jack marched towards the dance floor.

“Hey, can I steal you for a second?” Jack asked, not bothering to greet the boy dancing with Y/N. “Great thanks, let’s go” he said before Y/N could even open her mouth.

He led her to the large window at the end of the room, which led them to a beautiful antique balcony. “What the fuck was that?” Jack spat angrily once he closed the door, blocking the sound of the party. The chilly wind of the night embraced them.

Y/N looked at him in surprise, then in annoyance and crossed her arms in front of her chest “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“That… in there” his tone was hard “You were dancing with him, and giggling and flirting… what was that?”

Y/N scoffed “I could ask you the same question, mister. I mean, what was going on there between you and Mrs. Clingy?” her nose scrunched as the image of the girl touching Jack crossed her mind.

“Nothing was going on between me and-” he paused and frowned “Mrs. Clingy? What?”.

“Oh, Jack your hair looks so pretty tonight! Oh Jack, your suit is very stylish and the fabric is so soft! Can I touch it? Oh Jack, have you been going to the gym lately?” she imitated the girl’s pitched voice, while touching his arms “Holy fucking shit, the mice from Cinderella sound less annoying than her”

“That is not what she was saying at all!” Jack rolled his eyes. Lies, that kinda was how the conversation went “What about your boy, then? As if he wasn’t being all clingy, with his arms on your waist and showing you his charming smile, which in my opinion isn’t as charming as the girls on twitter say”.

The girl furrowed her eyes “The girls on-? never mind” Y/N sighed “We were literally dancing! What was he supposed to do with his hands?!” she exclaimed in a loud voice.

“Well, why were you dancing with him in the first place?” Jack asked, his tone matching hers.

Y/N moved her arms frenetically, it was something she did when she got frustrated “He’s my friend! We did a movie together a long time ago, we were catching up”

Jack let out a dry laugh “He sure as hell doesn’t want to be your friend”

“Oh, you read minds now!” she said sarcastically.

“I’m not stupid, I certainly can tell when a guy wants a girl”

“You’re totally wrong, but if he did, what is the problem?”

“There’s no problem!” he forced a laugh. “Why would there be a problem? You can flirt with whoever you want, dance with whoever you want, date whoever you want!”

“Then what is this discussion for?!” Y/N looked at him, she was basically breathing flames when she talked. “There clearly is a problem—you can flirt with girls but for some reason I can’t flirt with boys?? And you have to drag me away to cause a useless fight and can’t even tell me what’s the real reason”.

“So you were flirting!” Jack pointed an accusatory finger at her.

She let out a groan of irritation “That’s what you got from all that?! Really?! Why are you being so insufferable right now?”

“Because I fucking love you!” Jack’s statement was as loud as the beats of her heart when she took in his words. “And I can’t stand seeing you dance with him, looking so fucking angelic. It drives me nuts how he gets to hear you laugh and your sweet voice. I want you to dance with me, I want you to laugh with me, I want the hand on your waist to be mine… and you know what else I want?” he asked, his voice gradually lowered as he spoke, and now it was soft as silk. And his face was only inches away from hers. Y/N was speechless, so she just shook her head “I want to kiss you, and I want everyone to see—especially him”.

“You are so… frustrating” she sighed, now her tone was calmer “He is just my friend, I promise. And I don’t want anyone but you, Jack. Ever since I met you on set, you have been the only boy on my mind. I don’t care how charming his smile is” she said, and Jack whispered ‘not that charming’. “He is not you”.

Jack smiled at those last words. He brought his hand to the side of her face, to pull away a strand of hair that fell from her ponytail “I’m sorry for acting like a jealous boyfriend. I had no right, it just… it pissed me off as much as it scared me”.

“Scared you?” she asked confused, leaning into the softness of his palm.

“The thought of you being with someone else, and losing you before I even got to tell you how I felt… it scared me” he confessed.

Y/N basically threw herself in his arms “I love you, Jack. And I’m sorry too, I also acted like a jealous girlfriend. And if it makes you feel less guilty, I was two seconds away from leaving the place with brunette strands of hair as a trophy”

At that, Jack bursted out laughing “You remind me of that villain bunny from The secret life of pets”

“Jack!” she laughed, pushing his shoulder gently.

“You’re so cute. I love you” he smiled as he left short kisses on her cheeks.

“Just for the record, you are also the least intimidating-looking guy ever. You are literally a golden retriever”

He grimaced “I’m a cat person”

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling from ear to ear “Just kiss me, dork”.

Jack’s hands grabbed her cheeks as she raised her head to meet his lips. Their chests tightened as they became addicted to the softness of each other’s lips and the taste of cherry that Y/N’s chapstick provided. Her fingertips lost between his long curls as his traced circles on her blushed-covered cheeks.

They cursed the oxygen as they pulled away, breathless and complete mesmerised by the other, as if there were under the influence of some kind of spell. The magic broke with the sound of an opening door, and Y/N couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the sight of the brunette girl.

“Jack! I have been looking for you” her high pitch tone made Y/N’s jaw clench. “Oh, sorry. You don’t mind if I steal him, right?” she asked Y/N, a fake smile plastered on her face.

Y/N mimicked her smile “He’s busy right now. Come back never”

Jack tried not to laugh “Sorry, I want to be here with my girlfriend. There’s a guy on table 5 called Nick who is totally your type, though, you’ll like him”

The girl, clearly confused, turned around and left them alone. Y/N looked at Jack “Can we get out of here? I hate parties”.

“Sure, love. Movie and ice cream?” he asked, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers. Their hands, as always, fitted just right. Like they were made to go together, like they belonged together—just like Y/N and Jack.

Y/N smiled and kissed his knuckles “You know me so well, I love you”.

[astranva]

Andrew Garfield talking about his girlfriend for 8 minutes video

Word Count: 1.2k

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary: A fan makes a YouTube video of Andrew Garfield talking about you for 8 minutes straight.

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When the news of you and Andrew dating got out three years ago, fans and the media had a field day.

It wasn’t because you were anyone famous—quite the opposite. Being someone with a normal job, you and Andrew had basked in finally going outside as a couple, and it was how adorable the pictures looked that had everyone freaking out.

One picture was of you laughing, Andrew’s arms around you from behind as he wrapped his coat around you as he wore it, a grin on his face.

Another picture was of you looking at him, eyes set on one another with his hands tangled in your hair, while the other was of him kissing you and despite the photo not being one in high quality, everyone could still see the small smirk he had as you kissed.

It was no surprise when fans posted edits of you together, and although the content they got was minimal, considering your lack of presence in interviews and public press, it was always a field day when you appeared beside him on a red carpet or when you both did as little as grab yourselves some coffee.

Andrew Garfield talking about his girlfriend y/n for 8 minutes straight

The 8-minute and 29-second video started with lofi music over an advertisement for marvel hoodies that everyone seemed to promote, before a sound of glitching television sounded and the video started.

The video started with Andrew and Zendaya’s Actor on Actor interview when they first started talking about Zendaya’s performance on Euphoria.

“Makes me want to cry. I didn’t feel like there was any acting. It felt like you were living through something in such an authentic way,” Andrew said, “And I remember I watched episode 5 with Y/N—with my girlfriend, and she was just like, ‘Andy, can you check up on Zendaya?’”

Zendaya smiled, being her usual self who got flustered at any compliment or praise, “She did text me that night, I remember.”

“She did,” he nodded, “She was so heartbroken over the episode.”

The video then moved to show Andrew during his Wired Autocomplete interview, the foam board in his hand as he took off the sticker that hid the question.

“Does Andrew Garfield sing in Tick, Tick…Boom?” He read, “So, Andrew Garfield does sing in Tick, Tick…Boom, yes. Thank you,” he answered, “I worked very, very closely with an amazing vocal coach, Liz Caplan, and all of Lin Manuel Miranda’s amazing musical direction team. They enabled me to open my voice up to the point where I could honor Jon’s songs and feel confident enough to belt them out as he always did when he was doing his one-man show,” he nodded slight, “It was a privilege to be able to learn a skill that I’ve always wanted to attain but my girlfriend wouldn’t really agree,” he chuckled, looking at the camera, “Y/N’s had enough of my singing, because every time I’d learn something new, it’d be the only thing I’d be doing around our home and she’s incredible, she has a job that she needs to focus on and rest from, but I was always there singing and annoying her,” he laughed, “She’s a gem for putting up with me.”

Another clip then played as Andrew read Buzzfeed’s thirst tweets, headphones on his ears.

“Andrew Garfield if you see this on your secret Twitter account, I’m free this weekend if you want to get lunch or drinks or something, just let me know. If you want to do it earlier, I can do dinner during the week,” he chuckled as he read the tweet, “But I’m usually busy before six,” he finished with a laugh, leaning back in his seat, “I love that. That’s very, very—I like hyper-vigilance. I like specificity of plans,” he said, “But I’m going to have to give you a rain check on that because I’m actually busy on the weekend, unless you want to join in on my girlfriend and I’s date, then it’s fine by me,” he laughed, “I can do lunch during the week though, but we’re going to have to have that at Y/N’s office because that’s where you’ll usually find me having my lunch.”

The clip then moved to Andrew on the Ellen show, getting asked about Spider-Man: No Way Home, and having to lie to people.

“Who knew? Beside your agent, who knew that you were doing this? I mean, how hard is that? To keep it to—I mean, your family knew?” Ellen asked him.

“Yeah, my dad, my brother, and my mother at the time,” he answered with a smile, “Yeah, just kind of us. It was fun to keep it secret,” he grinned, “Because you know when you’re planning a surprise birthday party for someone, and then you’re like, tell me, you know I hate surprises, but I can see it on your face that you’re just like ‘I’m not gonna tell you’,” he shook his head with his wide grin, “So it felt like I was part of organizing a surprise birthday party for a bunch of people whom I knew would appreciate it.”

“Did your girlfriend know?”

Beaming even more, “Y/N had no idea,” he said, laughing, “And—lying to the media, to the fans, that was easy and fun, but lying to my girlfriend has got to be—it was one of the most agonizing and terrible things I have ever done.”

“You lied to her for what? Two years?”

“Technically, it was a year and a few months,” Andrew pointed.

“And how—how did she take that? I’d be pretty offended.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “She wasn’t, she wasn’t. I knew she’d appreciate it because she knows how I feel about my experience with the character, and it was—I’ll tell you something,” he sat up, smiling, “It was worth every single moment where I had to tell her I was shooting for another movie when I saw her reaction when we went to watch it together,” he said, “We had to watch it again because she couldn’t really focus after I was on screen,” he laughed, “But yeah, it—it was definitely hard having to lie to her, and it definitely made her tease me about trust for a while, but she supported me throughout without even knowing.”

The clip then moved to the last one, being from a recent interview with GQ of 10 things Andrew can’t live without.

In a t-shirt and sporting a full beard, he held a silver necklace with a compass on it.

“This is a necklace with a compass on it,” he said, holding the necklace in his hands before the camera zoomed on it before it showed him again, “My girlfriend Y/N gave this to me in a period where I needed to trust the direction I was going, even if I didn’t know where I was going,” he chuckled, looking at it, “It’s become such a symbol of our relationship because in a way, to me, it feels like it navigates us both back to where we have always met, toward our common interests and our differences that initially made us attracted to each other. But she’s always been very persistent on her support for me and my journey in my career, and my journey as a person, so this necklace is just a reminder from her that the direction I’m headed in is always one I can find value in,” he smiled, “My relationship with Y/N is very essential to me. She’s just—She’s truly my person, and this necklace is a symbol of the deep connection we have with each other.”

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“Hey, weird question I know, but uh… What base are you and your Peter on?” Y/N 1 asked.

Y/N was currently waiting for his boyfriend Peter to come back with food, along with his two other dimension selves as he waited with his own dimensional counterparts. YN 1 was the oldest of them. His Peter Parker looks like actor Tobey Maguire. Y/N 2 was the boyfriend of Peter 2, who bore a striking resemblance to Andrew Garfield.

He looks at Y/N 1 with a shocked look and a blush. “Excuse me?”

“What he means to say is… What base are you guys on?”

“B-base?” Y/N asked innocently. “Like baseball?”

“Sorta. But I mean things like y'know... Have you kissed? Held hands?… Gave him a hand or blowjob, that kind of thing.” Y/N 2 replied with a chuckle.

Y/N blushed hard. Talking about sex with his selves was kinda embarrassing. He shook his head no. “U-uh. “W-We've kissed and held hands but uh.. I haven't uh. Sucked his cock?” Was it a question or a statement? Sounded like a question.

“Ah, you'll get there. Don’t worry.” Y/N 1 said with a smirk. “You're as good looking as us. He’ll let you suck him, eventually.”

Y/N nods with a blush as Y/N 2 looks at him curiously. “Are you… Are you a virgin?”

It must have been plain as day on his face because Y/N felt his ears hot with embarrassment. He looked down in shame.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. No need to be embarrassed or shy around us.” Y/N 2 said.

“Yeah, we were in your position once, so we know exactly how you feel and aren’t going to make fun of you for it.” Y/N 1 told him.

“Really?”

“Of course. This is you you’re talking to, and if you want, we can help you set the mood.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“We can seduce our respective Peters into having sex with us. Getting your Peter the idea to try it out with you and go from there. And we can help guide you guys on what to do. Only if you want to, that is.” Y/N 2 said.

It was weird to consider. To have his first time in front of older versions of himself from other dimensions, while his boyfriend’s doppelgängers watched them as well. It was like having an orgy with yourself and your boyfriend while looking into a mirror. The thought of it made Y/N hard in his pants, which did not go unnoticed by his smirking doppelgängers.

“So… Is that a yes?” Y/N 1 smirks.

Y/N licks his lips. “Yeah, I’d like that. It’s not everyday you get instructions on how to have sex from yourself. And yourself.”

The other two Y/N’s smiled and chuckled. “Excellent. All I need is a snapback and an empty pizza box.” Y/N 1 said.

“And I need a lab coat and glasses.” Y/N 2 responded.

Y/N frowns at that. “What for?”

“A lure.” They laugh.

[fandomzwriterk]

I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but if you are, I'd like to request a story where Liu Kang saves the reader from an accident. The reader fell in love at first sight, but Liu Kang disappeared immediately after. The reader wants to repay Liu Kang's kindness by working for him so they go in search of him. Eventually, they find him.

A/N: you got it! This is brought to you by 30/90 by Andrew Garfield. BTW Liu Kang is so damn hot like damnnnnnnn🙏🙏🙏 The only god I’d worship

You barely remember that night even if it was yesterday. All you remember was you went out to the town and meet your friends Raiden and Kung Lao for an early lunch. It would be the last time too since both boys were moving to another place where they both said they’d be trained and live alongside other trainees too. They didn’t tell you where or with who, so you wanted to see them one more time just in case it would be the last. You had known them since you were all kids and those two would always protect you no matter what. They were more like your brothers than your friends as you all got older. However, that night was different than most.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The hand on your wrist was tight, fear kicking in as you realized who was behind you. His dark smile was menacing, making your heart sink and your body quiver in fear.

“Let me go!”

It was Shang Tsung. He’d made his name known as he chased you down every other day, and only you. He never said why, just that he was always looking for you and when you would be most vulnerable. Now, he finally had you where he could find you easily.

“Not a chance. You’re coming with me. After all you’re important in my little plan I have.”

He chopped the back of your neck with the side of his hand, making you collapse on the ground. Your eyes were still slightly open, seeing him reach down to grab your leg. There was a bright light coming from the other direction, seeing someone fly at Shang Tsung and kick him into the dirt. You couldn’t see much as they landed within your peripheral vision. All you could see were shining white eyes staring at you, long dark black hair falling down behind him and a little over their chest. Dragon tattoos lined their arms, the shirt they wore showing off their very fit chest and body. Your vision became blurry and eventually closed them as you saw Shang Tsung run off and the new person walk towards you, crouching in front of your eyes. You had no strength left from trying to withstand Shang Tsung’s own power over yours.

“Stay here don’t worry I’ll find your friends.” The calm voice spoke

The next morning…

You awoke inside Raiden and Kung Lao’s shared wooden house. Of course your two friends lived together, it’d be weird if they didn’t considering how attached at the hip they are. Neither boy was there, finding yourself lying on their comfy sofa with a blanket over you. The boys were gone after your dinner last night, and now you’d have this little house to yourself since both of them passed it to you when they left. It was small, but it was comfortable and safe for you to stay in instead of sleeping on Madame Bo’s floor of the back room.

“How was the dinner last night?” You heard somewhere behind you

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and yawning to see Madame Bo dusting off a shelf in the kitchen.

“I ought to teach those boys a thing or two about cleanliness.”

She spotted you sitting up, her smile bright as she turned to carry a cup of tea to you. Moving to the side, you let Madame Bo sit down on the sofa next to you.

“So. How does it feel to have a house of your own now?”

“Pretty great actually. It’s nice being in the town all the time now and not sleeping on your floor Madame Bo, even though I am happy for your generosity.”

“Oh nonsense Y/n I loved having you around. Made things easier at work.” She teased

You playfully rolled your eyes, standing up to follow the elder woman around.

“Speaking of which I heard you had an encounter last night with a… friend of mine.”

“The man who saved me?”

“Oh yes I know him very well. It’s a good thing he was around to save you.”

“Can you tell me where he is?”

“Why do you ask child?”

“I owe him, I want to thank him for saving me.”

“You don’t need to I’m sure-“

“Please Madame Bo I want to tell him myself.”

Madame Bo sighed, your insistence was just as bad as hers, but she knew you had a good heart and wanted this so very much.

“Alright. Just behave when you get there.”

Some time later…

It was late at Madame Bo’s restaurant, everyone gone and closed so nobody would find out where you would be “going.”

“Madame Bo, how sure are you that I won’t be in trouble for this later?”

“You’ll be fine young one. After all, you have some friends on the inside.”

“I do? Who would that be?”

As if on queue, a fiery portal opened in the middle of the room, two people walking out to greet you.

“Raiden! Kung Lao!”

You ran to them, hugging them both. They were here, right back where you had last seen them. Where had they come from?

“Hey Y/N it’s good to see you too.” Kung Lao responded

“Yeah we were about to ask about you when Madame Bo said you wanted to look for somebody.”

You tilted your head to the side, puzzle as to how they were your connections to the mystery man.

“Don’t worry we know him very well. He’s really nice, and he’s super strong.” Kung Lao assured you, sensing your curiosity

“Come on Y/n we don’t have much time left. We came here without-“

“You two are going to be the death of me.” Madame Bo teased

“Sorry Madame Bo.” The three of you responded

“Will I be seeing you again Madame Bo?” You asked as you walked to stand in front of the portal

“I’m sure you will. Now behave while you’re there… and make sure those two listen and behave.”

Raiden and Kung Lao smiled, walking through while you reached a hand through, pausing to look at the elderly woman again.

“I’ll try my best.”

“Be safe child.”

“I will Madame Bo. I owe you next time I see you.”

You walked through, taking only a couple of steps before you were behind Raiden and Kung Lao in a totally different place, some sort of training compound around you. As the three of you walked straight, three men in masks greeted you. The two with dark haired ones wore blue and orange, the other covered in dark grey, silver hair much shorter than the other two men.

“Y/n these are some of our… friends. They know who you’re looking for.” Raiden assured

The silver haired man looked you over, putting a hand out to you.

“Smoke. These are my brothers Sub-Zero and Scorpion.”

You shook his hand, feeling how soft his skin was yet how strong he was underneath.

“Follow us.” The one named Sub-Zero spoke as Smoke and Scorpion followed behind the rest of you

You followed the three men, much taller and stronger than both Raiden and Kung Lao. They could easily overpower you if they wanted to, but they seemed like that wasn’t their type of way they behaved.

“Where are we?” You whispered

“An academy for the Champions.” Raiden answered

“Champions?”

“Oh right wait till you meet Lord Liu Kang he can explain.” Smoke added

They brought you to an open area with all sorts of training equipment, seeing many different people working on each things they wanted to learn better.

“We have to go Y/n. Don’t worry these three are the best there is here.” Raiden spoke as he and Kung Lao walked over to two other gentlemen

One was wielding a katana at his side, the other pulling out a phone and pointing it at Raiden and Kung Lao. His who fashion statement screamed rich boy.

“Come on.”

You followed closely behind Smoke, your eyes watching as Scorpion and Sub-Zero stopped on top of the short stairs into a small open building. Inside were two other men, one with golden armor on his shoulder and the other with dark hair tied in a bun, some falling down his back and over his shoulder.

“Lord Liu Kang. You have a visitor.”

The man named Liu Kang spun around, spotting you standing alone as Smoke and his brothers walked away. You stood there silently in front of the two men.

“Oh. It’s you! I’m surprised you found out who I was pretty quickly. I guess Madame Bo had something to do with it.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his VERY muscular chest with a smile on his face, those pure bright white eyes shining at you

“It is you! I- I didn’t get to thank you that day and I wanted to make sure you knew how thankful I am.”

“There’s no need to thank me. I know Shang Tsung all too well unfortunately.”

“Know him?”

“Unfortunately. He’s not the greatest… person… to be around.”

“I’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” The bald man spoke

You stared at Liu Kang, seeing his dragon tattoos glow on his arms. He was very fit, he was almost like a god in front of you.

“I assume you didn’t just come looking for me to thank me as well?”

“N-no I was wondering if, somehow, I could stay here and work for you. I owe you for saving my life.”

“You don’t owe me. However, if you want to stay here with us, you can gladly stay. I like having more friends around. After all you do know Raiden and Kung Lao very well. You’ve also seem to make an impression on my Lin Kuei friends.”

You turned your head to the right, seeing the three brothers staring at you while the both of you spoke. They went back to talking amongst themselves, seeming to only look if they were mentioned.

“I can stay?”

“Of course. Shang Tsung is a bad man, and I’m not going to say no after all. You’re a friend of a friend.”

He uncrossed his arms, walking towards you, putting a hand on top of your head. He was so much taller than you, towering over you by a foot. His smile was contagious, so you smiled back at him.

“Thank you Liu Kang, for letting me stay and saving my life.”

“You don’t need to thank me Y/n. I promise my friends and I will protect you from now on.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I’m also a Liu Kang simp so yes, all three Lin Kuei brothers are hot and so is Liu Kang.

[thebestofoneshots]

I’m currently watching all of the Spider-Man films on Netflix (which is confusing because there’s like 3 films that aren’t on Netflix, so the story doesn’t make sense to me) and my Media Studies teacher told me to illegally watch them.

D’you know what order to start marvel in? My friend told me to not watch them in the specific order (she never gave me the actual order, and google won’t tell me)

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Oh, you have come to the right place!

Fun fact: I was a Spider-Man super fan when I was little. Literally, my three year old birthday party was a Spider-Man themed because I was absolutely obsessed with Tobey or I guess Peter Parker (There are even baby pictures of me with a spidey suit).

So first of all something you have to understand is that the Spider-Man movies are kind of like Batman. They have been rebooted several times and they have changed Spider-Man two times so far. That means we have three different Spider-Men: Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfield, and Tom Holland (there are other vintage ones but they aren't that popular).

My personal favourite is Tobey, but I am biased, because he was the first one I ever met and the one that made me love spider-man. Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t absolutely love Andrew, because you know Remus <3

Now, onto the order!

I’d recommend approaching it on a release date order, although you can watch any of the different spider-men in any order as long as you follow the movie order for them.

So, let’s go through the different spider-men.

First of all, we’ve got Tobey: his movies are known as The Raimi trilogy and were what kickstarted the whole Superhero movie craze of the following decade (he’s a pioneer, my boy).

Names are super easy, you just need to find “Spider-Man + (Movie number)” and that’s it. There are three of them and number two is one of the most beloved Spider movies of all time (Tobey had some of the best Spider-man villains ever).

Then we have Andrew’s movies:

This are “The Amazing Spider-Man” and “The Amazing Spider-Man 2” (My little brother’s favourites).

Andrew was a great Spidey, and although his villains aren’t my favourites, he’s my second fav.

None of the previous movies are part of the MCU (Kind off)

Now onto the MCU, or Tom Holland’s trilogy. Tom is part of the MCU since he was created and the first time he appears on screen is in Captain America: Civil War (The third CA movie).

Although he is on this movie for like 15 minutes in total, it is pretty much the backbone of his story, so I'd definitely recommend giving it a watch. Besides my man Bucky Barnes is a big character on this one so <3

After that, you have his solo movies:

These are: Home Coming, Far From Home and No Way Home.

No Way Home will bring an interesting surprise since you've already marathoned all the other films.

So that's it, you can watch either the Raimi Trilogy or Andrew's movies first, just make sure you leave Tom's for the end (if you want to be as excited as me screaming like a crazy person in the theatre).

Now I'm not sure if your teacher also wanted you to watch these two, but Spider-man Across the Spiderverse and Into the Spiderverse are also spidey films, even though they are mainly focused on Miles Morales and not on Peter Parker.

Now, Miles is a different Spider-Man from a different universe, but that's a lot to do with a bit more technical multiverse things that you'll learn as you watch the other Spider-Man movies.

The animation on these ones is absolutely insane, and I love them, but I would wait until I've watched at least the Raimi Trilogy and the Amazing Spiderman movies to dive in. If you watch it after Tom Holland's movies though, you'll have a much better understanding of the Spiderverse by the time you enter this world.

Sidenote: Tell your Media Studies teacher that your internet friend thinks they're super cool for making you watch all the Spider-man films.

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

Content warnings: mentions of unwanted touching, classic douchebag guy

Part Nine

So perhaps my crush on Spencer has come back. Okay, my crush on Spencer has definitely come back. But it’s suppressible. It’s manageable. Which is a good thing because he’s coming over tonight.

I’m going out with CeCe and some others later tonight, and Spencer’s going to babysit Jack. Dad has decided he needs a Friday night to himself and whiskey at the bar or he’ll go insane.

Our paths will cross, even though briefly, and I need to not show him I like him. It’ll be weird. But I have some time until said crossing of paths.

It’s only 11am right now, and I’m sitting on the couch, watching Spider-man with Jack (and thirsting over Andrew Garfield.) Dad is doing some paperwork or whatever it is he does in his home office, staring down at files with an exhausted expression written all over his face.

Spring break is ending soon, but I’d rather not think about it. Honestly, I’ve been debating on finishing the semester out online. I’ve been wanting to transfer to Georgetown here in DC anyway, but I haven’t mentioned it to Dad. He’d get too excited, and I wouldn’t want to let him down if I decided to stay in New York.

I just think it could be good for him and for Jack for me to be close. And for me too. I miss them and living at home would save me a lot of money. It would keep Aunt Jessica from having to be his nanny all the time. Really, me moving back is sensible. And it’s not like I hate it here. Sure, me and Dad but heads and I hate being controlled like he tries to do, but he’s trying to change and I’ll mature even more eventually.

“It would be so cool to swing from buildings,” Jack proclaims, pulling me away from my thoughts.

“Hell no,” I say, shaking my head. “Heights are scary.”

“Not if you had spidey senses.”

“I don’t know, Jack Jack. I think I’d still be scared sh- poopless.”

My little brother laughs at my choice of words then turns his attention back to Peter Parker on the screen.

I like when he watches the live action versions of superhero movies rather than the cartoons, and not because the actors are always hot. I find them more relatable and appealing. But also because the actors are always hot. I mean have you seen Robert Downey Jr?

We continue to watch the movie, and Peter Parker’s brilliance and nerdiness remakes Spencer pop into my mind. Which makes me annoyed because since the last time I saw him, two days ago, I’ve thought about him at least 25 times. I cannot be turning back into 17 year old me.

Dad has surprisingly not lectured me about going out tonight, but it’s not like I’m going to another party to drink. Sometimes he acts like I’m this wild child that parties every night and does drugs. Which isn’t the case at all. I’ve never even smoked weed. I almost did one time then I was convinced my dad would smell it on me when I went back home, even if it was going to be another two weeks. Anyway, since his promise to chill the fuck out, he hasn’t said much of anything about me going out. I appreciate it.

I’m hoping that if I do decide to stay here in DC, that we will create a system. One where I can hang out with friends and party as long as I’m responsible and continue my school work, which there’s absolutely no chance that I would ever sacrifice my career. I’m too much like him. One where he can go out and take a break when he needs to, and I can be here for Jack.

The time finally passes, and I start getting ready for our hangout. I’m going out with CeCe and the guy she’s talking to I suppose. They’re not officially, but they’re not seeing anyone other than each other. Anyway, he’s bringing his friend he met from college. I’ve never met his friend, but CeCe introduced me to Jacob a couple of months ago.

I slip into a little green dress and chunky white heels. It’s just a casual get together, and I have no idea why I’m dressing to impress some guy I don’t even know, but here I am, applying my eyeliner carefully so that it looks perfect. Subconsciously, I know I’m trying to impress this guy so that he can help me get over Spencer. It’s wrong, and I’m not proud, but I’m not ashamed enough to not do it.

Jack is sitting in the floor of his room, playing on the rug with little roads and houses on it for him to drive his toy trucks. I check in on him a few times to make sure he’s okay while I get ready.

“Jade?” I hear from downstairs.

I recognize Spencer’s voice the millisecond my name releases his lips. I like the way it sounds…

He still has the key from when he stayed with Jack and I.

“Upstairs,” I call back.

A few minutes later, I head down the stairs to see Jack already with Spencer. He looks up from the couch, and I swear his face turns a shade of red that almost makes me melt into a puddle in front of the door.

“W- wow,” he whispers.

I blush and move my hair from my face. “What?” I play dumb, biting my lip softly.

I have no idea what’s going on here, but I can physically feel whatever it is.

“Your dress is pretty,” he says with a soft smile.

“Yeah?” I smile, looking down at myself with a little side to side twirl, my dress flowing with each movement. “I-is there anything you need before I go?”

Spencer shakes his head. “No.”

“Call me if you end up thinking of something,” I say then grab my wristlet and phone before leaving the apartment.

“Holy shit, Jade, you look gorgeous,” CeCe grins, grabbing my hips to look me up and down.

“What this?” I shrug, pretending as if I didn’t spend 45 minutes getting ready.

“Justin is going to love you,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“So what’s the plan exactly?” I ask.

“It’s just casual. Movie and popcorn,” CeCe says, grabbing my hand and leading me into her apartment.

Jacob and his friend, Justin, are sitting on her couch, talking when we walk up to them.

“You must be Jade,” Justin stands up, offering his hand to me.

I take it, looking to CeCe with a grin that silently says “What a gentleman.”

The four of us sit down for the movie. I honestly am convinced that CeCe let them pick a boring one just for the purpose of making out because while Justin and I suffer through the plotless film, Jacob’s tongue is down her throat.

“Hey why don’t we get some drinks?” Justin asks. “Do you have any?”

“Unfortunately, no,” CeCe frowns. “But we could go get some.” She looks to me, and I nod gently.

“Sure why not,” Jacob hops up, offering to go with her.

I press my lips together, but decide it’s fine for the two of them to go grab some drinks. It’ll give me the opportunity to get to know Justin. Hell, maybe CeCe’s boy toy’s friend will end up being my boy toy… well, not boy toy in the sense that Jacob is to Ce.

My initial thought was deemed idiotic as I stand on the porch, tears streaming down my face as the phone in my hand rings twice before the voice finally answers.

“Dr. Reid speaking,” he says into the phone, and if I wasn’t in tears I would think it was kind of cute the way he picked up.

“Hey,” I say with a timid voice.

“Jade?” Spencer asks just as I was about to tell him it was me calling.

“Yeah. Can I ask you a favor? I can’t call my dad.”

His voice is hesitant and curious when he asks, “What do you need?”

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. “I was in a bad situation, and I need a ride home.”

“Are you hurt?” Spencer asks worriedly.

“No. I’m fine. And you really don’t have to, I just didn’t know who else to-“

“I’m coming.”

A faint, small smile creeps up onto my lips. “I’ll send you the address.”

“Thank you, Spencer,” I say gratefully, buckling my seatbelt. “Dad would’ve interrogated me and flipped shit if I told him what happened. I’m thinking maybe I should start driving myself everywhere since I’ve had to make you my uber.” I laugh softly.

“I don’t mind,” he tells me and sounds like he’s being honest. “I won’t interrogate you, but if you want to talk about what happened, you can. You look like you’ve been crying.”

Well, he sure doesn’t sugarcoat his observations. I guess I shouldn’t have expected him to. He is Spencer after all.

“You promise you won’t tell my dad?”

“As long as there was no murder involved, then yes I promise,” he says. I’m not sure if he’s joking.

“It’s nothing serious like that.” I take a breath. “I was with one of my friends and this guy she’s sort of dating. He brought a friend, so we could all hang out. We went to her place, and my friend and her boyfriend - whatever he is - went to the store to get some beer. The guy kissed me after we were talking a little, and I let him. A-and it kept going until he started touching me. I didn’t pull away because I wouldn’t have anywhere to go, and we’d just sit there awkwardly if I did. He put his hand up my dress, and I finally told him to stop. I had to say it twice. And he didn’t get angry per-say, but he seemed annoyed and said he didn’t realize I “was one of those stuck up, prissy bitches.” Word for word… anyway, I just wanted to get out of there.”

Spencer takes his eyes off the road and moves them to me for a moment. “Jade, I’m so sorry. He sounds like a real douchebag. You shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

I shrug slightly, moving my hair from my face. “It’s fine I guess. It could’ve been worse.”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” Spencer states.

“You’re right,” I say with a nod. “Things like that happen sometimes. Usually it’s just kissing when I haven’t shown any interest, and they’ll stop when I say to. I just kind of freaked out when his hand touched my lower stomach. I mean, I didn’t exactly want my first time to be with some dude I’d just met. Of course, I don’t judge people who do that. It’s just not for me. Seems awkward…” My eyes widen when I realize that not only am I rambling nervously, but I also just admitted to a guy I find extremely attractive that I’m a virgin.

ten

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[farfromstrange]

there is something very confusing happening to my damaged brain whenever andrew garfield has an appearance on the red carpet.

my mind goes from this:

✨CHARLIEEEE 🥰😍🌻🫶🏻🫂🥹🐱🐶💕💞💟🛐✨

the cute puppy man i just want to give the most innocent hug to

and

🛐MATT MURDOCK🛐💀 🔥😈👩‍❤️‍👨🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🤰🏼🙏🏻🫶🏻✌🏻🫦👅🍆✨✨

the one fictional character i would let do whatever he fucking wants to me, even if it killed me

to this:

✨ANDREWWWWW🎶🔥🕷️🫶🏻🤍🥰😍🧎🏼‍♀️🛐👹🥵🥹😭🥺🫠🤌🏻🫂🫀🫵🏻 🙏🏻✨

to literally this:

And then I’m starting to consider writing for TASM!Peter but I don’t know where to start. TASM Peter Hits different indeed and I’d let him flip me around however he wants

But once I start rewatching Infinity War I’m tossed into another fit because

*Anyhony Mackie’s voice* SEBASTIAN STAN😮‍💨🫡🥵🛐🤌🏻

but more like

🦾✨👩‍❤️‍👨BUCKY BARNESSSS👹😈🔥😮‍💨🫶🏻🥹💞🥵🤰🏼👩‍❤️‍👨

And now I don’t know what to do with myself because I just got myself throughly turned on.

So I’ll just crawl back into my adoration hole where I try not to be a whore and focus on the good things.

Like my emotional support teddy bear.

That’s better.

Cool off.

I want to hug him.

But you can’t take the whore out of me, even Charlie knows that.

[prehistoricmancunt]

Hi hi!!! I’ve been following u for a while but I just noticed you updated ur pinned post :)) I’d love to hear any thoughts or writing you have on grief if you ever wanted to share know that you definitely have an audience! <3

oh YAY thank you! I have this post that went kind of viral on here (the tags regularly make me misty eyed), and it made me realize that the things I have to say about grief really resonate with a lot of people! i then made it into an instagram graphic, and then a zine, and all of those got a lot of really positive feedback.

one night, I started brainstorming a bunch of grief prompts about remembering 'your person', and then recently, months later, I finally picked that idea back up and it has bloomed into what I hope will be an actually published book/interactive grief journal. I'm even considering looking into making the prompts themselves into a deck of cards that can be used in daily grief exercises, or in a communal grief setting like wakes, funerals, deathaversaries etc. I've gotten positive feedback about this WIP as well!

some of the readings that have been really impactful for me re: grief are:

all about love by bell hooks, chapter 11 / On earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong / andrew garfield's interview in the believer about his mom / all the living and the dead by hayley campbell / caitlin doughty's books & youtube videos / gendersauce instagram posts / Rebellious Mourning by Cindy Milstein

I'd definitely like to share some excerpts of this WIP here if people are interested (sounds like you are at least!!!!) and to start, I'm happy to share some of the prompts!

If you send me an ask with a number between 1 and 72, and i'll reply with that grief prompt!

The prompts span from mundane things like their name and their favorite things, to heavier things like how did they die and what was their funeral like?

a few things to consider:

Through all of this, it is paramount to mention that nobody is all good or all bad. Not every prompt in here is deep and heavy, but some are. Sometimes we fight with the people we love. We let each other down, we disappoint each other, we forget something important. Sometimes we hurt each other. The ways you hurt or were hurt by each other don’t die when they do - it’s okay to wrestle with the ways your person was imperfect. You are not a bad person for remembering them in the fullness of their humanity. You are not grieving wrong for still being mad about something you were mad about before they died.

 If you are afraid that stepping into the waters of painful memories will inevitably sweep you up and suck you down, remember that no feeling lasts forever. Your hurt will come and, if you give it the space it needs, it will go, too. I promise. This is a safe space to remember your person and the person they were, warts and all. Tread with care, take breaks, take deep breaths, you’re okay. You’re safe. I’m proud of you for sitting in your grief.

bell hook says in ‘All About Love: new visions’ that “In its deepest sense, grief is a burning of the heart, an intense heat that gives us solace and release. When we deny the full expression of our grief, it lays like a weight on our hearts, causing emotional pain and physical ailments. Grief is most often unrelenting when individuals are not reconciled to the reality of loss.” This book and its prompts are meant to aid you in the expression of your grief, to deny the denial of grief.

okay that was a lot but i love talking about this! thank you for the chance to!

[kath-artic]

i just had the most like. biblical dream of my life

i was still in scotland and we had one activity that was a formal dresscode river rafting thing to get to this special location on one of the islands (that for some reason was a jungle) and my high school friends were there and some of us went exploring elsewhere and my parents were also there and my mom was just refusing to enjoy anything and insisting that every activity was subpar and that we had something better back home (which i think stems from her outright refusal to acknowledge that other countries have better infrastructure than the US). there was this professor from my university that i’d never met that was there and she was trying to get to know me but at some point in the conversation i went over to my mom and confronted her (and what i said was along the lines of “youre doing the same thing you did when i was in scotland, you never trust me to be on my own and you cant just let me be happy” which did break with the fact that we were in scotland within the context of the dream) and this professor got to see the turmoil in my life. and then the rest of the dream took a hard turn and we were in more of a metropolitan area but it was still supposed to be orkney (it looked like a mix of edinburgh and nyc) and i was talking to my storyteller friend Tom on the island and he gave me this whole prophecy about a flood that was coming and he have me a box of wood that sparked and crumbled to ash if you kneaded it and i had sit outside this shop and knead it and that act was supposed to push the prophecy forward (something about a girl that whose fate would be sealed if she walked into the shop while i was outside) and this girl came up to the shop and hesitated before going inside and then sat with me instead and we fell in love with each other and i couldnt let her go in the shop because i knew it’d be a death sentence. it started to downpour rain and she dropped her umbrella and i was gathering all of my things and we ran to the hotel where my parents were (and ran past a dentist on the way where there was a massive line of people waiting but idr what that was about) and i get in and tell them we have to get out of there but remember we’re on an island and cant just drive home and they dont have a return flight booked or anything and there was a bunch that happened in the hotel, but i did something to trigger the ending which was that the whole thing was fake and Tom came in with his son who was Andrew Garfield and told me I had won and could marry his son and i was so panicked and trying to find the girl i met and escape the crowd but everything started to fade to black until i was alone in a spotlight

anyway good morning

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

attends the CHANEL and Charles Finch Pre-Oscar Awards Dinner | March 11, 2023

Thinking thoughts to be thunk with a lot of horn... I say, love. Thanks, buttons.

[esse-writing]

Rumors

Andrew Garfield x actress!reader

Little blurb made from this lovely idea!

Warnings: basically nothing, Andrew and reader being two idiots in love? And two terrible liars? fluff

“Our next guests are two Tony winners and Oscar nominated actors, starring in the new Netflix movie “Tik Tik Boom”, please welcome Y/N Y/L/N and Andrew Garfield, ladies and gentlemen!”

The crowd cheers loudly as you enter the room, smiling and waving as Andrew walks beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. You reach Jimmy Fallon on the stage and hug him, moving away a little and chuckling as Andrew and Jimmy hug each other, swinging left and right for a while before they part.

You sit down on the couch, Andrew sitting next to you in front of Jimmy.

“Hi Jimmy, thanks for having us, nice to be back” you say, smiling at him as you adjust your dress

“It’s nice to have you both here! How are you?”

“We’re very good, and it’s so nice to see you. And I don’t say it because we’re on TV, genuinely happy to see you again!” Andrew answers, and you laugh along with the crowd

“So, we have quite a few things to talk about! Tik Tik Boom, it’s amazing, I loved it, and it’s doing great on Netflix. What can you tell me about it?” Jimmy asks, and you and Andrew start talking, giving each other a little time to describe the movie.

“And this is the first project you’ve worked on together? Are we gonna see the two of you again any time soon?”

“Yea, it’s our first movie together and well, you never know, I’d say time will tell!” you answer, smiling at Andrew

“I mean, she’s an amazing and talented actress, it was a great pleasure working with her so yea, I really hope we’ll work together again!” Andrew adds, making you chuckle and blush a little

“Oh thanks, you’re not so bad yourself” you smirk, poking him on his side a little

“About that, we have a couple of interesting rumors about you guys”

“Yea? You do?” Andrew asks smiling, looking at you before bringing his attention back to Jimmy

“First of, Tom Holland and Tobey Maguire, tell me about them”

“Who?” you ask, your face serious as Andrew and Jimmy laugh at you

“The new Spider-Man movie” he asks again

“Nah, never heard of it, don’t know what you’re talking about” you say and this time you laugh with them before Andrew starts talking

“We saw the trailer and it looks great, they’re doing amazing things with the character and I love it, I’m so excited to see what happens in this new one”

“There’s a photo going around on the internet guys, we saw you two and Toby on the set of the new Spider-Man movie!”

“Not, not sure about that” Andrew says, and you nod with him. Jimmy looks at you, a questioning look on his face

“I haven’t seen that, mate. Don’t know what you saw” you shrug, looking at him

“We know what’s up, do you know what’s up?” Jimmy add, the crowd cheering with him as you and Andrew look at each other, laughing

“Show us the photo, we can tell you whether it’s a true thing or not”

“But it’s been erased off the internet!” Jimmy adds “Oh how convenient Detective Fallon!”

You laugh at their little bickering, shaking your head before you speak

“I gotta say it’s photoshop, we’re not in the movie, pretty sure Toby isn’t either” you laugh at the crowd booing at you and you turn to them “We just trying to manage people’s expectation, boo at you too” You laugh, the two man next to you laughing too before Jimmy moves a little in his chair, bending down to take out a big photo and putting it on his desk

“Since it looks like we’re not getting anything from you, let’s move on. We do have a picture this time so you can say if this one is too a photoshop!” he ask, showing you a blurry picture from quite far away of Andrew embracing and apparently kissing you

“That's a terrible quality man, let me give you a better view” Andrew says, and you look at him with your brow raised before he fully turns in his chair, facing you, his hands on both your cheeks as he moves you closer, kissing you. You chuckle in the kiss, the crowd shouting as Jimmy applauds next to you.

You hum against his lips before moving away slowly, licking your lips as you smirk at him.

You chuckle, shaking your head as Jimmy exclaims “Well, wow!” and you turn to look at him, blushing slightly

“So, this is great news, safe to say congratulations?! How long have you guys been together?” Jimmy asks, his voice happy as he smiles

“We met filming Tik Tik Boom and we started going out one month? Was it one month?” Andrew says, turning to you as you nod “Yea one month after we started shooting we started going out and we have been together since then” he shrugs, wide smile on his face as he looks at you

“You guys kept it for yourself all this time!” Jimmy laughs

“We kinda wanted to be sure about it before it became public, it was still a new relationship but I think it’s safe to say we’re pretty sure about where this is going” You add, turning slightly to smile at Andrew as he takes your hand in his, kissing it.

“We’re so happy to hear this guys, congratulations again. More with the lovely Y/N Y/L/N and Andrew Garflied when we come back, everybody.” Jimmy says, announcing the commercial break.

After cameras stop rolling Jimmy turns to you, shaking both your hands as you chuckle, chatting a little about your lives as Andrew moves a little closer to you.

“Guess some rumors are true” Andrew smirks, quickly kissing you again, making everyone cheers at you.

[crazycookiecrumbles]

Second Date Jitters

A/N:  Okay, I know I said I wasn’t uploading for a bit, but this will be my last post, probably, and I’m just trying something out with a new character in my list.

Pairings/Characters: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield’s Peter)

Warnings: None? Maybe some swears, mostly fluffy cute stuff

Summary: True to his word, Spider-Man did see you again, and again, and again, and it was the greatest thing to happen to you.

This is definitely post-college, adult Spider-Man

Sequel to: Do You Like Pizza

WC: 2,711

Spider-Man was not kidding. He really did find you, just like he said he would. One day, you were walking home after work, just like usual, and you were listening to music like you did every single day. You turned to cut through the alley, as you usually did, and headed on your way. 

Suddenly, you felt like someone was watching you. Reaching into your pocket, you turned on your stun gun and prepared for battle. When you saw the shadow approaching you from the corner of your eye, you spun around, took out the stun gun, and pressed the button as you readied your attack.

“Whoa!” Spider-man shouted, arms flying up to protect himself and grab your wrist to keep you from tasing him in the neck while he hung upside down from the lamppost. “Cool it, lady! Why are you running around with a weapon trying to attack people?”

“Why are you sneaking up on a woman in an alley?”

He paused for a moment as he processed what you were saying, “You know what, you make a great point. That’s on me, my sincerest apologies, Y/N.”

You snickered, powdered down the weapon, and stuffed it back into your pocket, “So you found me again.”

“Yes, I did,” He lowered himself slightly so he was closer to you. Both of you were at eye-level. Although, he was upside down. “Hi.”

You chuckled, “Hey there, Spidey. I’m guessing you have some free time?”

“Actually I was wondering why you walk through alleys like some sort of criminal,” he said with a shrug. “Care to explain that? Super dangerous, you know, for a beautiful girl like you. Someone might think you’re an easy target.”

“Well, crime barely actually happens in a New York alley, that’s all just cinema shit. Secondly, I have a stun gun, so I feel better. Thirdly, there’s two entrances to two different speakeasies on this path alone, so, not like I’m being totally dumb, only a little bit.”

“Right, only a little bit,” he nodded. “Well, Y/N, if you’re not too busy…”

“I was just heading home,” you watched him carefully as he tilted his head to the side and stared at you before letting go of his web, flipping, and landing on his two feet in front of you. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Tons of things,” he told you. “But I was thinking we could start off slow and get some food again. I know this great Japanese spot, super cheap, their gyoza would make you go yowza — I’m sorry. That sounded much funnier in my head.”

You laughed at him. You had to admit it, he was pretty corny and very dorky, but at least he was funny.

“Okay,” you agreed to his proposal. “That sounds great, actually. I’d love some some gyoza.”

“Dope,” Spider-Man gave you two thumbs up. Why? He had no idea. “I’ll call it in. I’ve got a guy, he’ll bring it to the alley, and we can find somewhere to sit again. How do you feel about dinner at the top of the Seagrams building?”

“Like a panic attack waiting to happen,” you explained. Before you could elaborate on that, you both heard a boom of thunder, saw a crack of lightning, and heard the sound of rain start to fall before you even saw it. “Wow. That’s incredible timing.”

“Oh, shoot. Okay. This is fine. I can think of something.”

This was probably going to be a stupid idea. He was a stranger. This man was a stranger but he was also the hero of New York City. He was the friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man that everyone trusted to protect them and did no wrong. And, you, well, you were not thinking very clearly, because he was in a skin-tight suit and was soaking wet from the rain.

“Okay,” you cleared your throat and spoke louder because of the rain. “We can go to my place. It’s in walking distance! Well, New York walking distance. You can keep your mask on the whole time.”

You couldn’t see him grin, but he was definitely feeling a certain type of way about your invitation with how his shoulders relaxed and he waltzed towards you. He towered over you as he cocked his head to the side, “You’re inviting me upstairs.”

“For dinner, no funny business!”

His hands quickly flew up in surrender, “I’d never want to do funny business with a lady who owns a stun gun unless she initiated and consented overly enthusiastically just like all those PSA’s say to.”

“Good! You….dork…”you trailed off. “Okay. I’m really wet — “

“God that’s so hot — oh, you meant the rain.”

You blinked several times in surprise, “Who are you, dude? You’re not like any superhero I’ve met before!”

“So you’ve met other superheroes?”

“Well, no… but I watched Justice League growing up — whatever. Can we go, please? I’m so wet — “

“That’s what she said — “

“Dude!” You whined while he laughed. He wrapped his arms around you, jumped into the air, and started swinging with you. 

After you told him where your apartment was, he happily called in the order for dinner for two. Well, you held the phone to his ear while he swung with you, screaming his order into the phone and saying when he’d be by to get it. 

The two of you landed on your fire escape, tried to open it, and realized your window was locked. It took a moment for both of you to realize that because you, in fact, did live there, you could just go through the front door. Spider-Man dropped you off at the front of the building, then took off. You ran upstairs, unlocked your window, then went to get changed into some dry clothes and take out towels for Spider-Man. You even grabbed some extra clothes of yours, an old oversized shirt from college, and a pair of sweatpants that might actually fit him, barely. 

As you were towel-drying your hair, you heard the window slide open. You left your room, tossing the towel behind you and becoming very surprised to see Spider-Man wiping his feet on the bath mat you had dragged over and trying to dry himself off.

“Do you…need me to dry that?” You asked, pointing to his suit.

“Oh, well, I mean, it’s sort of water resistant. Kind of. It definitely slides off better than it used to,” he trailed off as he looked down at himself. “I don’t have a change of clothes.”

“You can wring out the mask in the bathroom, um, we can throw your suit in the dryer with my clothes, you can wear that stuff right there.”

“That can work…”

“Can’t have Spider-Man getting pneumonia,” you offered. “Go ahead, bathroom’s in the back, down the hall, first door on the right. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

He disappeared with the borrowed clothes, running on his tiptoes to try not to leave a trail of water. You cleaned up the water quickly with a used towel and started to set up the food he had ordered. You placed everything on the coffee table, grabbed two drinks, and placed them on the coffee table as well before turning on the TV and finding something to stream.

You heard the bathroom door opened and tried to play it cool, but you couldn’t help but wait in eager anticipation to see him in short sleeves. When he came over, he was wearing the clothes you gave him, and the mask partially over his head, slightly dryer than it had been when he had first arrived.

“Better?” You asked.

He nodded, “It is, yeah. Thank you. Uh, sorry about this.”

“No worries, you don’t control the weather…….right?”

He laughed, “No, no, I don’t. Anyway, uh, hope you like this stuff! I like ‘em. I think they’re pretty great.”

“I bet it’ll make me go yowza,” you jested. He smiled brightly when he realized you were referencing his earlier joke, but said nothing as you nodded your chin towards the TV, “Anything you’re interested in?”

“I’m good with anything.”

“Cool,” you put on a show you adored and the two of you ate in silence for awhile. “Wow, this is fantastic. Where is this place?’

“Well, now that has to be my little secret so I have an excuse to see you again,” He replied.

“I guess I can just check the bag — “

“Don’t do that, don’t ruin my moment,” he begged of you, making you giggle in response and quietly say you’ll leave it alone. 

Comfortably, the two of you were binge-watching a show, casually talking and getting to know each other a little more over good food. While the two of you were doing this, you found yourself sitting back against the sofa, scooting a little closer over to Spider-Man who seemed to take no issue with this, as he didn’t move away from you at all. In fact, he seemed to relax into your side as well.

At some point, his arm was wrapped around your shoulders and you were relaxing against him. This was nice. This was very nice. Who would have thought that Spider-Man was this dweeb who loved food and, well, made good company? It seemed too good to be true.

And it was. Something happened. His head tilted to the side and he was sprinting to the dryer to grab his suit. Before you knew it, he was running back over to the window shouting that he had an amazing night. You watched him leap out of the window before you could even get up. By the time you made it to the window, he was back at your fire escape, leaning forward so his head was just about at your window once more.

“Sorry to eat and run. But this really was a great night for me, Y/N. Maybe we can do it again?”

You smiled, “I’d like that, Spider-Man. Stay safe.”

“Thanks,” he breathed and stared at you for a moment. “Stun me if this is a horrible thing I’m about to do.”

Watching as he slowly inched towards you, you shook your head, “I don’t think I need to.”

Spider-Man lifted his mask up just enough to show his lips. He leaned forward a little more and you leaned forward as much as you could. You could feel the raindrops hit the top of your head as you leaned out the window, and the two of you were just centimeters apart from each other, breathing into each other’s faces, both too nervous to take the next step.

Spider-Man smirked to himself. A part of him was surprised this was happening. He was letting his guard down that he had for years and he was finally moving on. He savored this moment before finally reaching up to grab your chin and gingerly press his lips against yours. You could feel him smiling into the kiss just as you much as you were. Your hand rested over his gloved one as you tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

When he pulled away, he left you with another quick peck on the lips and pulled his mask down quickly, “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

“I hope so,” you grinned watching him jump off the fire escape and swing away.

~*~

After that, you always saw Spider-Man. Sometimes he was waiting at your window. Sometimes, he found you on your way home from work. Rarely, you’d plan to meet up somewhere. Usually on a street corner or in the park where there were few people to notice Spider-Man scooping up a woman from the street and swinging off with her.

Your constant dates turned into the two of you agreeing to be a couple. The only caveat was you knew you were dating Spider-Man, but you had no idea who was under the mask, and you understood that it was important to keep his secret identity. But you also knew it was important for your relationship to have some trust, and it was unfair for you to constantly sneak around and be expected to give yourself to him completely when he wouldn’t do the same.

Then, one day, you were supposed to meet Spider-Man to see a late movie. You weren’t sure how you were going to pull this off, but, you were willing to see.

While waiting outside the theater, a guy with fluffy brown hair, glasses, and a backpack bouncing on his shoulders waltzed over to you with a single red rose in his hand that he stuck out towards you.

You stared at the rose before glancing up at him, “No thanks, dude.”

“Oh, see, I was trying to be romantic.” He shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away, but you recognized that voice immediately. With a gasp, you grabbed the handle of his backpack and yanked him towards you. He spun around with a flourish and smiled brightly, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Holy shit! You’re — “

His hand clamped over your mouth tightly, “Let’s keep that part quiet, shall we, sweetie?” He asked and watched you nod beneath his hand very quickly. “Good!” He pulled his hand away, “Hi, I’m Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker,” You tested it out by saying his full name aloud. Peter loved how it fell from your lips and watched as you said it a few more times before smirking and nodding to him, “Peter Parker. I can do that.”

He pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead, “That’s a relief. I was ready to go back behind this theater and cry a bunch before going off to get pizza by myself.” He cleared his throat and looked down at himself. His clothing choice hadn’t changed much since he was a kid. He still wore skinny jeans and sneakers, but this was a special night, and as a distinguished young gentleman, he went with a very simple plaid button down under his jacket. “I uh, I hope this is okay.”

“Better than okay,” you laughed and stepped closer to him as your hand rested on his shoulder. “Very hot, actually. And the glasses? So cute.”

He blinked a few times, “Oh, wow. You do find me super hot. That’s funny — I mean, it’s not funny. It’s cool. Super cool, actually. I thought just the other guy would be hot, you know, in that tight suit and stuff and with a face that was hidden so you could imagine anything you wanted there. But you think I’m hot — which works because you’re super hot and — “

“Peter Parker,” you interrupted him. “You do not have a face for radio.”

“Oh.”

“This is a face I want to see all the time,” you beamed and reached up to run your fingers through his hair quickly before fixing it. “How about we get inside and watch that movie now? After you kiss me, of course.”

“I—yeah, yeah, I am so happy to follow those orders,” Peter, ever the dramatic man, said as he grabbed you with both hands and spun you around. You were laughing as he dipped you and kissed you like it was your first kiss all over again.

Letting you back up, Peter extended his arm to you. You wrapped your hand around his arm, held up your tickets in the other hand, and the two of you walked into the theater together.

“I smuggled in some candy, by the way,” you whispered to him.

“I brought drinks!” He whispered back just as excitedly. 

You squeezed his arm, “That is so nice, but I don’t now if we’ll get to them.”

“Huh? Why? Do you have to go? Do you regret this?”

“Oh, no! No, no. I just kind of want to act like a horny teenager and makeout with you in the back of the theater, now.”

Peter bit his bottom lip as he removed his arm from your hold and wrapped it around your shoulders to tuck you into his side, “I think I’d be okay with that, Y/N.”

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I Got You {Peter Parker}

Prompt: “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

Plot: You’re Peter Parker’s plus size girlfriend and you get self-conscious about your weight when he lifts you. He takes you to see the fireworks as you kickstart the New Year together.

Character: Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Plus Size Female Reader

Requested by @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

New Year’s Eve meant a lot of things. For a lot of people it meant new beginnings, a new start, hell even a new chance. For others it meant a reason to get drunk and start the new year with a hangover. For you, it meant seeing pretty fireworks and to spend the night watching the display from your apartment complex’s rooftop with your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

Peter had prepared a picnic blanket with some extra blankets to keep you both warm and some snacks for the night. It was your first New Year’s together after having been together since the March. It felt nice to celebrate with him, nice to celebrate together. Whilst your friends had parties and partied themselves to hangovers, you and Peter decided to have a nice chilled night. You weren’t a big drinker and you didn’t feel like spending the night with a bunch of drunk adults. 

You shook your head as Peter opened his arms, instructing you to jump up and he’d catch you, “No way in hell.”

Peter frowned, “Why not? You said you wanted a better view and I can take us there right now. Come on, it’ll be like five seconds and then we’ll be up there.” Again, you shook your head, taking a step away from him as you told him that actually the view was fine from here, “If you’re worried about the height-”

“It’s not the height,” you said quickly, refusing to look anywhere other than the fireworks.

Peter didn’t understand, you didn’t expect him to either, “Then what’s wrong, love? Let me help you.”

“I...” Even despite having come to terms with your weight and your size years ago, it was something that you still struggled to talk about, “It’s just that... I’m not skinny, Peter. I’m fat and I weight like twice as much as you do.” Peter’s frown only deepened, “I worry that you wouldn’t be able to lift me or you’d struggle or something and I’d want to curl in a ball and die.”

“(y/n)...” He shook his head, “You know that’s not gonna happen.” You knew that Peter had super strength, you knew that he could lift five of you if he really wanted to but the worries and the insecurities still loomed. He took three strides to you until he was standing right in front of you, “I’m not going to judge you, I’ve never judged you before. Do you trust me?”

You found yourself nodding as you looked into his eyes, “Yeah,” you whispered, “I trust you.”

“Wrap around me then,” he instructed with a warm smile and a nod, “I’ll carry you, love, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Tentatively, you wrapped your arms around his neck then he instructed you to wrap your thighs around too. Internally, you were freaking out but as you mentally prepared yourself to make you both tumble to the ground, Peter’s strong arms wrapped around you and easily caught you without even so much as a grunt of effort.

“See?” Peter smiled, nuzzling into your hair, “I got you, love.”

“You sure I’m not too heavy?” You asked, hiding your face from him, “I- I can get down-”

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love. “ He reassured you gently, “I promise, you’re not heavy to me at all. C’mon you know how strong I am, I’m your big matcho boyfriend-” His description of himself made you giggle into his shoulder, “There’s that laugh,” he smiled, “Show me my favourite smile, will you?”

You looked up at him, smile tugging the corners of your lips upwards. Peter grinned at you, “Ready?” He asked. You readjusted your grip before nodding and telling him that you were ready. Peter had you wrapped tightly with one arm as he used the other to shoot a web and shoot it for an opposing building.

“Here we go.”

You would’ve screamed as he jumped off with you clinging to him but the force of the air that hit you in the face stopped the scream in your throat. It was terrifying at first, feeling like you were going to just crash into a building but after a few seconds, as Peter found a straight path, it was smooth and pretty damn nice. It was exhilarating and terrifying and fun all at the same time. The sudden drops and sharp turns made you cling onto him as though your life depended on it but Pete was quick to give a little bit of reassurance, “I’ve got you, gorgeous. Everything’s okay, I promise.” 

Everything was a blur of lights as you whizzed through the air. You had no idea where you were or where you were going but you trusted that Peter did and that he’d get you there safely. You looked behind you, watching as your apartment building got smaller and smaller. It was incredible; scary but freaking amazing. You moved your head to look at Peter, a slow grin spreading on your face. He was the only thing that you could see clearly among the blur of buildings and lights.

He glanced at you before turning his head to look fully at you, “What?” He asked, smiling as he saw your wide smile, “I got something on my face?”

“You’re amazing,” you murmured, “My amazing Spider-Man.”

“You need to stop distracting me,” he said with a bashful smile, “cause right now I just really want to kiss you.”

You laughed, “No kissing and swinging.”

It only took a few seconds longer before Peter pulled you both upwards, swinging upwards and landing so effortlessly on top of the Empire State Building. You looked around, still clinging to him, “We’re up so high!” You squealed as adrenaline coursed through your body. This was incredible. Your laughter was like pure music to Peter’s ears; that wonderous, incredulous laughter. You turned to him with the widest grin, “Look!” You pointed out at the fireworks, watching at the colours danced eye level with you, “It’s amazing!”

Peter heard the fireworks, he saw the flashes of reds and greens but all he could focus on was you. He didn’t know if it was the fact that it was New Year’s and he was simply thankful that you were heading into the new year with him or maybe the fact that you’d trusted him enough to swing you through the city or maybe simply it was just you and that pure innocent happiness you radiated, “Hey,” he said softly, turning you to face him.

You looked up at him, smiling and with stars in your eyes, and he kissed you. It was a beautiful kiss, one of those ones that only seem to happen in movies. He kissed you as fireworks exploded around you, he kissed you as the colours danced all around you. His kiss was passionate and full of love, sweet, sweet love. You’d went to break the kiss, barely getting a breath of air before Peter had already pulled you back in for another. He needed his kiss to tell you how he felt in that moment; that there would be nothing and there would be no-one that compared to you. What you saw when you looked over the city as fireworks danced in the air was how Peter saw you; full of light and so bloody beautiful.

After another lingering kiss, Peter pulled back, forehead pressed against yours as you breathed hard, “I love you,” he whispered for the first time. Peter had felt it for months but he’d never quite found the right moment to tell you.

You couldn’t stop the grin that pulled your cheeks upwards, “I love you, too,” you beamed.

“Yeah?” Peter laughed, “You sure?” His tone was teasing as he pulled your body flush against him, “How about another kiss just to make sure?”

“Mm... Go on then,” you giggled before he kissed you again.

Yeah... this year was starting in the absolute best way possible.

[softtdaisy]

Congrats on the 600 followers! For your celebration, can I request a song blurb for “The Very First Night” by Taylor Swift that is super fluffy (and also kinda had a hint of smut 👀) Thanks! And I hope you have a wonderful day 💕

_the very first night

andrew garfield x female!reader

based on: the very first night by taylor swift

words: 986

a/n: i got your second ask about Andrew, so here's the story!! I love it a lot honestly, I hope you will too (writing with Taylor songs is really inspiring)💛

warning: smut scene

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“I’ll be home in a week, love. I miss you too, trust me, ily x”

Andrew was the love of your life. You knew that. You were convinced of that since the very first night you saw him.

You met him at an after premiere party. As soon as you laid your eyes on each other, you started a little game. You looked for each other around the room and encouraged the other to chase you. You wanted this man. He wanted you. And you found him at the end of the night, when you were about to leave.

You were already outside. Shivering because wearing a little dress in winter wasn’t the best idea. And waiting for your taxi to bring you back to the hotel.

You didn’t hear him coming. You just felt his jacket on your shoulders suddenly. And when you turned around, you met the guy you’ve been chasing all night. “Couldn’t let you freeze outside alone.” He had the flirtatious voice you’ve ever heard. The one he would use every time he wanted to seduce you. No matter the months or years of dating, Andrew would always make sure you were attracted to him.

When the taxi finally arrived, you didn’t hesitate a single second and took Andrew’s hand. He had the choice to follow you or not. And he did. Without a doubt. When he kissed you in the backseat of the car, you knew you would kill to taste his lips again for the rest of your life.

You had the best night of your life in the hotel room. You would never have done that for anyone else: letting yourself go in the arms of a stranger. But he wasn’t a stranger. He was the man you were convinced you would marry.

And from that night, your relationship grew to become this beautiful love story. You were always teasing each other, dancing in the middle of your kitchen, no matter the music playing. Andrew would sometimes even sing to it, serenading you to the most ridiculous lyrics.

You couldn’t count the number of polaroids you took together. Everywhere, at any occasion. Sometimes you would keep them with you: in your bag, in your room, on your fridge. Just to feel like Andrew was with you even when he was away. You loved to slip them in his suitcase, so he had the surprise of seeing you when he opened them.

You would always write little notes on them. Andrew loved writing what he loved about you, from “your mouth that I’d love to kiss every minute of every day” to “your legs that drove me crazy that day (just like every other day)”. But most of the time, they were “I miss you” notes.

And you missed him right now. He was on the other side of the country for a shooting. You couldn’t wait to see him again. To kiss him again. To love him again. You were so lost in your thoughts that the bang on your door made you jump. 

You opened the door with curious eyes. And were lost in words when you recognised your fiancé on the other side. You immediately jumped at his neck to kiss him. Something that made him laugh. He wrapped his arms around you to have you against him. How good it felt to feel Andrew again. “But what, why, what are you doing here?” You said between each kiss.

“They can do without me for a day or two. They don’t know how much I miss you.” It was maybe one of the most beautiful love declarations you could get. Putting everything aside just to be with you again. In his world, you were the only thing that mattered.

Andrew guided you back inside, still kissing you. He placed you on the kitchen corner and put himself between your legs. 

He was eager to get every piece of you just like he was the very first night you met. When all you wanted was to be with each other. The world could collide, you were already in heaven when Andrew was giving you those passionate kisses. 

He slowly took off your shirt -which was in fact his shirt that you loved to steal-. While his lips went down on your neck, his hands delicately played with your breast. Nothing could compare with the feelings of Andrew’s cold fingers playing with your tits. Or maybe the way he loved to kiss sensible points of your neck when you were moaning, like he was eating them.

You needed more. You wanted more from the man you loved. With trembling hands, you found the zip of his jeans. While putting it on the floor, you took the time to trace his bones that were leading you directly to pleasure. And the look Andrew gave you, this fire in his eyes, told you he needed it as much as you did.

With one finger, he put your panties aside while you guided him into you. The groan that escaped his lips almost made you finish immediately. You knew the makeup artist would blame you for the marks and scratches you were putting on Andrew's skin right now. But you didn’t care. The passion was too strong, the feeling of having your man in you again was too powerful to contain yourself. And when Andrew’s finger went down between you, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Your head fell against his chest. He brushed your back slowly, with all the love he had for you and couldn’t give you all these past weeks. “Take me away with you Andy.” You mumbled against his skin, kissing it by accident. You knew it was impossible, not because of him but your work. You had to stay there and wait for him to come home.

But it didn’t matter. Because your reunions were always the best.

[slowdownurdoingfine]

A little Andrew Garfield Spider-Man fluffy Drabble to make your day better :) Also my requests are open, I’d love some inspo for more Garfield spidey fics!!

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The bed was far too cold without Peter, even if she wrapped herself all up in the plush duvet. Turning over so her face was in line with her bedside table the clock read 3:00.

Ugh, of course he’s still up and working.

Sitting up on her elbows, she questions if she should even leave their bedroom to go check on him. Looking over at his empty side, she ultimately decides to do so. Pulling up her hair into a messy bun, just to keep it out of her face, she pulls the covers up and stands.

Well if he’s up and working, then I guess now I’ll be up and working.

Walking over and pulling on her old, and favorite, college sweatshirt she rubs her eyes padding over to the top of her dresser. Grabbing the unfinished edits of her large script and her reading glasses, she leaves the room. She fully expects him to be sitting at the island awake and hair messy working on a new article for his publishing company, but instead she peaks over to the sofa and sees him passed out asleep. Letting out a short breath, with the kitchen lights dimly on already, she takes a seat in the kitchen. Grabbing her favorite pen/highlighter combo she gets to work. The script was for a play she was writing which was in final productions. Rehearsals started in three weeks and she wasn’t even halfway finished with her final product. She only needed to revise five more scenes, but to her it felt like a lifetime of work. Putting on her glasses she physics herself up and gets to it. The only thing that can be heard in their small New York apartment is the soft sounds of Peter Parker's breathing and her pen scribbling notes.

About an hour or so into it she decides to put in earbuds and listen to some music, more specifically from the playlist that helped her write her almost two hour long production. With the sounds of Loving and Hozier quietly singing in her ears the work went by quickly. Not quietly enough, apparently, to alert her of the sounds of her sleeping boyfriend waking up. She does hear, though, the sound of the kettle ringing signaling that the hot water was ready. She looks up not bothering to take her earbud out to two mugs set by the stove with tea bags already in them, and Peter arms crossed half-asleep leaned against the counter. Deciding to finally take out the earbuds and pause the music, she quietly calls his name.

“Peter, the water’s ready.” She says.

His eyes shoot open, head shaking and hands running over his face as he lets out a sharp breath. Wordlessly he pours the hot water, putting the kettle back and sliding a mug to her. He leans on the other side of the island his mug in front of him, and looks at her.

“What’re you doing up so late?” He asks, voice rough from waking up.

She just smiles softly looking up at him from the rims of her glasses, silently thanking him for the tea.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I had to finish an article?”

“And did you?”

He cracks a smile, ruffling his hair. “Nope.”

“Hm. Well I guess not finishing an article is a great excuse for leaving me cold and alone in bed.” She chides, lifting the mug and taking a long sip.

“I- Well…” He huffs looking at her “Am sorry.”

She smiles letting out a short breath, accidentally blowing steam into her glasses. Placing the cup down she removes them, folding them neatly and down then on top of her papers.

“That’s what they all say Parker.”

He playfully groans softly, pushing himself off the counter and making his way over to the love of his life.

“Y/N…” he drawls out. With a smile on her face she refuses to look at him. In response he wraps his arms around her chest, leaning his face into the crook of her neck. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

Reaching her half constricted arm up she gently runs her fingers through his brown hair. She tilts her head to lean against his own.

“You can make it up to me though,” she starts, feeling him tighten his embrace as a response. “By coming back to bed with me.”

Before she can even process it he swiftly spins her chair picking her up by her middle. Instinctively her legs wrap around his waist and arms around the back of his neck.

“Peter-!”

“I had to make this right as soon as possible.” He jokes, one arm lifting her with ease as his hand finds the back of her head. His eyes stay trained on hers as he walks the both to the bedroom and all she can do is look back in awe.

“You never fail to surprise me Parker.” She finally says to him after being placed onto her side of the bed. She watches him remove his shirt and turn almost sliding into bed and wrapping her up in his arms.

“I love you too.” He says softly into her hair pulling her into his chest letting out a content exhale.