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Hi! I'd like to request a #12 from the 50 types of kissing prompt list with a Peter Parker x reader, where they're at a friend's house (maybe Ned's) and haven't told anybody they're dating yet and then Ned finds them and . . . fluff . . .? Sorry if that's too specific!
Secret Kiss
A/N; Not too specific at all, I love it!!! I also changed my writing style, just trying something new! ALSO, I’m sorry for not getting it done sooner!
The Kissing Prompt: 12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.
Summary: It’s movie night at Ned’s..Except he walks in on something very..embarrassing.
Warnings: hecca ton of fluff and mild cursingg
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You, Peter, and Ned met up at Ned’s place for another Friday movie night. It was traditional for the four of you, except MJ skipped out on this one. Why? Because she had ‘more important things to do than watch Star Wars for the third time in a row’. It was just a favorite among you three, well more like Peter but you and Ned didn’t want to see him pout all night.
Ned left the room to prepare some popcorn and drinks for the night while you and Peter conversed. Almost as soon as he did, Peter reached over for your hand and gave you a desperate look.
“I want some quick lovin’...I’m craving your kisses, sugar..”
You had to keep yourself from jumping on him right then and there.
“But Peteyyy, we’re in Ned’s room and he might walk in on us.” You tried to reason with him, reminding him the reason why you two were alone in the first place.
“Popcorn takes about three minutes to pop, and he will most likely make two bowls so that will take about six minutes overall.” He quickly replied, a dorky smile on his face like one from an excited pup.
You were surprised how prepared he was, with the calculations and all. You rolled your eyes at your knucklehead boyfriend, with his soft kissable lips puckered out.
“You’re such a catch. What’d I do to deserve you?” You climbed into his lap, legs straddling his waist and hands cupping his face.
His skin tingled under your touch, the love for you growing in his heart.
“You were yourself..” He mumbled and connected your lips.
Your sweet kissing session quickly turned into a heated make-out one in under 2 minutes. Peter’s hands trailed every curve and dip of your body, and muffled groans came from his lips each time you tugged on his soft brown curls.
It didn’t feel like much time passed by until a thump of something hitting the ground and a bowl rolled over to land beside the two of you. You both pulled away to find popcorn scattered across Ned’s bedroom floor and Ned standing in the middle of the doorway with an awestruck look on his face.
“Holy shit..MJ was right..” He breathed out.
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are you a maze runner fan????? :0
I am yes! I got into TMR because of Thomas Brodie-Sangster. I have read the books(other than Fever Code, Kill Order and Crank Palace which I have just found out about) I’ve seen all three movies since it’s the reason why I got into TMR, so I’m a pretty decent fan if I do say so myself :)
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Hi! Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers (nonnegotiable) SPREAD POSITIVITY! 💌🥰
awe mannn in the nicest way possible i hate these,, it takes me a hot minute to think about things i like about myself
- uhmmm i like my writing sometimes not rlly
- i like my art sometimes eh not rllyjherbfsdf
- yea that's all i got
sorry ily tank you
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are you nadia in dIsGuIsE
Alskaksk what😂😂
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ya ofc :D
That's really sweet of you
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Hiiiiiiiiiiiii! May I be part of the family? Jay+ Loki/Nebula/Doctor Strange (prioritized lol) + "I do it because it's kind." Thank youuuuuuuuu!!! 😁😁
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Cool Kids
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Synopsis: you walk in on some domestic bliss between Peter and your little brother
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“Oh, hey.” Peter noticed your brother in the doorway as he sat at your kitchen table. He was still waiting for you to come home, and he assumed he was home alone. Even though he’d been your boyfriend for over a year, he’d never actually seen your brother before.
“You’re Finn right?” Peter continued. “I’m Peter, your sisters, uh, friend. We were gonna study together but she’s running a little late.”
“Yoda.” Finn pointed to the Yoda pin on Peters backpack.
“Yeah.” Peter looked at the pin and nodded. “You like Star Wars?”
“Yes.” Finn nodded.
“I like it too.” Peter smiled. “I wish I had a Yoda of my own. Y/n is kinda like my Yoda though. She makes all my decisions for me, thankfully.”
“Y/n is my sister.” Finn recited. “She is 13 minutes late.”
“Yeah, but that’s okay.” Peter chuckled. “Does she ever watch Star Wars with you?”
“No.” Finn said simply.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Peter leaned on his chair, closer to Finn.
“Yes.” His eyes lit up and he clapped in excitement.
“She doesn’t like it because she’s not as cool as us.” Peter whispered behind his hand.
“Not as cool as us.” He clapped again. “Do you want to see my room? I have lightsabers that make real noises. I have two of them. One is red and one is blue.”
“Uh, of course I want to see your room.” Peter said like it was obvious. Finn turned around and swiftly walked towards his room, and Peter followed.
“You have to wipe your feet three times.” Finn instructed as he wiped his feet three times on the mat in front of his door.
“You got it.” Peter complied as he wiped his feet as well. Peter began to look around and smiled at how similar Finns room looked to his own.
“These are my Legos.” Finn said as he pointed to a shelf lined with Lego sets of all sizes.
“Woah.” Peter gasped as he walked over to the shelf. “You have the Lego Death Star?”
“Yes. It has 3803 pieces and it took me 4 days to make it.” Finn told him.
“You built this all by yourself?” Peter’s eyes widened with impression.
“Yes.” Finn smiled and clapped a few times. “Legos make me happy.”
“They make me happy too.” Peter commented as he gazed at the sets. Finn silently took two lightsabers out of his closet and held them out to Peter.
“Do you want to play lightsabers?” Peter asked him, and he nodded.
“Me too. But only if I can use the red one.” Peter smiled, taking note of all the blue clothes in the closet and assuming his favorite color was blue. Finn clapped again and gave Peter the red lightsaber before jumping into a battle stance. Peter lost track of time as they played with the various toys in Finns room. He was genuinely enjoying himself, and Finn seemed to be as well.
You stepped into Finns room and wiped your feet three times on his mat. When you looked up, you saw Peter swinging Finn around the room while making “pew pew” sounds.
“Hey Y/n.” Peter paused with Finn midair. “We were just…looking for my calculator.”
“Peter is telling a lie.” Finn said simply.
“I can see that.” You chuckled. “I just wanted to let you guys know that the pizza will be here in 20 minutes.”
“Pizza.” Finn clapped as Peter set him down. “The pizza will be here in 20 minutes.”
“Thank you.” Peter stammered, cheeks growing red in embarrassment. You smirked at him before leaving the room and returning to your own.
“I’ll be right back.” Peter said quickly as he rushed to your room.
“Um, hi.” Peter stammered as he leaned against your door. He knew you didn’t like to talk about your brother and he could only assume you were angry with him now.
“Hey.” You said without looking up.
“You’re home?” Peter asked as he sat next to you. “How long have you been here?”
“About an hour.” You shrugged, setting your textbook next to you.
“An hour?” Peter gasped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You looked pretty busy so I’ve just been reviewing by myself.” You fought back a smile as you looked at your boyfriend.
“I wasn’t…I wasn’t busy.” Peter said sheepishly.
“Really? You seemed pretty busy playing with my brother.” You shrugged casually.
“I know.” Peter sighed. “I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary but he asked me-“
“He asked you?” You were taken aback. “My brother asked you to play with him?”
“Yeah.” Peter apologized. “I told him I was there to help you study and he started talking to me about Star Wars and one thing just kinda led to another.”
“He doesn’t let me hug him and he was letting you fly him around the room like an airplane.” You looked at the ceiling as you let out a humorless laugh.
“Actually, I was flying him around the room like the Millennium Falcon.” Peter reluctantly corrected you.
“Peter.” You stood up and rubbed your face.
“I’m sorry.” Peter stood up as well. “He was just so excited to show me his legos and I got carried away. I’m sorry.”
“Peter, I’m not mad.” You told him as you turned around.
“You’re not?”
“No.” You smiled softly. “Not even a little bit.”
“But…” Peter looked confused. “But you never let me meet him before. I thought you didn’t want him to know about me.”
“Peter, my brother has autism.” You told him for the first time. Peter tilted his head in confusion and looked at you skeptically. He was pretty sure that was something you would have told him in the time you’d been dating.
“What?” He asked softly.
“Yeah.” You shrugged. “He’s pretty much non verbal towards everyone but me and my parents. I never let you meet him because he doesn’t like strangers.”
“Oh.” Peter blinked slowly as he put it all together.
“That’s why I let you guys play.” You told him. “He doesn’t have any friends at school since he doesn’t like to talk to anyone. When I came home and saw you guys playing... Peter that was the happiest I have ever seen him. I didn’t want it to stop.’’
“Oh.” Peter said again, with a smile this time. “I had no idea.”
“Because he was so engaged with you.” You gushed with excitement. “I mean, he was talking, letting you touch him, making eye contact. Peter, he rarely looks me in the eyes. Do you know how comfortable he must have been with you to look you in the eyes? And the fact that he asked you to play with him? If he needs something, we usually have to figure it out because he doesn’t like asking for things. I can’t believe this.”
“He’s a really great kid. I could already tell that just from playing with him.” Peter smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You smiled back, but it faded as a sadness settled in your eyes.
“He doesn’t hug you?” Peter asked suddenly as he drew back to something you had said before. You looked down and nodded before frowning at Peter.
“When he was little, we noticed he got really uncomfortable with certain fabrics and textures touching his skin, like the tag on his shirt or rough towels.” You began to explain. “Then it broadened to other forms of contact. He has sensory issues so he doesn’t like it when people touch him. I haven’t hugged him since he was two.”
“I’m sorry.” Peter frowned and kissed your forehead.
“It’s okay.” You sighed as you pulled him into a hug. Peter rubbed your back comfortingly as you squeezed him back.
“The pizza is here.” Finn opened your door suddenly. “The pizza costs $13.67.”
“Thanks Finn.” You smiled at your brother as you wiped a tear off your cheek. “We’ll be right there.”
“You’re crying.” Finn stated. “Are you sad? Crying means sad.”
“No, I’m not sad.” You wiped your face and smiled at him. “I’m okay. See? Happy.”
“Finn, why don’t you come in here.” Peter said suddenly as he opened his arms. You looked at Peter curiously as he scooped up Finn and held him on his hip. Your mouth opened a little in surprise, not used to seeing your brother touching people.
“You know how we said Star Wars were cool?” Peter asked Finn.
“Yes.” Your brother nodded.
“You know what’s even cooler?” Peter looked between you and Finn. “Group hugs.”
Your lips tugged into a smile as you watched your brother hang on to every word Peter said. Finn looked at you without making eye contact and slowly opened his free arm.
“Is the material of my sweater okay?” You asked him carefully.
“It’s okay.” He nodded, and that was all you needed. You stepped into the hug and wrapped your arms around your little brother. A tear slipped down your cheek as you rubbed his back, taking in the scent you hadn’t smelled in years. A small noise emitted from the back of his throat and you pulled away, knowing he was uncomfortable.
“Thanks Finn.” You smiled at him to show him you were happy. “Let’s go get the pizza.”
Finn ran out the the room, leaving you and Peter alone.
“I’m sorry if that was-“
You cut Peter off by pulling him into a kiss to thank him for what he had done. Peter happily kissed you back as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“That was perfect.” You assured him in a whisper. “Thank you.”
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The Autocomplete Interview
Summary → your favorite thing about interviews is how cuddly tom gets afterwards, almost like he’s a life size teddy bear.
Warning(s) → literally nothing but fluff and tom getting teased by the reader and zendaya
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Tom has his arms wrapped around your waist, rocking your bodies while the makeup team touches up your eyes and hair. He’s in a conversation with Harry and Zendaya, occasionally humming as if he thinks you’ve said something, before he goes back to them. It’s heartwarming.
Buzzfeed is your last interview of the afternoon, and then you’re free until nightfall when you’re expected at the Hilton across town for another round of press. It’s days like these that remind you of elementary school field trips, only instead of an ugly yellow school bus that was kept together by duct tape, you’re riding coach.
When both you and Zendaya are cleared for camera, you bring Tom towards the chairs, shoving him back, and forcing him down on the one furthest left. A few laughs go around, watching your boyfriend get shoved around in his expensive slacks and neon yellow turtleneck. You’d teased him earlier about the denim jacket he wore, asking if he took it straight from your closet back home. He grinned as if you we’re the funniest thing he’d come across, placing wet kisses into your skin until you begged him to stop, laughing nonsensically and promising he looked ‘hella hot’.
After a sound check, and a screen test to make sure none of you we’re washed out, cameras counted down from three. You squeezed Tom’s hand twice before you dropped it, eyes directly down the barrel of the camera.
“Hey, it’s Zendaya here.”
“Y/N”
“Tom Holland.”
Your boyfriend sounds entirely british as he pushes his fingertips together in his lap. He's tired, the long day wearing him thin. You can’t wait to strip your skin of makeup, let your dress fall in a pool around your ankles, and take a much deserved nap in his arms. As much as you love press, and being with your friends, you need your boyfriend's skin against yours. You need to decompress before you start all over again at sundown.
“And we’re uh, about to do our,” Zendaya looks to you, grin on her face. She’s tired, you all are, but unlike you she’s miles away from anyone to cuddle with. Maybe you’ll ditch Tom, fall asleep with Zendaya instead.
“Wired,”
“Autocomplete,”
“Interview.”
Zendaya’s handed the cardstock first, questions for Tom beneath strips of paper. You shudder, the same as Tom, when she scratches her fingers along the board and peels the paper away. You’re hardly as dramatic as your boyfriend, who coils into himself and raises his hands to his ears. You laugh, but your spine is still cold from the hideous noise. Your hand reaches out, and you tenderly pat him on the thigh.
A joke about your wedding comes into mind, but you pocket it for later, not willing to risk your intimacy making it into the final cut of the interview. You may be open about your relationship, and the fact that yes, you are banging Tom, but you’re still reserved with most things in your life-- including the engagement ring that’s tucked away back at your London apartment. Maybe one day, after the wedding, you’ll be open to sharing the ring, but for now, it’s your perfect little secret.
“Alright, first question. Does Tom Holland do his own stunts?”
“I do actually, I do my own stunts, but there are some stunts that I can’t do,” Tom’s eyes shift to you when you mumble beneath your breath, entirely displeased with the many times he’s come home hurt after he insisted that he could do his own stunts. He had too much faith and pride in his limited gymnastics background, “and then I have my stunt double Greg and Luke, who are incredibly talented, and have made some of the action sequences in this film, I would say, some of the most incredible sequences ever. Um, yeah, so I do do my own stunts, but I can’t take full credit.”
You smile softly, proud of all the work your boyfriend puts into not only his projects, but keeping himself in shape so the filming process isn’t so grueling. He’s missed out on a lot of sleep, but he takes his wins with his losses. He’s somebody you look up to.
“Does Tom Holland play video games?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes. You look towards your partner expectantly, lips coiled into an unimpressed pout. He’s the worst. No matter the hour, if he has a console with him, he’s chatting to Harrison until you either unplug the system, or crawl into his lap and beg with him to come to bed-- usually it’s the latter, but Harrison’s heard quite a few squabbles take place in your flat.
“You know, every now and then.” He shrugs, and your jaw drops. You raise your eyebrows, eyes locked with his. His cheeks flush, but nothing needs to be said. Your expression give away that his habit of video games is definitely more than a ‘once and a while’ occurrence.
Zendaya laughs, shaking her head at the pair of you before she pulls another sticker off of the board, looking down at the next question, “Does Tom Holland have a spidey sense?”
“If he did, he wouldn’t have answered the last question lying through his teeth.” You say before Tom has a chance to respond. Your boyfriend, ever the bashful boy, ducks his head down into his hands as he laughs, shoulders shaking.
You bear a smile at Zendaya, subtly winking. You’ve seen the compilation videos of YouTube and Instagram. You know that the fans have caught onto your relationship with the former disney star. You’d be lying if you said friendship wasn’t built on the foundations of picking on Tom, but your boyfriend could handle the heat. If he couldn’t, he wouldn’t be in the kitchen.
Somehow, you make it through the first round of questions for each of you. Zendaya’s cracked jokes, but your social timer is running low. Tom can tell. You’ve stopped laughing at the little things, only offering small smiles and giggles. His hand wants to hold yours, rub circles into your skin as a promise that it’ll be over soon, but he can’t. He won’t let the world in on such a private moment. You already share so much of yourselves.
“How did Y/N become famous?” Zendaya read off a question, eyes lightning up as she nudged you with her elbow.
“Uh, Disney Channel.” You responded, a cheeky twitch in your lips as you tilted your head towards Zendaya. You hadn’t actually had a history with the company, but for whatever reason a rumor had spread that you and Zendaya went up for the same role back in 2009. You hadn’t, but you poked fun at the obscure lie as often as you could.
“Who is Y/N dating?”
“Tom Holland. Somebody’s gotta do his wash, and I don’t think Harry wants the job again.” You taunt, your boyfriend scoffing as he crosses his arms over his chest and sends you a sweet pout. You grin, tapping your thigh with your finger twice, a silent saying of I Love You.
“What is Y/N’s favorite color?”
You laugh, reminded of a question Zendaya got earlier about what she’s been up to. Sometimes, people's intense interest in your lives was confusing. You didn’t think yourself to be entertaining, but the millions of follows and fans who dedicated hours to edits and draws said otherwise. “Purple.”
“Who is Y/N’s favorite Holland?”
The three of you burst out laughing, your forearms resting on your thighs as you came back to yourself. The questions towards you were random, but the ones directed towards you provoked the most laughs. “I-- Besides Tom? I think it’s quite obvious who my favorite is, if we’re including him. Sam. Sam’s my favorite.”
You smile when the cameras cut, concluding your interviews for the afternoon. Tom pulls you back into his arms, whispering in your ear about how he can't wait to cuddle, curl up in your bed and sleep for a few uninterrupted hours before you’re sent back through the grueling process. You wouldn’t change your job for the world. Especially not when the constant conversation tires Tom out, and makes your already sweet boyfriend a life size teddy bear.
When you finally make it back to your hotel room, your eyes are barely open. You took your makeup off in the bus, and before Tom had even closed the hotel door you were kicking your high heels off and pleading with him to unzip your dress. He laughed, pulling his jacket off before he stepped up behind you. Letting it fall to the floor in a pool around your ankles, his arms wrap around you and tug you back into his chest.
“I love you, you goof.” You mumble against his lips, turning your head to the side so you can kiss him just as sweetly as he holds you. His sweater is soft beneath your bear skin, but you shiver anyways with the new lack of clothing.
“I love you more, Princess.”
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rain
summary- just you and newt doing sweet things in the rain.
warnings- fluff, minho and thomas being confused at newt’s actions, and me being a simp for newt but let’s be real that’s nothing new there :)
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“newt, no.”
“newt, yes.”
you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who had his hands intertwined with yours. a wide smile was plastered on his face, as he tried to drag you from underneath the shelter into the open field of the glade. on any normal day you would of loved to spend time in the wide space. but, not when it’s raining down. heavily.
“i don’t want to get wet!” you complained.
he nodded, walking further into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist. minho and thomas were in the kitchen too, cringing at the sight in front of them.
“get a room!” minho shouted over the heavy platter of raindrops falling onto the roof.
you turned to face the duo, “we were here first, shank.”
“i can’t believe you want to go out there! look at it!” thomas added, shivering and gesturing to the rain pouring down.
shrugging, you turned to face your boyfriend, who suddenly became suspiciously quiet. he met your eyes, and you noticed a slight mischievous glimmer in them. you knew he was thinking about something.
“newt, what’s-“
you barely got to finish your words before a yelp left your mouth, as newt picked you up from your waist, carrying you bridal style towards the door. your eyes went wide, as realisation hit you on what newt was about to do.
“newt, don’t you dare go-“
“it’ll be fine!”
and before you could bark back another comment, he walked outside into the rain. you closed your eyes, immediately feeling your hair and clothes becoming drenched with water and wincing as you were overcome with a sudden feeling of cold. only the soft touch of your newt’s arm around your waist, kept you slightly warm. slightly. not a lot.
opening your eyes carefully, you excepted the fact you were now dripping with water, and realised you and newt were in the middle of the glade. he placed you down gently, a wide smile on his face, as he kept his arms protectively around your waist.
looking up through your lashes, that were starting to stick together from the rain, you realised how adorable newt was in this moment. not that he wasn’t in any moment. but the way his once blonde hair, which was already soaked, started to curl at the ends. and how strands of hair fell in-front of his glowing face, covering his honey orbs. and his little button nose, which had water droplets dripping off from the end. as well as his iconic white hoodie, that was sticking to his body, causing you to just see the outline to his defined muscles. in that moment he looked stunning.
but, that smile. god. that dorky cute, contagious smile. you haven’t seen newt with a smile this wide in ages. he seems carefree. like he’s allowing happiness to course through his body. all the stress and worry’s of being a second in command or if we’ll ever get out of this weird place, washing away from his mind.
it was a beautiful sight.
“not that bad after all then, ‘ey?” he chuckled, voice croaking.
you shook your head, laughing slightly. “yeah, i suppose so. but, i won’t be happy if i get a cold.”
newt hummed, still giggling, before using his arms still around your hips to pull you closer to his body, which had a warmth radiating off it. you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulder, as your head buried itself in his chest, smiling at how warm you suddenly felt.
“feeling better, darling?” newt asked, his accent becoming thicker, and your arms tightened slightly around his neck, to stop yourself from falling at the angelic sound. newt noticed this little action, and smiled to himself.
“much,” you leaned back, “thank you.”
he nodded, placing a quick peck on your lips, before you both went to the position you were in before- cuddling standing up.
“are they mental?” thomas shouted. “they’re literally mental! aren’t they?”
minho shrugged, “it’s called love, greenie.”
thomas sighed, “i’ve been here for weeks so stop calling me gree-“
“oi!” fry cut him off, who was in a building opposite the two runners.
“let newt and y/n be in love, without your bickering interrupting them, greenie!��
thomas barked back another sarcastic remark, but newt chuckling above you, moved your attention back to him.
“i still can’t believe we’re living with a bunch of slintheads.” newt commented, having heard the commotion.
“speaking of slintheads, why are we here? in the pouring rain?” you leaned back, with a questioning look.
“what, am i not allowed to do normal couple things with the love of my life?” newt teased, sticking his tongue out.
“i didn’t say that.” you replied.
newt chuckled, before stopping.
“i-i don’t know. i just had a sudden urge to go out into the rain with you. i-i know it sounds so bloody corny, doesn’t it?”
“no,” you shook your head, grinning, “it’s cute. you’re cute.”
newt brought his hands up from your waist to your cheeks, looking deeply into your eyes. you’ve been with newt for months now, and yet he still has the power. the capability to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. to make your knees buckle. to make your heart rate increase so much that your palms start to sweat. you’re completely and utterly madly in love with him. and he is too. you breath hitched, as he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, eyes tracing your features, before leaning down and whispering in a hoarse voice...
“kiss me.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing his hoodie collar and yanking his head down to meet yours, as soon as thunder erupted from up above. but, you didn’t care. too lost in the feeling of his plump, heavenly lips on yours. you lost all track of time, not even realising your hands were being lifted, to be placed on newt’s cheeks, before you felt him softly hum and kiss you deeper.
the kiss was passionate. yet not rushed. you had all the time in the world. you had all the time in the world to pour every ounce of emotion into the movement of your lips. every thought that crossed your mind about the british boy, who was now putty in your arms. every memory. every time you felt happiness. sadness. love. you hoped newt could feel how much you truly care for him. and the way he mumbled ‘i love you’ over and over again, between shallow breaths, made you realise that he does know.
as much as you didn’t want. as much as your body screamed at you to not pull away. the lack of air was starting to affect your lungs, so you pulled back, breaking the kiss instantly as you both took a deep inhale of air. your eyes were closed, as you tried to gather all the oxygen you lost, back into your body. you could hear newt’s soft pants, and you opened your eyes to see his brows furrowed. you took this moment to admire him again. and you wanted to pinch yourself in that second. you couldn’t believe the most cutest and kindest boy was yours to love.
you were one lucky shank.
his eyes fluttered open, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks as your eyes were already locked on his.
“that was...” you started, not really knowing what to say.
“breathtaking?” he finished, still breathing heavily.
“you could say that.” you chuckled.
newt leaned his forehead against yours, placing a quick peck on your nose, causing it to crinkle.
“you make me so happy, y/n, i-i...”
your heart panged as you heard his voice waver, and you placed a finger on his lips, already knowing what he’s trying to say to you.
“you make me so happy too.”
and as the rain poured down, some what heavier than before, newt leaned down to place his lips against yours again, and you knew you would be by newt’s side. forever.
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a/n- i finished the crank palace the other day, and i just needed to write a fluffy imagine. this was going to turn into an angst one, but newt deserves the world <3 thank you for reading!
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you’re back
five hargreeves x reader
requested: @generouswombyrat
prompts: 19- “oh, and s/he’s totally in love with you.”
again i changed the prompt up a bit, but i think it’s close enough
summary: when five returns from the future, old feelings resurface
warnings: fluff fluff fluff, a dash of angst. for once there isn’t any cursing (i’m pretty sure) lmao
word count: 1.5k
a/n: a few changes to the universe ig: five returns around the same age as the siblings, and not in his thirteen y/o body. reader is not one of the adopted ones, and not one of the forty-three. i was actually working on this all week while sitting in my classes lol. i really hope it meets expectations, i really like it myself. alrighty, enjoy!
the musical voice of tiffany darwish can be heard throughout the house, muffled through the walls of five’s childhood bedroom. you stand at the window, looking out at the fire escape you used to climb up, just to hang out with him.
with a sigh, you turn around to look at the rest of the room. it’s spotless. you assume it has been for a while now. grace definitely kept up with the whole house, even with all of the kids gone. there was no layer of dust, all of the old uniforms in the closet are still ironed. it brings you back to those days, and it’s hard to believe that it’s been sixteen years since he disappeared.
you can remember that day like yesterday, yet you were only thirteen then.
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you looked up at the fire escape, taking a short breath. you have done this for years, and you had perfected the technique of getting your coffee and donuts past the ladder to the first platform.
the bag of donuts is held in your teeth, freeing one of your hands. the other holds the tray of the coffees, and you carefully put a foot on the first rung of the ladder, before grabbing on to the side it and pulling yourself.
it used to be a slow process, but you have mastered it by now. slide your hand up, and step up a few more rungs. when you got close enough, you placed the tray and donuts on the platform and climbed the rest of the way. luckily, the rest of the way up was stairs.
when you got to the window and knocked on the glass a few times, you expected five to open it like always, but instead it was vanya who appeared.
your eyebrows furrowed as she pushed the window open, and you hesitantly climbed in. sitting on the sill and silently dropping to the floor, to avoid the risk of his father finding out that you were here. “vanya? where’s five?”
she seemed nervous, which you thought was weird. you slowly placed the food on his desk as she played with her fingers.
“he’s- he’s gone, y/n.”
you think you’ve heard her wrong. you had to. there was just no way.
“what?” you question in disbelief, hating the small crack in your voice. “what do you mean, ‘gone’? what do you mean?” you sound more desperate the more you speak.
“he ran out.” she explains, avoiding eye contact. “during dinner. he was arguing with dad about time travel and he just- he just left.”
you fall onto the edge of his bed, feeling the tears beginning to swell in your eyes. “no.” you whisper to yourself, “no!”
before you know it, you’re sobbing, and vanya is at your side to comfort you.
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you bite your lip as the memory rises to the surface. sitting on the bed, you focus on the lyrics playing.
i think we’re alone now
the beating of our hearts is the only sound
the music stops as there’s a loud rumble is heard outside. the whole house feels like it’s shaking and outside, there is flashing blue light that floods into the room through the window.
you run down the stairs, and into the large courtyard. there, in the sky, is a glowing blue portal type thing.
“what is it?” you hear vanya ask.
“don’t get too close!” allison’s voice, and then,
“yeah, no shit.”
luther pushes past everyone, looking up at the thing. “looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. either that or a miniature black hole. one of the two.”
“pretty big difference there, paul bunyan.” diego tells him.
“out of the way!” klaus comes running out of the house, and you quickly step to the side as he rushes forward with a fire extinguisher, spraying at the anomaly before giving up and just throwing it in. it disappears.
“what is that gonna do?” you shout over the loud rumbling.
“i don’t know,” klaus shrugs, a whine in his tone, “do you have a better idea?”
electricity starts to crackle around the portal, and klaus is falling back behind everyone again.
“everybody get behind me.” luther commands, and you don’t mind listening to him for once, but of course diego has to step in front too.
“i vote for running, come on!” klaus yells.
you watch as you can see a person pushing through before falling onto the ground from the portal.
as if it didn’t happen, the thunder and electricity in the air disappear, and all of you step forward towards the man. your eyebrows furrow as you think you recognize him while he is standing up.
“does anyone else see...” klaus points towards him, “he looks like a grown up five.”
your eyes widen as you realize that he’s right. “oh my god.” you rush forward, grabbing him and crushing him in a hug. “oh my god, you’re back!”
“they’re totally in love with each other.” you can hear klaus say it, and your face suddenly feels hot, but you choose to ignore it.
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you’re back in his room, and the memory of him disappearing that day is replaced by all of the good times you had together. thinking about what klaus said, you think that he just might be right. you felt it when you were younger- of course you didn’t realize what it was at the time. you felt like a kid again. heart racing at the sight of him... all grown up.
yet he still looked like your five.
“i missed you.” your voice is surprisingly quiet as you lay on your back next to him, staring up at the ceiling as you play with your fingers that rest on your stomach.
“i missed you too.” his voice is quiet as well, and you turn your head ever so slightly to catch a small glimpse at him.
biting your lip for a moment, you think about what to say. “where were you?” you decide to ask, and you can tell that the question makes him tense for a moment.
he takes a glance at you, before taking a deep breath. “i got stuck in the future.” he tells you, and your eyebrows furrow slightly.
“stuck?” you repeat.
“yeah.” he gives a small nod with the confirmation, “i overestimated myself, and the consequences were like some sort of sick punishment. i should have just listened to that old man.”
there’s quiet for a moment as you wonder what he meant by a punishment. turning on your side, you look at him. “what do you mean? was it not just… normal?”
his head turns and his eyes meet yours, and you can see some sort of pain in them. “it was an apocalypse.”
you’re stunned into silence, and your lips just hang apart as you try to process his confession. “i don’t know how it happened, but there was fire and everything was just crumbled to the ground and-” he gulps slightly, and your eyes soften, “i saw all of them. dead.”
“oh my god, five.” you know who he meant, and you can only imagine what he felt in that moment. your hand meets his and you hold it softly. “i’m so sorry.”
“it wasn’t your fault.” you can feel his grip around your hand tighten slightly. “i just wish i wasn’t stupid enough to actually try that.”
“well...” you pause for a moment, not exactly sure what to say. “you’re back now, and that’s all that matters.” of course it’s not all that matters. he must have gathered so much trauma over the sixteen years he was stuck in a literal wasteland… you couldn’t imagine having to go through that.
he’s quiet for a second, before he turns on his side as well and your eyes meet. it was like staring into the past. “it is.” his agreement is surprising, but it makes you smile softly.
a long silence falls, and it feels like you’re just staring into his eyes for what could be hours, but in reality it was only really a few minutes or even less.
you take a shaky breath. “can i kiss you?” the question slips from your mouth unexpectedly, and you nearly slap yourself in the face. “god, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-”
you aren’t able to finish your apology for the words you blurted out because he had leaned forward and caught your lips in his.
it seemed like something you were waiting for for years. maybe you were. it felt right.
it doesn’t last long enough for you, but you feel like the oxygen has been sucked from your body as you open your eyes to look at him. a small smile spreads across your face.
“i’m glad you’re back.”
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Anchor - Part 13
Five Hargreeves x Reader
Masterlist with the other parts
See part one for important notes
A/N: Oh I know you guys have been waiting quite some time for this part, and I'm sorry it took me this long. But I really didn't have much time lately and I haven't been able to focus. But anyway, it's finally here, I truly hope you like it. And I have to say that the next part might take some extra time to be posted too, but don't worry, I won't stop writing ♥. If you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know. ♥
The first rays of sun painted the sky and birds could already be heard from outside. The curtains from the open window flew with the slight breeze that was coming in. The cold air made Five snuggle just a tad closer to the comfortable warmth beside him.
About a minute passed before his sleepy brain realized what just happened. Five tensed even before opening his eyes. The boy took in the feeling of an arm holding him close, a hand clasped loosely around his own, and soft and steady breathing just beside him.
Five's eyes opened and his heart almost stopped. It took everything in him to not full-on panic right then and there. She was so close. Y/N was laying beside him, their noses just barely touching and she was holding him. Five felt the skin in his hand prickle. What happened last night? He couldn't remember, he knew he definitely didn't fall asleep like this.
The boy felt his breathing become ragged and anxious. He felt lost, scared even. He shouldn't be here. He wanted to, but shouldn't. Five closed his eyes and gulped trying to calm down, he never woke up having someone beside him. He analyzed Y/N's features for a moment, she looked so peaceful, so relaxed... So beautiful.
Five's expression softened, and he gently touched her nose with his. He would gladly wake up to this every morning if he could. He felt guilty for wishing that, but it was inevitable.
With the softest movements he could muster, Five freed himself from her grasp. His chest tightened in protest, telling him to go back to her.
Sitting up on the bed, Five looked at her. Bringing one of his hands up to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes, he lightly caressed her cheek and brought her blanket up to her shoulders to protect her from the cold. Five let out a long sigh as he buried his face in his shaky hands. Feeling a drop of wetness escape his eye.
He wanted to punch himself. For getting so attached to her, for letting his lonely heart fall for her. He tried to deny but it was impossible now. Five curled on himself, bringing his knees to his chest, he was desperate. He told himself he had no right to feel like this towards her, that it was wrong and he didn't even deserve it. And yet the feeling never left. Five's heart was already hers.
If someone told him before that he would fall in love with a girl like this, he would laugh, say it was impossible. But he didn't take into account how damaged he was, how much he needed affection. And when she gave it to him...
Five shook his head and chuckled. He didn't know what was worse. Realizing that he loved her, or the fact that she would never love him back.
Shame and guilt washed over him as Five wiped his eyes and got up from the bed. His chest hurt with every beat of his heart as he looked at Y/N's sleeping form.
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Y/N's eyes opened not too long after Five left. The girl instantly felt the empty space beside her, stretching her hand on the mattress where Five should be. She cursed herself for being so tired and not hearing him leave.
Sitting up on the bed, she stretched herself and ran a hand through her messy hair. Looking out the window to the rising sun, Y/N assumed it was still kinda early in the morning.
After she went to the bathroom and fixed herself, she made her way to Elliott's kitchen, and could already hear people talking there.
"... We only have one option. It's time to get The Umbrella Academy back together" Five's voice echoed through the kitchen as Y/N reached the room and braced herself on the threshold.
Diego and Luther were sitting at the table, Luther was eating a very large plate of scrambled eggs. Elliot was just beside Y/N and Five was braced in the counter with a coffee mug in his hand. "Morning guys" Y/N's sleepy voice greeted them.
"Hey Y/N" Diego smiled at her.
"You're.." Luther started, pointing an unsure finger at the girl's direction.
"Y/N. Klaus's friend, remember?" The girl smiled at him.
"Right" the big man smiled back and put another spoonful of eggs into his mouth. "Hey, can one of you get Allison please?"
Diego's eyes widened at his brother as he leaned a bit closer. "You two still a thing?"
As the two talked, Y/N walked to the counter to grab herself a cup of coffee as well, which was just behind Five. The girl's eyes regarded him with certain insecurity behind them. Five was tense. For all she knew, he could be mad about what happened last night.
"Morning Five" Y/N gave him a half-smile when she stopped just in front of him.
He didn't meet her eyes, his fingers holding the mug started to go white. Five stepped aside so she could reach the coffee pot. "Y/N" was all he said.
Pouring coffee into her mug, Y/N bit her lip in nervousness. Holding the mug between both her hands, she turned to face Five noticing he was wearing his uniform again. For some reason that brought a tiny smile to her lips, and she reached out a hand to touch his arm, but he took a small step away from her.
Five clenched his jaw and tried not to show any emotions on his face, even if he was feeling a million of them. "I'll get Allison" The boy put his mug down and walked past Y/N like she wasn't even there.
"Can you uh- get Vanya without squeezing her to death?" He stopped and looked at Luther.
The big man gave him a humorless laugh. "I'll try"
Five just nodded and started to walk away.
"Five, I'll go with-" Y/N started, but before she could finish, Five was gone. The girl scoffed and closed her eyes with an annoyed smile on her face.
Diego smirked at Luther upon seeing what happened, but Luther only shot him a confused glare.
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"I'm not eating that" Y/N whispered to Vanya. Them both, and Luther, were sitting beside each other on Elliott's couch. While Diego sat in an armchair as Elliott excitedly shared the story behind an ambrosia he had just made. But it looked more like some kind of gone wrong slime.
"If we have some will you shut up?" Diego said with a bored voice.
"Maybe" Elliott proceed to put some of his ambrosia in a bowl.
"How are you feeling?" Luther turned to Vanya.
"Pretty shitty to be honest"
"Where would you say you are on a scale from one to... Ending all life on this planet?" Diego stepped in, turning a knife in his hand.
"Diego, stop with the knife, she's fine" Y/N complained.
"Last time I saw her she had me suspended mid-air, sucking the life out of me with energy tentacles" he continued to play with his knife. "I think I'm allowed a little time to process"
"I would like to see an energy tentacle" Elliott said, amazed.
"You wouldn't" Y/N whispered to him.
"I don't remember what I did, but I'm sorry... If that means anything" Vanya sat up straight and said with an honest voice.
"It does" Diego's expression softened all of a sudden. "I'm just going through a lot right now"
Before anyone could say anything else. The front door from downstairs was opened and they all could hear people talking coming in.
A sweet "hello?" Could be heard as Vanya, Diego, and Elliott got up and looked down at the new arrivals.
"Oh, I know this is impossible but... Did we all get sexier?" A shiver ran through Y/N's body as she heard her friend's voice, she got up so fast she almost got dizzy and ran to the railings to look down.
Five, Allison and... Klaus stood downstairs, looking up at them. Y/N could already feel tears welling up in her eyes. "Klaus?" She said almost out of breath.
Klaus's eyes met hers and his expression softened. "Y/N" his hand came up to his mouth and he slowly walked to the stairs.
"Oh my god" the girl said as she ran down the stairs as fast as she could to meet her friend, almost falling down in the process when she slipped in one of the steps.
Y/N threw herself at Klaus and clutched to him like her life depended on it. The tears now falling free from her eyes while she held the fabric of his shirt between her shaky fingers. "I missed you so much" the girl chuckled amongst her tears.
Klaus held her body against his just as tight. One hand on her back and the other holding her head in a comforting manner, he closed his eyes and buried his head on her shoulder. "I missed you too, so goddamn much" he smiled as his own eyes filled with salty wetness.
Five watched his brother and Y/N with curious eyes. Feeling a weird sensation in his chest upon seeing them both so... Close.
All the siblings greeted each other as well and also shared some curious looks, none of them has ever seen Klaus be so sentimental with someone.
Y/N pulled away from her friend but her hands remained on his chest as a means to make sure he wouldn't disappear. "I- I love your hair" the girl said with a big smile, admiring Klaus's new look.
"I love yours too" the man said as he used his thumbs to clean what was left of Y/N's tears and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
Five's breath hitched when he saw that, he felt uncomfortable and had to look away. "Let's get down to business" he said and made his way upstairs.
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Thank you for reading ♥ the next part should be out soon. And if you have any idea about how this story should progress or anything you would like to see in it, please send me an ask or message and I’d be happy to include it. All opinions and feedback are appreciated ♥
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Is your fam looking for another kid👉🏽👈🏽🥺
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Well, I have a wifey but lemme ask 👉🏻👈🏻
What do you guys think? 🥺🥺
@notsosmexy @cicicantblog @perspectiveparker @scribble-stars @catchingflames-with-plasticcups @yesimaunicorn @freevoidprofessorscissors @crackheadcastdirector I'm trying to find two other ppls @/ but I don't know it because they changed themmmm
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4, 10, and 18 for the v-day asks :D
Thank you somuch for sending Jay!!!!! :D
4. what was your first kiss like?
I- would you believe if I told you that I’ve never had my first kiss?
10. favorite milkshake flavor?
Strawberry, just plain strawberry no matter what if I ever order a milkshake that’s the one I order
18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?
See if this was just chocolate or vanilla I’d choose vanilla but red velvet is here and despite not having any memories of ever trying red velvet I choose that one!
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hi what's your favorite song
Hi lovely! I wish I could say but I don’t even think I could pick a favorite artist😂
Ask me anything
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boom is this random enough for ya
😂 yeah, that’s very random and beautiful, thank you ♥️
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for soft sunday: can I get a peter parker blurb where reader and peter are studying for an upcoming test, but reader falls asleep because it's late, so peter put her to bed, tuck her in and while doing it he tells her how grateful he is for having her in his life. I really need that kind of softness right now lmao.
peter scanned the open textbook on his lap, searching for a question he could quiz you on. he was over at your house studying for a test you had next week, and he wasn’t going to lie - he was pretty nervous. you were his best friend, and it didn’t help that he was just a little bit madly in love with you.
“got one,” he announced, reaching for his pencil. “what is the average mass of a neutron?” when you had no response, he looked up. he smiled to himself when he saw your eyes were half closed, your face dropping into your hands.
peter tapped you on the nose with his pencil eraser, and you jolted awake. he had to press his lips together to keep from laughing out loud. “good morning,” he teased, earning an eye roll from you.
“what was the question?” you said sleepily. peter’s heart fluttered. all he could think about was how cute you looked and sounded when you were half awake, and how he wanted to hold you every night and kiss you awake every morning.
“what’s the average mass of a neutron?” he repeated. you bit your lip in thought, then gave the correct answer moments later. peter smiled dopily. you were so smart.
fifteen minutes of you and peter working in a comfortable silence, and you were drifting off again. peter was quietly tapping his pencil against the textbook pages, and the oddly soothing sound was lulling you to sleep.
the next time peter asked you a question, he looked up to find you fast asleep, slumped over in your chair and with half of your face buried in the sleeve of your hoodie. peter lovingly noted how you’d stolen his hoodie, and made a mental reminder to “accidentally” forget it again.
“okay,” he murmured, shoving his textbook and notebooks aside. “no more studying for you.” he gently lifted your arms and took away your books and pencils, placing them on your desk.
peter scooped you up by the waist and carried you bridal style over to your bed, stepping over your backpack in the process. “you work too hard,” he whispered as he pulled back the covers. he placed you on the bed and brushed your hair out of your face. “i really admire that about you.”
he got up and pulled the covers back over you, tucking you in. “i’ve always admired you, actually,” he continued, blushing a little as he spoke. he sat next to you on the bed, smiling as you curled up under the blankets. “i could probably never say this to you while you’re conscious. i-i’d be too scared.”
peter reached up to stroke your cheek lovingly. “i don’t tell you this as often as i should, y/n/n, but i’m so glad you’re in my life. really. you’d probably think i’m just saying that, but i’m serious. i-i dunno what i’d do without you, and i love you so much.” he leaned in to lightly kiss your cheek. “i hope i can be in your life for as long as you’ll have me.”
“i love you too,” you murmured in your sleep, reaching up to take his hand. startled, peter laughed nervously.
“aren’t you asleep?” he asked, surprised.
“was,” you mumbled. “goin’ back to sleep. cuddle me.” oops. you didn’t mean for the last part to slip out, but you were glad it did as peter chuckled, pulled his shirt over his head and slipped into bed with you.
you wrapped your arms around his bare waist as he pulled you close. you buried your face in his chest and dozed off again, smiling as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
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