Warnings- Fluff, Christmas, brief mention of toxic family and drugs and alcohol
Summary- (Y/n) grew up in a warm part of Australia with a toxic family life so she’s never had the good experiences of Christmas. Now that she’s in New York her co-worker and crush Bucky decides to show her what Christmas is all about.
Word Count- 3,060
Prompt- “I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once.”
A/N- This was written for my final story in Creative Writing. It’s the longest story I’ve ever written (and finished) and I did it within a week. I hope this isn’t trash, I haven’t really edited it or anything other than changing the name of the character.
It’s also for @angelhaz11 and @the-southernbelle‘s Holiday Rom-Com Writing Challenge! I love you guys and hope you enjoy this, despite me writing it while being stressed out from finals and rushing through it within a week. The prompt is in bold!
Warnings- Fluff, Christmas, brief mention of toxic family and drugs and alcohol
Summary- (Y/n) grew up in a warm part of Australia with a toxic family life so she’s never had the good experiences of Christmas. Now that she’s in New York her co-worker and crush Bucky decides to show her what Christmas is all about.
Word Count- 3,060
Prompt- “I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once.”
A/N- This was written for my final story in Creative Writing. It’s the longest story I’ve ever written (and finished) and I did it within a week. I hope this isn’t trash, I haven’t really edited it or anything other than changing the name of the character.
It’s also for @angelhaz11 and @the-southernbelle‘s Holiday Rom-Com Writing Challenge! I love you guys and hope you enjoy this, despite me writing it while being stressed out from finals and rushing through it within a week. The prompt is in bold!
(Y/n) grew up in Australia, so when it got cold in New York it was hard to get used to. She wasn’t used to below freezing temperatures and having frost on her windshield. (Y/n) had bought a heavy-duty coat for the first time in her life.
She had moved to New York to get away from her toxic family, getting a life of her own without being forced into what either of her divorced parents wanted. Finding a job should have been hard, but then she met Natasha, who had given her boss a good word for (Y/n) and gotten her a job. It was a normal office job for a company, but it paid well and all of the workers were nice and were practically a family.
The only downside was her crush on her co-worker Bucky. He was handsome and sweet, one of the most polite men she had ever met. He and his friend Steve were inseparable, one would almost think they were a couple, but if you knew them you’d know they weren’t.
Sometimes (Y/n) felt like she didn’t belong. The group has known each other for years, and she only showed up a few months ago. Her co-workers were all quick to make her feel welcome though. They always included her in things and tried to inform her of things that had happened in the past.
December came, and everyone was full-on into the Christmas spirit. (Y/n) didn’t really understand it. Her family never celebrated Christmas, so while all of her friends celebrated she watched them in jealousy, wanting that love and joy that everyone else talks about around the Christmas season.
First, it was Secret Santa. Everyone drew names from a hat, a Christmas one of course, and they would have to get a fitting gift for the person they got by Christmas. (Y/n) felt panic when she drew Bucky’s name from the hat. What would Bucky want for Christmas? She doesn’t even know what kind of gift you give in this game.
When she asked Natasha, and all she did was smirk. “Why don’t you figure out for yourself? He doesn’t bite.”
The first time (Y/n) is introduced to snow, she’s in awe. She gasps and goes up to the big windows, watching the white flurries of snow fall gradually to the ground.
Bucky comes up by her side. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
(Y/n) nods “It’s amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
There’s a short pause before Bucky speaks “Have you never seen snow?”
She looks over to him and nods “It didn’t snow where I was from in Australia. It was always hot. I haven’t even had a proper Christmas before.”
She can see the shock in Bucky’s blue eyes, and then suddenly determination.
“Christmas is amazing, doll. You’re going to love it. I’ll show you what Christmas is all about.” He smiles softly at her before Stark tells them to get back to work.
At first, (Y/n) loves the snow. It’s beautiful and falls gracefully to the ground.
Until she’s late for work and her car is covered in snow.
When she woke up she looked at the time and realized her alarm hadn’t gone off. She got ready for work in a panic. Then she got outside to get into her car, and it was covered in snow.
(Y/n) let out a groan of frustration as she cleared off her car, praying she doesn’t get fired for being late.
When she gets to work, Stark scolds her for not calling to let him know why she was so late, but he doesn’t fire her.
As (Y/n) sits at her desk she grumbles “I hate snow.”
Bucky, at the desk next to her, chuckles. “I thought you loved the snow?”
She glares at him “That was until I slept through my alarm and my car was covered in snow. It took so long to clear it off and then heat up the car.”
He shakes his head “You’re a mess, doll.”
As December creeps by, (Y/n) starts feeling worried. She still doesn’t know what to get Bucky for the Secret Santa. Christmas is getting closer, and she’s starting to worry. Bucky said he was going to “show her what Christmas is all about,” but she still doesn’t know what that means.
But then she gets a text from Bucky, asking if she wants to go get coffee with him. She texts back, saying she’ll be ready in 15 minutes.
Almost exactly 15 minutes pass as she’s getting ready and there’s a knock on her door. She smiles as she sees Bucky, all bundled up in a winter coat and a scarf. He gives her a grin in return and waits patiently as she puts her coat on.
(Y/n) locks her door before they make their way out. The walk to the cafe is nice, breathing in the cold air and looking at the snow falling above them. The cafe is warm as they enter, the smell of pastries and brewing coffee engulfing them pleasantly.
“The best thing to get during Christmas season is peppermint mocha. It’s to die for.” Bucky says, and (Y/n) grins
“I’ll have to try it then.” She replies.
They both order peppermint mochas and apple strudels. They sit down and spend that Saturday afternoon chatting and getting to know each other. (Y/n) doesn’t feel nervous around him anymore, she feels comfortable like she can tell him anything.
“So what stopped you from having Christmas?” Bucky had asked later on.
(Y/n) sighed. “My parents divorced almost right after I was born, and I never knew my dad. My mom spent all of the spare money we had on drugs and alcohol. She never liked Christmas, so she never let me enjoy it either. All of my friends and family my age all got presents and a big fancy dinner, and I just stayed in my room to keep away from my toxic mother.”
Bucky stays silent for a moment, taking in her words. He puts his hand over hers to comfort her. “I’m sorry (Y/n), you shouldn’t have had to go through that. Christmas doesn’t always have to be that miserable, it can be fun and joyful.”
(Y/n) smiles softly. “I know, Bucky. It’s just hard for me because I don’t know any of the traditions or what Christmas is like for others. I’ve never had the snow and the family of people to celebrate with. I’ve never had gifts or money to get gifts for other people. I just don’t want to mess it up for everyone.”
Bucky cups her cheek, wiping away a tear that fell slowly from her sad eyes. “You don’t have to worry about that, doll. I understand that you haven’t had the best history with this holiday, but I want to make it better and show you how happy it can be. Can you trust me on this?”
(Y/n) nods slowly “Okay. I trust you.”
Christmas is slowly sneaking forward, (Y/n) decides to go shopping for gifts. She has ideas for all of her coworkers except Bucky. She gets gifts for everyone else easily, just roaming the mall for different things she knows they will like.
She stopped in a store to get some bathing materials when she sees it. As soon as she sees it, she knows it’s perfect for Bucky. It’s a snowglobe showing a Brooklyn apartment decorated Christmas with snow around it. In front of the apartment is a couple who looks eerily similar to (Y/n) and Bucky dancing in the snow. When you shake the snowglobe the snow falls over them. (Y/n) tips it over and spins the crank at the bottom and it plays the tune of ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas’.
(Y/n) doesn’t even have to think about it to know it’s perfect. She’s grateful for the option of the workers to gift wrap it. They put it in a cute Christmas box with a fancy silk bow at the top.
(Y/n) and Bucky gradually start spending more and more time together. Sometimes it’s just morning coffee, other times they go on dinner dates. The line between friendship and relationship gets blurrier and blurrier as time passes and (Y/n) hopes it’s not just her feeling this way.
It’s later in the evening and they had gone out for dinner. Despite it being cold outside, they decided to go for a walk through Central Park for an excuse to stay together and not have to go home so soon.
They’re chatting and holding hands as they walk. Suddenly (Y/n) slips on ice hidden under the snow and as she’s about to fall Bucky catches her, his arms wrapping around her to pull her back up.
She’s standing on her own now but Bucky doesn’t remove his arms from around her. It’s like they’re both in a trance, staring into each other’s eyes as their breath fans out in front of them in the cold.
Bucky leans forward first, so slow it’s almost as if he isn’t moving at all. (Y/n)’s eyelids flutter as she moves forward and connects their lips. They seem to forget where they are as they hold onto each other.
(Y/n) pulls back slowly, her eyes opening to see Bucky’s blue ones already looking down at her. She can’t help the sheepish smile and she lets out a small laugh, her breath coming out in wisps of white. She leans foreword and kisses him once more, desperate to feel his cold, chapped lips on hers again.
When (Y/n) starts shivering from the cold, Bucky pulls back slowly. “It’s getting late, doll. We should get you home.”
(Y/n) doesn’t protest, nodding slowly and stepping back. He keeps an arm around her as they make their way back to his car. He opens the door for her like the gentleman he is before getting in and turning the car on and starting the drive to her place.
The car ride is quiet, but not uncomfortable. Bucky puts his hand on her thigh gently as he drives, (Y/n) putting her hand over his. It’s like a silent confirmation of their feelings for each other, that the kiss wasn’t only in the spur of the moment, that it actually had feelings to it.
When he parks in front of her small home, he opens her car door for her and helps her out. They hold hands as he walks her up to her door. They stop in front of the door and she turns to Bucky.
(Y/n) gives him a shy smile. “So, is this a thing now?”
Bucky chuckles “You mean this?” He asks, squeezing her hand in his to imply what he’s asking.
She nods, looking down at their joined hands. “I’ve liked you for a while. I just want to make sure it’s a mutual feeling.”
Bucky cups her cheek in his other hand, looking into her eyes as he strokes her cheek softly. “I can assure you it’s mutual. I like you too, (Y/n).”
(Y/n) smiles and nods. “Good. This would have been awkward if you didn’t.”
Bucky laughs quietly. “Yeah, I guess it would have been.”
They stare into each other’s eyes for a minute, taking in the moment and the fact that they both just admitted their feelings for each other.
Bucky gives her a short sweet kiss before he backs away. “Go inside, doll. It’s cold out here.”
She nods “Okay. See you Monday?”
“See you Monday.” He confirms before (Y/n) goes inside and Bucky heads back to his car.
On Monday at work, everyone can tell something is up between them. With the smile on their faces and the lingering looks that they give each other. Everyone watches them suspiciously, unsure if they’re going to just look at each other or if they’re going to pounce on each other like wild animals.
Nobody says anything until lunch. Natasha sits across from (Y/n) and smirks at her. “So, you and Bucky, huh?” her only answer in response is (Y/n) blushing, and the redhead grins triumphantly. “Spill! I need the details!”
(Y/n) looks down at her sandwich, a small smile on her face as she thinks about their previous time together. “We’ve been spending time together a lot lately, but on Saturday night we kissed.”
Natasha laughs “I knew you guys liked each other, but I didn’t think either of you had the guts to actually do anything without someone forcing you together! Congrats, (Y/n). You deserve to be happy.”
The other woman just blushes and looks back up at her friend. “I really like him. A lot. He’s so sweet and caring, and he isn’t like other guys who think of themselves first. He’s a true gentleman.”
Natasha smiles “Of course, Bucky is about the best person you can find. And he likes you back too, so I think it’s perfect.”
The next time they spend time together is Tuesday. Bucky had sent a text, inviting (Y/n) over to his apartment to watch a movie. The idea seemed really intimate. It would be the first time one of them was in the other’s house and it made her nervous.
(Y/n) frantically looks around for what to wear. She doesn’t want to seem like a slob, but it’s just sitting on the couch watching a movie. She settles for leggings and a comfy shirt, hoping she doesn’t look like she didn’t put any effort in. The drive to his apartment is full of nerves, so she’s a little glad for the Brooklyn traffic to try and get her thoughts together.
When she parks in front of his apartment, she sits in her car and takes a deep breath. She tries to keep her thoughts in check, trying to push the nerves away. (Y/n) gets out of her car and goes up to the door. She knocks and steps back, waiting for the door to open.
Bucky opens the door and she can’t help but smile. He’s in a simple t-shirt and sweat pants, and she wonders why she panicked so much on what to wear. He opens the door for her to come in and she takes her coat off. He takes it from her and hangs it up on his coat hanger. He pulls her into a hug and she takes the warm embrace happily. She stands back after a moment and he leans forward and kisses her softly. (Y/n) kisses him back and pulls back with a grin. “Hello.”
Bucky chuckles, “Hello, doll.” He takes her hand and leads her to the couch in his living room, sitting on it and pulling her down next to him. She leans into his side and he wraps his arm around her as he presses play on the movie.
As they cuddle up and watch the movie, (Y/n) realizes she’s not nervous. In fact, all of her nerves went away as soon as Bucky hugged her at the door. She feels relaxed being so close to him, just relaxing with him with no expectations of anything.
(Y/n) can’t help but feel like she’s falling hard for Bucky. He’s been so kind and loving towards her, always doing something to make her happy.
When Christmas comes, she doesn’t really know what to expect. Stark’s house is decorated completely for the Holiday, and as soon as she walks in she can smell the ham roasting and can hear music playing. All of her coworkers are there, some of them dancing in the middle of the living room to the music, others just chatting and waiting for the food to be done.
(Y/n) is welcomed with a warm embrace, Natasha grinning from ear to ear. “You came! You’re going to love it, the food is so good.” The redhead carefully takes the pan of casserole out of (Y/n)’s hands, setting it on the table and taking the tinfoil off.
(Y/n) places the gifts she got under the tree before she goes around socializing. Bucky shows up right before dinner is ready, blaming the snow and hectic traffic for his late appearance. (Y/n) pulls him into a hug, kissing him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Bucky.”
Bucky grins and kisses the top of her head in return. “Merry Christmas, doll. Let’s eat.”
Dinner lasts a lot longer than (Y/n) expected. Even after everyone has emptied their plates they sit there talking and laughing for hours. (Y/n) has never felt so happy, feeling very welcome into this big family of people.
Once they’ve finally decided to clean up they bustle around the kitchen, some doing dishes and some putting stuff away. They get out the eggnog and set up A Christmas Story to play while they do gifts and Secret Santa.
Some of the gifts are legitimate and heartfelt, others are gag gifts they’re sure to laugh about for years to come. (Y/n) can’t help but feel nervous when Bucky goes to open her gift. He gives her a soft smile as he starts pealing the wrapping paper off.
Once it’s unwrapped, everyone looks at it curiously as Bucky admires it. (Y/n) waits anxiously for a reaction and smiles when Bucky sets it down and pulls her into a tight hug. “I love it, doll. It’s beautiful.”
After the gifts are finished, they sit and talk, sometimes just watching the movie. (Y/n) goes to the kitchen to refill her eggnog, and Bucky comes in after her. “I got you a gift too, but I felt I should give it to you in private.”
She turns to him, blushing as he looks down at her, holding out an unwrapped jewelry box. As (Y/n) opens it she lets out a gasp. It’s a beautiful heart necklace with sapphires around the heart. She slowly takes it out of the box and turns as Bucky brings it around her neck, latching it in place. She turns and kisses him deeply as a thank you, feeling overcome with joy and love.
As they both walk back into the living room, it’s then that she realizes how much she loves Bucky. He did everything he could to make her feel welcome and to show her that Christmas doesn’t always have to be lonely.
She realizes then that she fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once.
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Summary- (Y/n) grew up in a warm part of Australia with a toxic family life so she's never had the good experiences of Christmas. Now that she's in New York her co-worker and crush Bucky decides to show her what Christmas is all about.
Word Count- unsure
Prompt- "I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once."
Should be posted sometime by the end of the week!
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the worst feeling in the world is when something you’ve written, a fic you’ve poured your entire heart and soul into, gets barely any recognition at all. this piece of work that you’ve spent hours upon hours meticulously crafting, creating the perfect sentences and perfect phrases and perfect words to fit the story, adding symbolism and metaphors and hyperbole, giving the perfect diction… writing something that you’ve placed a tiny piece of yourself in- gets liked in passing by some and barely glanced at by others. no reblogs, no comments, no feedback: nothing to help the author improve or spread their works for others to see. it’s an aching stab to the heart, and nothing compares to the feeling of dejection pricking in the writer’s stomach. was their fic not good enough? not full of enough twists and turns? not fluffy enough? not angsty enough? writers and artists produce content not only for themselves but for others to enjoy, and when no one even takes the time to look at it, it’s a painful reminder that we’ve devoted all of our time to something that may never see the light of day again.
if you see a writer’s fic or an artist’s fanart, please please please take the time to reblog it, and maybe even add a small comment detailing how much you enjoyed it. content creators pour their hearts into making these works for you and others, and it takes so little time to make our day by showing that you appreciate it and providing a chance for others to see it. what’s more, it gives us motivation to continue writing, to continue drawing, to continue creating. and now, more than ever, in this grim place we call our society, we need a place to share our writing with the world.
Sometimes I’m internally like “How is that a trigger?, ” then I realize other people have different life experiences from me, they don’t owe me their story, and I move the fuck on.
#guys if I’m not tagging something you need me to don’t hesitate to tell me#your mental well being is more important than the 5 seconds it would take me to tag something extra
And I’m sorry if I ever forget to tag something. You can dm me or send an ask anonymously (if you want to stay anonymous) and ask me to tag it and I will and I will also try and tag things like it in the future
Legit anyone who comments on my fics is an actual gem even if you just say “WOAH” or “I LOVE IT” or even just “!!!!!!!” just the fact that you liked it enough to tell me, means so much and makes it feel like my hard work was worth it.
Warnings- Injuries, Scars, and maybe some slightly implied torture? Some Avengers: Endgame spoilers (I know the spoilers aren’t really a big deal anymore, but just in case)
I’m also kinda pretending that Civil War didn’t happen and that everything is fine and that they all live in the compound together. It’s fanfiction. Just don’t think into it too much.
Summary- After the war, being in the ice, and being Hydra’s puppet, Bucky loses hope of finding his soulmate. He’s sure that after being in the ice she had died before he could have met her. But then he is surprised to find out that there is still hope.
(Apparently, Bucky is physically 30 so let’s say the reader is 27)
Word Count- 1,012
A/N- This is for @sincerelymlg‘s writing challenge! I saw that the Soulmate AU was open and got this idea!! This is a Soulmate AU where any scars or marks one person gets also appears on their soulmate’s body.
Also, I’m sorry for how trashy this is, it seemed like such a better idea in my head.
Also, if you liked it, please reblog and leave feedback! Requests and Taglist open!
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As Bucky was growing up, he heard all about soulmates. His parents were soulmates, and they told him about how everyone has a person that they are meant to meet and be with for the rest of their lives. They told him that any scars or marks he gets on his body will also show up on his soulmate’s body and vice versa.
Bucky waited for some marks to show up; a scar, a drawing, a message to him, anything, any kind of sign that he had a soulmate somewhere out there. He watched silently over the years as people around him noticed marks and scars appearing on their skin and people met their soulmates.
Even his best friend Steve Rogers had signs of having a soulmate. Bucky tried not to complain, he tried to believe that he’d meet his soulmate one day, or at least see a sign. But it was killing him on the inside. Watching everyone around him become happy, finding someone they love so much.
He talked to Steve about it sometimes, and Steve tried to comfort him and reassure him, “You’ll find him or her someday. Everyone has a soulmate.” Bucky gave Steve a small smile and nodded, but how could he believe that when there has been no sign at all, out of how long he’s lived.
When World War 2 happened, Bucky decided to enlist. He wanted to do something good for people, he wanted to serve his country. He became Sergeant Barnes and fought in the war. After being captured by Hydra and then rescued by Steve, who was now taller and wasn’t a scrawny twig anymore, he found out that Steve had found his soulmate; Peggy Carter.
Bucky was happy for his friend, he was happy that his friend had found his other half. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel a twinge of jealousy and hopelessness in his heart.
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When Bucky is more himself again, after he was no longer The Winter Soldier and the triggers were erased from his mind, he still doesn’t understand why he didn’t have a soulmate. Steve was in the ice too, and he had met Peggy during the War. So Bucky just figures that his soulmate must have been alive before him being in the ice and that he lost his chance. He just doesn’t understand why there were no signs.
Steve talks everyone into letting Bucky live in the compound with them and assures everyone that Bucky isn’t dangerous anymore. Over time he becomes one of them, he’s another part of their big family and an Avenger.
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The latest mission that they’ve been working on, they’re still trying to find out the details. Hydra has been kidnapping people who have worked for Stark Industries in the past to get the Avenger’s attention. They haven’t figured out where Hydra’s current base is, so they are still trying to find out by the little clues left behind.
One day when Bucky gets up in the morning and goes into his bathroom, he notices scars all over his body that weren’t there the night before. They’re all over his arm and face, as if his soulmate was being tortured overnight. The first thing Bucky thinks to do is go to Steve.
Bucky rushes to Steve’s room, pounding on his bedroom door. “Steve, you up?”
The door opens and Steve’s eyes widen at the sight of all the scars. “Buck, what the hell happened?”
Bucky looks just as confused “I don’t know. I woke up and saw these scars. Steve, that means my soulmate is alive!”
Steve grimaces “Yeah, but that also means that your soulmate is hurt.”
The happiness Bucky was just feeling dims. “Do you think she’s one of the ones kidnapped by Hydra?”
His friend just shrugs “I don’t know. We’ll just have to figure that out when we go on the mission.”
As they try and find more clues, Bucky is anxious. As time goes on, more scars appear on his body, and he doesn’t think there could be any other reason for the scars other than being tortured by Hydra.
When they finally find the location, Bucky feels relief that they can go save the people kidnapped by Hydra, and hopefully his soulmate.
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After the team finished defeating the Hydra agents, they start getting the captured people out into safety. As some of them are blocking the small doorway, all of them trying to get out at once, there’s one woman in the corner who catches Bucky’s eye. She looks to have the same scars Bucky has woken up with, but what really gives it away is the scarring on her left shoulder. It looks exactly like the scarring Bucky has where his shoulder meets his metal arm.
Instead of rushing to get out like everyone else, she’s staring at back at Bucky. He moves towards her. “What’s your name?”
“I’m (Y/n)” She says, and she looks at him, as if she also knows that they are soulmates, despite all of Bucky’s gear covering his skin.
“How long have you had those scars on your left shoulder?” Bucky asks quietly, unaware that they’re the only two left in the room.
She glances at her shoulder “I’ve had them since I was born. Do you have them too?”
Bucky nods “Yeah, I got them in an accident.” Bucky looks around “We should probably go.”
(Y/n) nods and Bucky leads her out.
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Her and Bucky go on date and get to know each other. Bucky tells her about everything that’s happened, and she tells him about the life she’s lived so far.
Bucky realizes that the reason he never had a soulmate before becoming a supersoldier is because he was meant to live with his soulmate after everything that happened.
At first, Bucky is confused about why Steve met his soulmate before being in the ice if he didn’t have as much time with her, but then after defeating Thanos while Steve returns the infinity stones, he lives the life with Peggy that he always wanted.
Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Best friends to Lovers AU)
Warnings- None?
Summary/Request- Person A drying off Person B after they’ve had a shower or come in from the rain with Harrison Osterfield? (From @babyplutoszx2)
Word Count- 911
A/N- Thank you for the request! When I reblogged that prompt post I didn’t know I’d get requests for it. I hope you like this, it’s probably not the best.
Also, if you liked it, please reblog and leave feedback! Requests and Taglist open!
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Harrison hums along to the radio as he drives home. His best friend (Y/n) was going on a date tonight so he and Tom went out for the night. (Y/n) had met some guy on a dating app recently and they have been talking off and on. Harrison is her best friend, so she kept him updated on their conversations.
Harrison warned her of the dangers of talking to strangers on the internet. He told her it probably wouldn’t work out.
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(Y/n) and Harrison were eating breakfast at her place. He had stayed over last night when they fell asleep watching a movie. Them having sleepovers wasn’t a new thing.
“So, you know that guy I’ve been talking to?” She mentions as she’s putting the dishes in the sink.
“Yeah. I still think you shouldn’t be talking to him. He could be dangerous, or a bad guy.” Harrison argues, not liking the idea of her getting hurt.
(Y/n) just rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Well, he and I are going on a date tonight.”
“No. You can’t go on a date with him, you don’t even know him!” He proclaims, standing from his chair.
“Excuse me? You can’t tell me no, I am an adult and you’re not my parent! If you have a problem with it, go home! If you can’t support me, I don’t want to talk to you.” She shouts back, pointing to the door.
Harrison scoffs and heads towards the door, turning back to argue once more. “I may not be able to tell you what to do, but I can tell you whether you’re being smart or not. And right now, you’re not. Don’t come crying to me when he doesn’t show up or isn’t who he says he is.” Before she can shout back he leaves, heading home.
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Harrison stops at a stop sign, looking up through his windshield at the downpour as it rains down harder. He turns the heat up, glancing at the radio to read the time. 10:42 pm.
As Harrison pulls into his driveway, the headlights shine over his front porch where a shivering figure is sitting on the doorstep. He parks the car and quickly gets out, locking the doors. When he walks up to the porch, (Y/n) was sitting on the front steps, soaking wet and shivering violently. “The door was locked so I couldn’t get in...” She mumbles
“Come on, love. Let’s get inside. Why didn’t you call me? You shouldn’t have stayed out here in the rain, you must be freezing.” After getting the door unlocked, Harrison wraps an arm around her back, leading her into the house. “Wait here, let me go get a towel.”
She stays silent as she waits for him, looking down at the floor as the water drips off of her. Harrison comes back a moment later, wrapping it around her and rubbing the towel along her arms to wipe the water off.
“You can say it..” She mumbles, not moving as he carefully wipes the drops of water off of her skin.
“Say what, love?” He asks, moving the towel to her hair, drying it and being careful not to pull on the knotted strands.
(Y/n) turns and looks at him “You can say ‘I told you so’. You were right, he was a horrible person and wasn’t who he said he was. I-I know you said not to come crying to you, I just didn’t know what to do-”
Harrison puts his finger to her lips “Just stop. I didn’t mean it, okay? I only said those things because I care about you and I didn’t want you to get hurt. You can always come to me, okay?” He cups her cheeks softly and kisses her forehead. “Let’s get you some dry clothes.”
Later on, as they’re almost finished with a movie, empty bowls that held ice cream on the coffee table, (Y/n) turns to Harrison. “Hey, Haz?” He looks over at her and she continues, “Was that the only reason you didn’t want me to go on that date? Just because you didn’t want me to get hurt?”
She looks down as Harrison places his hands over her smaller fidgeting ones. “That was the main reason, yes, but it wasn’t the only reason.” Harrison moves their hands so he’s holding onto hers. “I love you, (Y/n). I have for a while. And if you don’t feel the same way, I understand.” He slowly starts to move his hands away, worried about what she will think.
Before he can move his hands completely away from hers she grabs onto his hands again but then moving one of hers to cup his cheek. “I love you too, Harrison. That’s why I was talking to people on the internet, because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same.” She leans forward, kissing him softly.
Harrison kisses back, running his fingers through her hair gently before pulling back. “I’m glad you came to me. I mean, I wish you didn’t sit out in the rain, you’ll probably catch a cold now. But I’m sorry for what I said this morning, I didn’t mean it.”
(Y/n) smiles “It’s okay, you were upset and worried. I understand.”
She lets out a yawn and Harrison smiles “Let’s go to bed. It’s getting late.” (Y/n) nods and they head to bed, holding onto each other and happy that they don’t have to hide their feelings anymore.
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A/N- I’m sorry, I really suck at endings. And coming up with titles.
Warnings- ANGST: Mention of death and losing someone
Summary- Harrison is supposed to be coming home soon, until (Y/n) gets an unpleasant surprise.
Word Count- 2,595
A/N- This is for @keepingupwiththeparkers' 4k writing challenge! Congrats, I hope you like this story, I was gonna do a Peter one but then I got this idea! I really hope the idea turns out as good as I imagined it in my head! I’m using the dialogue prompt “I thought I’d lost you”. I don’t know a whole lot about the airforce and some of this might not be realistic or legitimate, but it’s fanFICTION, so please forgive me.
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Harrison and (Y/n) had been married for 2 years before Harrison decided he wanted to join the airforce. When he was younger he had wanted to join the airforce and always had the idea in the back of his mind, but never actually went through with it.
They got married when they were both 20 after dating for a year, and 2 years later Harrison realized he still wanted to pursue his dream of joining the airforce.
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Harrison came home from work one day, the smell of pasta and garlic toast wafting through the air. He sets his keys on the table by the door and makes his way into the kitchen, kissing (Y/n) on the cheek. “Smells amazing, love.”
She turns and smiles at him, cupping his cheek and kissing him softly. “Can you set the table while I finish up dinner? It’s almost done.”
Harrison nods “Of course.” As Harrison sets the table he starts thinking about it again. He worries that (Y/n) won’t want him to go. He knows it won’t be easy, that he’ll be gone a lot and that they’ll miss each other, but he hopes that her love and support would still apply for this situation.
As they eat dinner that night Harrison is more in his thoughts than in the conversation they’re having. (Y/n) can tell something’s going on. When they both finish their food and Harrison is sitting there thinking, she takes the dishes and puts them in the sink.
When she comes back, as she suspected, Harrison hasn’t moved. She can see the expression on his face and can tell that he’s worried about whatever he is thinking about. (Y/n) moves her chair by his and takes both of his hands in hers. Harrison looks up at her and she smiles softly at him. “Talk to me Haz.” She says, running her thumbs over the back of his hands.
Harrison looks down, worried about what she is going to think. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Ever since I was younger I wanted to join the airforce and I never actually did. I’ve been thinking about joining now, though..”
(Y/n) is quiet for a moment, thinking about what he said and about what this will mean. She lets go of one of his hands and tilts his head up with her fingers under his chin. “Harrison, I’m not going to stop you from chasing your dream. Yes, it will be hard on us, but we can get through this. You know I love and support you no matter what.” She places a soft kiss on his lips, leaning back in her seat and holding Harrison’s hands again.
Harrison smiles, squeezing his wife’s hands softly. “Thank you. I love you so much.” He leans forward and kisses (Y/n) softly.
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Harrison has been serving in the air force for 4 years now, and (Y/n) has come to cherish the times when he’s home. Whenever he leaves again, she always counts down the days until he comes back home again. Modern technology is really a blessing while Harrison is gone, whenever they get the chance they call or Skype with each other.
When (Y/n) gets home from work she microwaves some chicken nuggets for dinner and checks the calendar. Harrison is due to come home in about a week and a half. She smiles to herself and turns on a movie on Netflix.
It’s 11:47 when (Y/n) decides to go to bed. Harrison hasn’t called for a couple days, but that doesn’t stop her from staying up just in case he does call. It’s nothing new, she doesn’t think anything of it because she knows he gets busy sometimes. She knows how important his job is and that he has to focus on his missions.
(Y/n) shuts off the TV and turns the lights off, making her way to bed. She undresses and puts one of Harrison’s old shirts, making sure to pick one that still faintly smells like him.
She curls up in bed, checking her phone one last time before locking it and setting it down on the dresser. She cuddles up to the teddy bear Harrison got her for their anniversary, the one anniversary he was able to celebrate without being miles away.
It’s about 4 in the morning when (Y/n) is woken up to someone knocking on her door. She checks her phone quickly; nothing new. Quickly she puts on some sweats, wondering what Tom would be doing knocking on her door so early in the morning. She’s thankful that it’s a Saturday so she can take a nap later on.
When she opens the door all of her thoughts disappear and her mind goes blank at the sight of two policemen standing outside her door. All of a sudden all she feels is dread, hoping they aren’t here for what she thinks.
“Are you Mrs. Osterfield?” The taller one asks, and all (Y/n) can do is nod in response. “I’m officer Wolfe, and this is my partner officer Beck. We’re sorry to inform you that while your husband was on a mission last night the plane he was on crashed. There have been no traces of where the plane was before it crashed. We have people searching for the whereabouts of the crash but have had no luck so far.”
(Y/n) nods silently, looking down at the ground as she tries to process their words. She looks up at the officers and nods again “Thank you, officers.” She mutters, watching as they apologize for her loss and make their way back to their car.
As they leave (Y/n) just stands there, still trying to process. She understood them perfectly fine, she’s just trying to wrap her head around it. She feels as if she’s in shock, like everything is frozen around her.
As (Y/n) makes her way inside the house, she suddenly feels like she’s suffocating. Everywhere she looks, she thinks Harrison lived here. Quickly she grabs her phone and her keys, leaving the house and locking the door behind her.
The only thing she can think to do is go to Tom. She doesn’t want to be in that empty house full of Harrison’s things, she wants to escape, so she drives to Tom’s, knowing that he’ll be there for her. He may be Harrison’s best friend, but he was like her best friend too.
As (Y/n) sits in the car outside Tom’s house, that’s when it hits her. Harrison is gone. He’s never coming back. Suddenly, tears start falling and she can’t stop them. She gets out of the car, banging on Tom’s door as she cries.
When Tom opens the door he’s confused, but then one look at (Y/n) and he’s pulling her into his arms, letting her sob into his chest. “He’s g-gone” She manages to whimper out before sobbing harder, gripping Tom’s shirt tightly in her fists.
“Come on love, let’s get inside.” He guides (Y/n) to the couch, sitting down and pulling her down next to him. She leans over into Tom’s side, hugging him as she hides her face in his chest. Tom rubs her back, trying to support her the best he can while also trying to hold himself together.
He holds her as she sobs, rubbing her back until she sobs herself to exhaustion. When Tom hears her breathing slow down and her faint snores he carries her to the guest room, tucking her under the blankets and leaving the room, the door open ajar in case she needs something.
(Y/n) wakes up later on, looking around tiredly. She remembers where she is and why she’s there and closes her eyes, willing herself not to cry again. She glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to her and sighs. 10:26 AM. She showed up at Tom’s sometime after 4:30 in the morning, and she doesn’t remember going to the guest room to sleep.
She gets out of bed heads out to the living area of Tom’s flat. Tom is sitting on the couch, a show playing quietly on the tv as his hands are covering his face. As (Y/n) sits on the couch next to him he sniffles, quickly trying to wipe the tears from his eyes.
They both sit in silence for a moment, just thinking about the pain they are both going through. “Thank you, Tom. I’m sorry for coming here so early in the morning, I just didn’t know what to do when the officers came to my door. I looked into our house, and everything there made me think of Harrison. I just..” She breaks off, her voice quiet as she apolagizes.
“Hey, you don’t have to apolagize. I’m glad you came. Stay as long as you need to, love. He was your husband, I can’t imagine the pain you must be feeling.” Tom says, holding onto (Y/n)’s hand to assure comfort.
(Y/n) gives him a small smile “You’re in pain too, Tom. He was your best friend, you knew him longer.” Tom goes to protest but she continues “Yes, I may have been married to him, and I know that it’s different, but he was your best friend. It’s okay to be upset Tom, you don’t have to hide it from me.”
She squeezes Tom’s hand, and he looks down, closing his eyes and biting his lip. (Y/n) pulls him into a hug, this time being his shoulder to cry on as he lets out sobs. They both hold onto each other and cry, both of them hurting from losing someone so close to them.
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It’s been three days since the officers showed up at (Y/n)’s door, and she’s been staying at Tom’s the whole time. She’s grateful for Tom letting her stay in the guest room, dreading when she has to go back home.
(Y/n) is walking to the living area when she sees Tom on the couch, his phone up to his ear as he faces the tv, his back to her.
“I’m really worried about her Harry, she doesn’t eat and she gets hardly any sleep at night. She looks so tired and worn out. I don’t know what to do, I just don’t want to upset her. I know she’s hurting emotionally, but she’s also hurting herself.” Tom speaks on the phone. (Y/n) goes back to the guest room, not wanting to eavesdrop on his conversation anymore.
She feels bad for worrying him, she doesn’t want to be burden. She is distracted from her thoughts by her phone ringing. When she checks her phone she doesn’t recognise the number but answers it anyway. “Hello?” She questions into the phone, not sure who it could be.
“Hello, is this Mrs. Osterfield?” A male voice asks, and (Y/n)’s heart drops. She knows they’re calling to say they found her husband’s body.
“Y-yes, I’m (Y/n) Osterfield.” She replies quietly, waiting to hear what he says.
“Mrs. Osterfield, I’m Doctor Johnson from the Hospital by 8th street. Your husband has been transfered here for his care.” The man says and (Y/n) is shocked. She was told he was dead, and now he’s at the hospital? “Hello? Are you still there?” the doctor asks, as she was silent so long the doctor had thought she hung up.
“Yes, I’m still here. Thank you so much. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Her and the doctor exchange goodbyes before (Y/n) hangs up, looking down at her phone.
It takes her a moment to process the doctor’s words; he’s alive, and she can see him again. She shoots up off the bed, running into the living area. “Tom!” She shouts along the way. At the sound of her shout Tom gets up and turns to see her run into the room. She grabs his hands. “He’s alive! Harrison is alive!” She shouts, her eyes lit up with joy and her lips turned up in a huge grin.
“What? What are you talking about?” Tom asks, confusion etched on his face as he looks at (Y/n).
“I just got a call, he’s at the hospital. He’s alive. Will you take me to see him?” She looks up at him hopefully.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Tom quickly grabs his keys. They go out to the car and Tom drives the way to the hospital. The whole ride (Y/n)’s leg is shaking and she’s anxious the whole time. She feels as if this isn’t real. The past three days she felt like she lost all hope and felt like nothing was the same. And now she was told that Harrison is alive. It almost feels too good to be true.
When they get to the hospital they rush inside. They get the details before making their way to Harrison’s room. As (Y/n) enters the room, she freezes in the doorway. He’s there. He’s alive and she feels as if she’s dreaming.
“Come in, love.” Harrison says, a smile on his face as he sees his wife. (Y/n) rushes over and hugs him tight, crying in relief.
“I thought I’d lost you..” She whimpers out.
“I’m right here, baby. I have some burns and a severly sprained wrist but I’m alive. I’m okay.” He holds her close, kissing her head as he embraces having her so close to him again.
(Y/n) sits on the side of his bed and holds his hands softly in hers. Her tears are still flowing as she looks at the man she loved the most, who she thought she’d never see again. “They.. They told me you were gone... The past three days were torture. I thought you were dead. I couldn’t be at home, I stayed at Tom’s. Everything at home made me think of you.”
Harrison kisses her softly before looking over at his best friend. Tom walks around the other side of the bed and hugs his friend before sitting on the chair next to them. “I told her to stay as long as she needed to. I knew it would have been hard to go back. She really worried me, though. She didn’t eat and she hardly slept at all.”
Harrison looks back over to (Y/n). He cups her cheek softly “You need to take better care of yourself, love. I know you were hurting, but that doesn’t mean you should just give up.”
She looks down and nods “I know. I just felt so lost without you. Please tell me you’re not going back, I don’t want to risk the chance of actually losing you. I can’t go through that again.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going back. I’m staying home. Everything will be okay.” He holds her close and looks over at Tom. “Thank you for taking care of her. It really means a lot.”
Tom smiles “Of course, I wasn’t going to turn her away. You guys are my family, I love you guys.”
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Harrison leaves the airforce and spends time at home with (Y/n). He gets a job at a cafe nearby and they both feel happy being able to see each other every day and hold each other.
Three years of him being out of the airforce, and (Y/n) has a little girl. Harrison is grateful to be able to be there, to not miss anything due to being in the airforce. As he holds his daughter, he is grateful for coming home. Harrison can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with his wife and his daughter, and any other family they have in the future.
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The End.
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Summary- It’s Tom’s birthday so (Y/n) decides to give him a good night.
Word Count- 1,071
A/N- This is for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker‘s writing challenge. I used the dialogue prompt “It’s your birthday, let me take care of you baby.” and it will be in bold.
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It’s Tom’s birthday, so (Y/n) took him out for dinner to celebrate. They went to a fancy Italian restaurant that had some of the best champagne that they had ever tasted. Tom was driving the way home, (Y/n) running the plans for the night through her head. She smiles as she starts to get excited about their night plans.
Tom glances over at her and chuckles “What are you smiling about love?” He asks, reaching his right hand over and holding her hand, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles softly.
(Y/n) blushes slightly and looks over at her lover. “I have some plans for the rest of our night. I just can’t wait till we get home.”
Tom smiles “You still have more planned? I thought it was just dinner?” He pulls her hand towards his lips and kisses the back of it softly.
“You’ll like these plans, I promise.” She giggles, glancing at Tom before watching the buildings pass out the window.
It’s not long before Tom is pulling into their driveway and putting the car in park. They get out of the car and make their way inside and take their shoes off by the door. “You go put the leftovers in the fridge and get the wine, I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” She kisses his cheek before sauntering down the hallway.
Tom chuckles to himself and heads to the kitchen to do as she says. As (Y/n) is in the bedroom, she starts lighting the candles she had set up around the room. She slips off her dress, revealing the lingerie that she knew was his favorite.
As Tom enters the room, his eyes widen and his jaw drops. His eyes first land on her, sitting on the bed in lingerie. Then they travel around the room to see all the candles and he can smell the vanilla scent.
“You didn’t have to do all this, love. Dinner was perfect, you didn’t have to do anything else for me.” Tom sets the wine and the glasses on the bedside table and moves towards (Y/n), leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet, loving kiss.
They can still taste the champagne on each other's lips, Tom moving his hand down to cup her jaw. He gently pushes her back on the bed so she’s laying on her back. (Y/n) flips them over, moving so Tom’s on his back and she’s straddling his waist. “It’s your birthday, let me take care of you baby.” She purs to him, kissing down his jaw to his neck. She sucks softly where she knows is sensitive, grinning when his breath hitches and she can feel him getting hard underneath her.
(Y/n) moves her hands down under his shirt, pulling back to pull it over his head. She places soft kisses down his chest, Tom watching her as she glances up at him. She smirks to herself and starts pulling his pants down, listening to his gasp as her fingers brush up against his bulge. She helps him kick his pants off, tossing them off the bed.
She palms him through his boxers, grinning as he lets out a soft moan. (Y/n) pulls his boxers off, slowly inching them down his legs. She tosses them to the floor with the rest of his clothes. When she looks back up at Tom, she can tell he’s getting anxious. He’s watching her every move, anticipating what she’s going to do next.
(Y/n) softly blows air on the head of his hard cock. “Fuck, stop teasing!” He groans, making her giggle.
“Okay, okay, fine.” She takes his cock in her hand, pumping slowly as she licks up the pre-cum from his tip before taking it into her mouth. Tom closes his eyes and tilts his head back, moaning in both pleasure and satisfaction.
(Y/n) takes more into her mouth, sucking softly. She gags slightly when he bucks his hips up into her mouth but she keeps going. As she sucks on his cock and bobs her head she takes his balls in her hand and massages gently, eliciting a moan from her lover.
Tom moves his hands to grip onto her hair, tugging lightly as he moans. “Baby I’m close.” He breaths out and (Y/n) goes faster, sucking a bit harder as she feels his cock twitch in her mouth before his warm cum shoots into her mouth. Tom lets out a groan and pulls her off of him, helping her move up so he can kiss her deeply.
(Y/n) moves so she’s straddling him, Using her hand to guide his cock to her wet entrance. They both let out moans of pleasure as she slowly sinks down on him. Tom grips her hips and she places her hands on his chest for balance as she slowly starts bouncing on his cock. “You feel so good baby.” Tom moans out, leaning up to suck on her breasts while she rides him.
The room is filled with their moans and the sound of their skin slapping at every bounce she makes. (Y/n) moves Tom’s face up to hers, cupping his cheeks as she kisses him deeply. The kiss is sloppy, her moving up and down with every bounce, tongue and teeth clashing, but that doesn’t make it any less passionate.
“I-I’m close, Tom.” She mutters against his lips, letting out a gasp as Tom leans back and thrusts up into her, their hips meeting roughly as she bounces and he thrusts up into her. (Y/n) reaches down and starts rubbing her clit in quick circles. Seconds later her head tilts back and she cries out as she cums, her walls tightening around Tom’s cock.
Tom groans out, the feeling of her pussy tightening around him and the expression on her face as she cums sets him off, he grips her hips and rides out their highs. As they both start calming down (Y/n) slowly slips off of him, laying in bed next to him. Tom pulls her into his chest, kissing her forehead.
“Happy birthday Tommy.” She giggles, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. Tom gets up, blowing out the candles before getting back in bed and cuddling (Y/n) into his side.
“Thank you, love. This night was amazing.” Tom mumbles, holding her close as they slowly fall asleep.
Summary- Peter goes on a mission and comes back injured, worrying (Y/n)
Word Count- 936
A/N- This is for 2 writing challenges. @uglypastels ‘s Movie Night Writing Challenge and @urbanhaz ‘s 1K Follower writing challenge. The prompts are in bold. (One of them is too long to put in the A/N)
Peter forever giving me a heart attack with how often he gets hurt. This was an adventure from start to finish! The feels, the angst, all the fluff. This was great, and such a lovely ending :’D
Summary- Peter goes on a mission and comes back injured, worrying (Y/n)
Word Count- 936
A/N- This is for 2 writing challenges. @uglypastels ‘s Movie Night Writing Challenge and @urbanhaz ‘s 1K Follower writing challenge. The prompts are in bold. (One of them is too long to put in the A/N)
Summary- Peter goes on a mission and comes back injured, worrying (Y/n)
Word Count- 936
A/N- This is for 2 writing challenges. @uglypastels ‘s Movie Night Writing Challenge and @urbanhaz ‘s 1K Follower writing challenge. The prompts are in bold. (One of them is too long to put in the A/N)
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(Y/n) and Peter were laying in her bed, cuddling as they watched a movie on her laptop.
“Ooo I love this part!” She exclaims, looking up and smiling at Peter from where her head is on his chest. His arm was around her back and he gave her a small smile in return. She looks back at the screen for a moment before pressing the spacebar and pausing the movie.
(Y/n) looks up at Peter and as she guessed, he was staring off into space, not even paying attention to the movie. She lets out a sigh and turns more onto her side so she can face him better. She reaches up and cups his cheek softly, turning his face so he looks at her. He blinks a couple times as he comes out of his thoughts.
“Pete, what’s going on? You’ve been quiet and spaced off all night.” She asks, rubbing her thumb along his cheek slowly.
Peter looks down at her before kissing her softly “I love you, you know that right?”
(Y/n) nods slowly “Yeah, and I love you too. But you’re scaring me right now.”
He sighs and rubs her back “There’s this big group of bad guys that have been stealing and selling drugs and weapons and we have a mission tonight to stop them, but I can’t help but feel like something is going to go wrong. I know I’m just overthinking it, but I just have a gut feeling, you know?”
She wraps her arms around his torso and hugs him tightly before sitting up looking down at him “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t you forget it! You’re going to get back on that horse, and I’m going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we’re gonna go, go, go! You can do this Pete, I believe in you. Just make sure you’re focused on the mission.”
Before Peter can say anything his phone rings, the name ‘Mr. Stark’ popping up on the phone. He pulls her into a loving kiss before he crawls off of the bed. “I’ve gotta go, babe. Do you want me to call you when I get home like usual? It will be late.”
(Y/n) nods “I don’t care what time it is, I want you to call me when you get home.” She kisses him one last time before he puts on his suit and jumps out the window, swinging into the city.
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(Y/n) is awoken by her phone ringing with Peter’s name on display on her phone. She glances at the time to see it’s almost 4 in the morning. She picks up her phone and slides to answer “Hey Pete, you home yet?” She asks, her voice laced with sleepiness.
There’s a short pause before Tony Stark’s voice responds over the phone. “(Y/n), Peter actually isn’t home yet. Something went wrong during the mission, and he was injured.”
(Y/n) feels her sleepy smile drop at his words, and she immediately gets out of her bed. “Oh gosh.. Is he okay?” She asks, worry obvious in her voice as she gets ready to leave.
“He was shot and he lost a lot of blood, but we think he’s going to be okay. Are you on your way?” He asks her and she nods before remembering he can’t see her.
“Yeah, I’m just getting in my car.” She says, shutting the car door and turning the car on.
“Alright, we’re taking care of him. Drive safe.” He says before hanging up.
(Y/n) sets her phone down and lets out a heavy stress filled sigh and starts driving her way through the late night traffic of the city. “Don’t die on me- please..” She mutters to herself.
She quickly parks at Stark Tower and makes her way into the building, rushing down to the medical room. Tony meets her outside the room and rests a hand on her shoulder lightly. “He’s going to be okay. He’s resting right now, but you can go in there and sit with him. He’ll want to see you when he wakes up.”
She gives the older man a small grateful smile and nods, entering the room. She takes a breath as she sees him on the hospital-like bed, pulling up a chair and sitting down. She takes his hand in her smaller one, rubbing her thumb along the back of it.
“(Y-Y/n)?” Peter mumbles and (Y/n) looks up at him. She then gets stands up, hugging him tightly, being careful of his wound.
“I was so worried. Tony called me and I.. I thought you were going to die...” She whispers, her body shaking slightly as she starts to cry.
She steps back and Peter sits up, reaching up to cup her cheeks and wipe her warm tears away. “Shh, it’s okay baby. I’m alright. Nothing to worry about.”
(Y/n) sniffles and nods “I know, but on the way here I was so scared.”
Peter moves over on the bed and (Y/n) gets on the bed next to him. He lays back as she lays her head on his chest. They lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, just holding each other. (Y/n)’s eyes flutter closed as she gives in to her tiredness, letting out a sigh as she slowly falls asleep.
Peter looks down at her, smiling as he sees her asleep. He kisses her forehead softly before laying his head back down and closing his own eyes. On instinct he rubs her back softly, holding her close as they both fall into a peaceful sleep.
can you write a little blurb of tom getting upset because spider-man isn’t your favourite superhero
Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings- None
Word Count- 303
A/N- Thanks for the request! I really hope you like this! (It is short, even though you said blurb I still feel like it’s too short. Sorry, I wasn’t sure what else to do and I’ve been having writer's block but I wanted to get this out for you so you didn’t have to wait forever. Hope you still like it anyways!)
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(Y/n) clicks on the movie on the DVR, curling into Tom’s side as he puts his arm around her.
“Why do we have to watch the Justice League? Why can’t we watch a Marvel movie, like Spiderman?” Tom whines playfully
(Y/n) just rolls her eyes and smiles at him “We always watch Marvel movies, I thought we should change it up a bit. Besides, you said I could pick.”
Tom just heaves a sigh “Alright, alright.”
“The Flash in this movie is so different from the show. They changed too much for my liking.” (Y/n) huffs in annoyance.
Tom looks over at her “You watch DC movie’s regularly? I thought you liked Marvel?”
“Well, I like both DC and Marvel, but my favorite superhero is DC.” She explains
Tom lets out an exasperated gasp “Spiderman isn’t your favorite?”
(Y/n) giggles and shakes her head “I do love Spiderman, but The Flash has always been my favorite.”
“But Spiderman is better” Tom grumbles with a pout
(Y/n) kisses his cheek “You like Spiderman and I like the Flash. It’s okay to have different favorites, Tom.”
He sighs “I guess your right.”
(Y/n) looks over at Tom “Are you upset because Spiderman’s not my favorite?” She asks in surprise
Tom just pouts and looks away “Maybe.”
(Y/n) giggles and tilts his chin so he looks at her “Would it make you feel better if I said Spiderman is my favorite Marvel superhero?”
Tom lets out a sigh and smiles “I guess.”
She smiles and kisses him softly. “See? I still like Spiderman. It’s not like I hate him or anything. Then I wouldn’t blame you for being upset.”
Tom chuckles “Alright, love. I get it.”
(Y/n) leans into his side again, and he pulls her close and kisses her forehead before they continue the movie.
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