ahh okay so this is my secret santa gift for @underoosstark !! surprise bb!! I’ve loved being your secret santa (even though it hasn’t really been that long ahah). It’s been super fun sending you asks with the little santa emoji & it’s been nice getting to know you!! you’re super talented & I love your video edits that you make!! I hope you have a great new year, love you🥰
Summary: Song fic of Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko. This is for @hollandfieldluv for @neptuneparker ‘s secret santa! Syd had asked for something with Harrison, so… I hope it’s okay! I don’t write for Harrison so this was a first time for me and it’s very short but like you said you like music so I figured I’d use your favorite song, Syd!
Thursday nights I like
Seeing you under the stars' light
Through the fire as bright
Wanna know what your love feels like
Thursday nights were your thing with your best friend Harrison. Well when he was home and not off being Tom’s assistant. But lately he’d been working on his own stuff, so he was home. Something you were really happy about.
So was he, he’d missed you more than anything while he was away. He could only stay in touch so much when he was working. So, getting to spend these nights with you meant everything to him. Not that you knew that exactly.
The fire in your living room crackled as you tugged your blanket closer to yourself. The two of you were watching a movie, all bundled up in warm blankets on the couch. Harrison instinctively shifted closer to you, earning a soft smile from you.
God, it took everything in him to not lean over and kiss you. He wanted you to be his, wanted to know what it was like to actually hold you and not have the fear of ruining everything hanging above him.
I can see you're real smart
World class piece of art
I can see you in the dark
All we have to do is start
You shifted closer to him again. You really wished you weren’t taking anything the wrong way. Just the way Harrison looked at you, it made your heart soar, he had to feel it too right? No one looked at someone the way he looked at you without feeling something more than friendship, right? You wrapped yourself around his arm and snuggled up into it.
Haz smiled down at you. He knew you were smart. He knew you had to have figured him out, there was no way you couldn’t tell that he treated you differently, or looked at you different or even just that he hugged you just longer than he hugged anyone else.
You were a light in his life. One that he knew could light his way to the correct answer.
I just wanna tell you that you're really pretty girl
I just wanna know if you will let me be your world
I just know you got to taste like candy, candy girl
I just wanna tell you that you're really pretty girl
Fuck, the words were right there, right stuck shut in his mouth. Just like they always were.
The words he knew you’d love to hear. Of just how pretty you are, how deserving of love you were. The words he spoke to himself about how much he wanted you to be his world. How much he wanted to taste your lips on his.
You're the one I like
I will find a reason tonight
Feel it all despite
The fact you don't like my type
But all those thoughts always came to a crumbling halt when he remembered, he wasn’t your type. All he wanted was for you to see him the way he saw you, but he knew he had to be mistaking any kind of sign. But, he knew deep down he needed to get it out, if he didn’t he’d either end up regretting it or he’d end up alone in the world, waiting for when you when you’d never come.
Wait, let me in
I want to show you the shape I'm in
“Let me in,” He whispered to you.
You glanced up at him, your warm smile making his own heart flutter. “Harrison, you’ve been in for a very long time.”
He could only stare at you, wondering if you knew what he meant. Hoping beyond belief that you didn’t think he meant just inside your home. He searched your eyes for an answer but you gave him one before he found it.
You leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips, praying you weren’t ruining everything.
Harrison couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your cheek and pulling you in for a long kiss.
Tags: Wanna be tagged? Just ask!
Not tagging for this because I don’t know if any of my perms are into Harrison *shrugs*
Summary: Celebrating her first Friendsmas with the gang, Amy hopes she won’t be intruding on their traditions.
Warnings: Anxiety, Teenage Awkwardness.
Words: 2,244
Beta: @flyonlittlewinchester
A/N: This is for @hollyjollyholland‘s Secret Santa! This is my present for @thelazypangolin , who is an absolute sweetheart and I hope you had an amazing holiday season. Also, if you couldn’t tell by the fic I’m 100% the anon who asked you which artists/musicians/bands you liked awhile back, lol.
Approaching the door of the apartment, the one Amy has come to know belongs to Peter Parker, she checks her wristwatch. Right on time, she thinks to herself while adjusting the box tucked between the crook of her elbow and her side. Amy counts the number of gift bags sitting inside the box to double check she’d brought one for everyone.
Her knuckles rap against the cream colored door, only to emit quiet knocks. Stepping back, she takes a deep breath to try and keep her worries at bay. What if they don’t like the gifts I got them? What if they don’t want me here? Maybe I shou- “Amy! I was hoping it was you,” Peter’s welcoming voice greets her. His arms immediately open for a mandatory hug before Amy’s allowed inside.
“Who is it?” The sound of MJ’s voice brings Amy ease as she fully embraces Peter with her unoccupied arm. He smells like gingerbread, Amy smiles at her thought.
“Didn’t you just hear him basically announce to the whole neighborhood that Amy’s here? You must’ve missed it in the bathroom,” Ned’s voice floats into the hallway making Amy and Peter chuckle. A hint of red coats Peter’s cheeks before he straightens his posture; stepping back into the apartment he gestures for Amy to come inside.
“I can take that for you,” Peter says, swiping the box of goodies out of Amy’s hold before she can protest. “No worries. I’ll just put them over here,” dismissing any worries Amy might’ve had, Peter places the box on the coffee table next to a few other presents. A small glittery green box is neatly wrapped with a golden bow atop it. Next to that there are three others: a small rectangular box wrapped in newspaper, a cylinder wrapped in blue wrapping paper with Santa riding a unicorn printed all over it, and lastly a red and white wrapped box resembling the colors of a peppermint laid next to your box.
The smell of gingerbread and cookies fills the room. Amy looks over to see Aunt May putting some sweets into a Tupperware container before stuffing a cookie in her mouth while the Tupperware goes into her purse. “Peter you know the rules, you know my number. Don’t call unless it’s actually an emergency this time, okay? Make sure everyone gets home by ten, I don’t need another call from Liz’s parents again.”
A smile makes its way across Amy’s lips as Aunt May gives her a small wave with her free hand. “Hey, Amy! Merry Christmas, I gotta go, be good.” Amy gives Aunt May a salute before laughing.
“Will do, will do, Ms. Parker.” Aunt May leaves with reassurance that they’ll be fine. The door creaks as it closes; the lacking sound of the latch causes everyone’s heads to turn.
“Oh, and Amy?”
“Yes?” Amy curiously awaits Aunt May’s response.
“Aunt May is fine. None of this- ‘Ms. Parker’ nonsense. I’m not that old.” The woman mocks offense before giving Amy a smile and waving goodbye to everyone. This time the door latches as it closes and everyone’s focus returns to the presents smack-dab in the center of the coffee table.
Ned sits on the right-hand side of the couch with his hands clasped in his lap. MJ sits on the left-hand side of the couch with her head resting in the palm of her hand, arm leaning against the armrest. Liz sits a few feet away from Ned on the carpeted floor in front of the coffee table, sitting on her shins as she eagerly eyes the presents.
A clap brings Amy out of her thoughts as her attention, along with everyone else's, is brought to Peter. “Now that everyone’s here, we should start!” He gestures for Amy to take the seat on the couch between MJ and Ned, but she just stares at him blankly.
“No, it’s okay.”
“You’re the guest,” Peter persuades as he tilts his head toward the seat, eyeing Amy intensely.
“Then why is Liz on the floor?” Amy retorts with her eyes narrowed at the awkward boy.
“Uh- because she chose to sit there? Now that everyone’s here,” Peter draws out his words as he urges Amy to sit on the couch before he continues. The girl finally accepts and sits between MJ and Ned on the plush brown couch. “We can begin!”
Peter drops to the floor and spreads his legs out in front of him as he rests his weight on his hands behind him on the carpet to prop himself up. “Who wants to start? We can just give everyone each other’s presents and then open them all at once? How’s that sound?”
“Sounds good to me,” Michelle responds first, followed by agreements from everyone else. “I can start!” Michelle reaches for the blue wrapped cylinder with Santa riding a unicorn on the paper. She hands the cylinder to Ned. “This is for you.”
“Oh, haha, thanks.” Ned smiles as he grabs the newspaper wrapped box and hands it to Michelle. “I’m actually your Secret Santa, too!” Liz hands the glittery green box with a golden bow to Peter, who lightly shakes it with his ear pressed against the box. Amy hands Liz a bag with a penguin sledding on it, the gifts shielded by red tissue paper.
With everyone’s gifts in their hands, they all sit back in their spots opening their respective gifts. Amy looks around the circle as she hasn’t gotten a gift; Peter’s eyes are on Amy as he slides the peppermint-colored gift box across the coffee table. “This is for you,” he offers a soft smile in turn.
“Thanks,” Amy’s voice comes out quieter than she’d meant for, yet Peter nods in response.
Ned receives a tube of slime from Michelle, and she receives a Funko Pop from Ned; a favorite cartoon character of hers. Liz receives a nice sweater and necklace from Amy while Liz gifted Peter a Spiderman poster probably with consideration of how much he raves about the hero. Peter smiles while Ned bursts out in laughter. “Now that’s amazing!” The comment from Ned has Peter sending him a ‘look’.
Ripping into the wrapping paper on her gift, Amy slides the box out of the paper and onto her lap. ‘Old Navy’, the label reads. “Oh! It’s not actually from Old Navy, we just didn’t have any other boxes.” Peter comments while his eyes remain on the poster he received, along with a box of Poptarts that were hiding before. His words leave Amy curious as to what really is inside the box. Lifting the top off, Amy is met with: A burgundy beanie, a small bottle of vanilla scented lotion, and two tickets to see Shawn Mendes.
Amy’s jaw drops open as she gawks at the gifts. “You got tickets to see Shawn Mendes?!” The shrill pitch of Amy’s voice causes MJ to cringe beside the girl.
“Yeah! I know you like him, and the tickets were a pretty good deal! I thought maybe we could go together? U-unless you want to use the ticket on someone else, it’s your gift, it’s cool. Whatever you want.” Peter clears his throat and smiles awkwardly as he averts everyone’s gaze to focus on his hands playing with the carpet.
“Yeah... yeah. Thank you, Peter.” Everyone thanks their Secret Santa in their own ways. Liz begins to pick up the scattered wrapping papers and trash. Ned opens his tub of slime, beginning to play with it.
“I thought we had a budget?” Ned speaks to no one in particular.
“Did we?” Peter laughs nervously as his hand rakes through his brown locks.
“Well I know we said that we were only getting gifts for the one person, but my Mom and I made cookies this week and I thought I’d bring you guys some.” Amy forgot to mention that there were indeed smaller little gifts inside as well: simple things she’d picked up at Five Below.
“Ooh! Your cookies are the best!” Liz hurriedly makes her way back from the kitchen where she’d thrown away the wrapping paper. A big smile makes its way across her face as she eagerly waits for Amy to hand her a bag. “Thank you, Aims, I love these! My thighs might not love these but I do and it’s the holidays so who cares?”
“Go figure,” Michelle jokes as a smirk displays itself across her lips. Receiving her own bag from Amy, Michelle puts the gift on the armrest of the couch alongside her other gifts.
“Speaking of your Mom’s famous cookies, Aunt May left us some gingerbread men in the kitchen! I actually should go put the other tray in the oven.” Peter is on his feet in an instant and already halfway to the kitchen.
“Thanks, Amy!” Ned gives the girl a quick smile before returning his focus to the wad of slime slowly descending toward his lap. Using his free hand to catch the drooping slime, Ned wads it into a ball and tries to keep it from sticking to his hands. “You can just leave it there,” Ned awkwardly laughs as Amy had been holding the bag out to him just watching the entire situation unfold.
“Yeah, no problem.” Amy puts the bag of cookies on the coffee table in front of Ned, her attention shifting toward the kitchen.
“Wanna come make cookies?” Michelle asks as she pokes her head out of the doorway. “Might wanna hurry though, Peter might eat them all by the time you get there!” Her loud taunt is directed toward Ned.
“I’m stuck!” Ned cries out, making Michelle roll her eyes and chuckle. Michelle decides to go help Ned while Amy makes her way to the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen, Amy stands in the doorway with her shoulder resting against the frame. Liz sits on top of the counter in the right-hand corner while Peter puts a timer on the oven. He leans back against the counter smiling when he sees Amy’s joined the scene.
Liz gasps; everyone’s attention pans to Liz in question to what the problem is. “Guys!” Liz squeals excitedly as she smiles, slightly squirming in her seat. With the pointing of a finger, Amy finds the reason for the girl’s excitement. “You have to, it’s tradition!”
Amy looks from the mistletoe hanging above her in the doorway to Peter who stands a few feet before her. Peter seems calm, his hands in his pocket as he stands there quietly. “What do you say?” The boy gulps, his stiff posture not helping to exude anything but the anxious he truly feels.
“Well,” Peter starts slowly, “we wouldn’t want to break tradition, would we?” A small smirk dares itself to make an appearance upon his lips. Taking a brave step forward, Peter begins to close the space between himself and Amy.
Amy simply nods, unable to voice her feelings and the fact that regardless of the mistletoe, it would be something she’d want. She finds herself looking up at Peter soon enough, only a few inches separating them now. “Liz?” Amy finally finds the confidence to speak.
“Yeah?” Liz watches from the counter with a big grin on her face, hands clasped in front of her chest as if in anticipation of the ‘event’ before her. The girl’s brows are quirked and the mere nonchalance she admits causes Amy to question whether her request is rude or not.
“Could you, uh, turn around please?” A nervous smile is what greets Liz as Amy pleads with her eyes for Liz to comply. Liz looks shocked for a moment before slipping off the counter and making her way toward them.
“Uh, yeah! No problem. I won’t look, as a matter of fact, I should probably see what Ned and MJ are up to.” Liz heads off down the hallway leaving Amy and Peter alone in the kitchen doorway.
“So…” Amy bites her lip in anticipation, “tradition, huh?”
Peter swallows his nerves and fear, “Yeah,” he replies quietly before his eyes are staring into Amy’s. Within a moment, Peter leans down while Amy brings a hand up to Peter’s cheek. Placing his lips on her cold ones, Peter closes his eyes while a hand snakes its way around Amy’s waist. His soft lips press against her own, softer than she could ever imagine. Amy smiles into the kiss, her hand slowly making its way around his neck, joined by her other to hold him close.
Eventually, it becomes hard to breathe and they both retract slowly. Opening her eyes, Amy’s arms fall to her sides as she stands there awkwardly, one hand coming up to hold her other arm.
“I’ve wanted to do that for awhile now,” Peter’s quiet confession causes Amy to do a double-take.
“What?” Amy wants to make sure she isn’t hearing things.
“I, uh, I probably shouldn’t have said that.” Face-palming, Peter grimaces. “I just ruined the moment, didn’t I?” A laugh erupts from Amy, who shakes her head.
Then you're left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're a sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
A/N: I really snuck this one in at the last second, this is my little secret Santa gift for @cheeryparker it’s a little short, but I hope that’s okay.
You brush through your voluminous black curls and then grab the clutch that was sitting on your dresser. You’d spent a little extra on the black velvet jumpsuit that currently highlighted your body, perfectly hugging the curves of your body, you had to say that you looked phenomenal.
You were going to Tom’s annual Christmas party, and had managed to snag him for the secret Santa. You open your jewelry box and lift out a smaller blue box. You’d decided to get your long time boyfriend an engagement ring because who said women can’t propose.
“Aj, you ready to go love?”
You took another look at yourself in the mirror, shaking out some nerves. Then fluffing your hair and rubbing your glossy lips together once more.
“Yeah Tom, I’m coming down the stairs right now,”
You stalk down the stairs to see Tom standing by the door talking to Harrison, both dressed in sleek black suits, both with their hair styled Haz more than Tom. You’d told Tom you liked his hair better when you could run your fingers through it.
“Well, how did I do this year?”
You do a little twirl as you stroll over to your dopey eyed boyfriend.
“Love I think you look stunning,”
Tom gives you a peck on the lips as you reach him, his hands falling to your waist giving it a light squeeze. A not so subtle cough pulls your attention away from Tom.
“So we’re ready to go?”
“Absolutely, lead the way Haz,”
Harrison walks out ahead of both leaving you to lock the door and have a moment alone before something so important, because of course you talked to him before you did this.
“You really do look incredible love, you’ll be the best dressed there,”
“Tom, if you think sweetening me up will make me all flustered, you’re right keep it up.”
He smirks and runs his eyes down your body as he pulls you in for another kiss, this one is more desperate. Your fingers reach up to pull through his hair lightly.
“Come on Love birds, we’ve got a party to go to,”
You giggle as Tom pulls away breathing heavily and flips Harrison off. You push him towards the car and give yourself a quick pep talk.
“You got this, you’ve got this.”
You strut down to the car where Tom is standing holding the door open for you. Putting on your best worst fake British accent you address him.
“Thank you kind sir,”
“Of course madam,”
You both chuckle together as you climb in the backseat, Harrison just rolls his eyes.
