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Little Lion Man

Little Lion Man

Summary: In which she remembers all in prom.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Blood, accidents, angst, swearing, bad writing

Prompt: Little Lion Man x Mumford and Sons

 Word Count: 3.3k 

A/N: Hiii guys!! This is for @sweetlysilent ’s 6k writing challenge. Congrats on your 6k!! and I’m really sorry for posting this late. Things happened and honestly, it got tangled and now that it’s fixed I had time to finish this and now here it is. Hope you enjoy!!

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Prom Night.

The night you dreaded. To be honest, it was something you’d imagine to come straight out of an early 2000’s teenage movie, with you being with the one you love and hanging out with friends.

But the universe is tricky. It used a lot of tricks. And that’s the thing, the universe is still debating whether or not the two of you belong together.  

Weep for yourself, my man,

You'll never be what is in your heart

Weep little lion man,

You're not as brave as you were at the start

You first met Peter during one of his hardest times, when his uncle Ben died.

It was the day after the funeral and Peter’s having the hardest time paying attention.

Sure, he’s smart and he knows a lot. But he’s particularly mentally distant that day.

The teachers would ask him questions, and he would just be delivering a blank stare, not saying anything just staring blankly. Even his friend Ned is worried about him. Ned tried talking to Peter, but to no avail, Peter is absent-minded that day. Even the teachers are raising their eyebrows due to Peter.

Having almost the same experience as him, the teachers decided for the school’s “Mental Health Awareness Week” to pair you both up. They didn’t assign both of you tasks, they just said to talk and open up. So, the two of you just sat in silence inside a deserted classroom until you decided to break the silence.

“You know, a lot of painful things are inevitable. Maybe God has a purpose as to why it happened. ‘Cause you know, everything happens for a reason,” You said, whispering softly finally coming into a conclusion.

“What happened?” Peter asked, his eyes glossing over thinking about that night and how hurt Aunt May was.

“My best friend died. A drunk driver hit her,” You answered smiling softly to let him know that you are on the road to recovery, that you’ve accepted her death.

Thus that conversation started a connection the both of you didn’t know you had.

Rate yourself and rake yourself,

Take all the courage you have left

Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

The first time he told you, or showed you rather, he was Spider-Man was during one night when he was severely injured and cannot go straight to his home. He went to your house and knocked on your window at midnight. Not knowing who the man behind the mask is, you still let him inside and came to his aid. He removed his mask and lo and behold the famous Spider-Man is Peter Benjamin Parker who took you by surprise that you accidentally dropped your first aid and some chemicals spilled on your carpet, luckily you both cleaned it up nicely, and no harm was done on your carpet. That was also the day he first made a move.

After aiding Peter, you left him to rest on your bed and you came back to find him asleep. Luckily your bed is a bunk, your parents had it as a bunk because they thought about the friends you could have sleeping over. You climbed to the top bunk and laid there for a while.

“Hey, Y/N, you still up?” Peter asked after a while from down below.

“Yeah, why?” You answered.

“I just want to say that I appreciate you so much, thank you for always helping me. Do you mind if I walk you home from school later?” He asked you, wanting to tell you something. It was supposed to be different than ‘do you mind if I walk you home from school tomorrow?’ but he decided against it, wanting to wait until later to just tell you.

“I don’t mind,” You said softly as your lips are lifting up to form a small smile. The two of you laid there in silence once again.

“Uh-anyways I got to go. Aunt May will kill me, bye Y/N. Goodnight,” he said lifting the window open and with a ‘thwip’ he’s gone.

The next day you both met in front of your locker. School was uneventful, as always. The only interesting thing was lunch today. During lunchtime, Peter was acting all nervous, like he’s sweating and stuttering. When you and MJ asked him what’s wrong, Ned just laughed. The three of you started teasing Peter, and he joined in on the laughter because you were drinking water and because you laughed, it caused you to spit it out earning you the nickname of water bender.

“Ready to go?” Peter asked you, as he saw you standing up and looking around, waiting for him.

“Ready,” You said giving him a small smile. Both of started walking out and Peter is really, very nervous.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting like that all day,” You asked him.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” He said, grinning sheepishly. “Look, Y/N,” He then felt some water droplets and looked around. He saw that it was starting to rain. He grabbed her hand and ran to the nearest bus stop.

“Peter, wha-what?” You asked him, as to why he suddenly ran towards the bus stop but still you followed him.

“It’s going to rain, very hard,” he answered, panting once the both of you reached the bus stop. “Don’t want you getting sick,”

“Is that so?” You asked him, daringly. As if on cue, it started raining, really hard.

In need of something exciting, you started running towards the rain and danced under it.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled running after you.

“What, Peter?” You asked him, giggling when you saw his drenched figure. “I don’t care if I get sick, as long as I die happily.” Peter looked at you with wide eyes as you said those words.

“You’re not dying, are you?” He asked a little ways away from you, seriously. Thoughts of you dying made him scared as he lost lots of people in his life. You just laughed and seeing Peter’s face morph into confusion made you laugh harder.

“No, no, of course not. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” You said trying to conceal your laughter. “Not really though,” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Peter then charged towards you, but you ran. You tried to run away from him, but he carried you over his shoulders. You started hitting his back, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed, his beautiful melodic laugh. He gently puts you down in the middle of the street.

The two of you stared at each other even though it’s raining. Then a thought suddenly comes to mind, you started laughing so hard that Peter first looked at you in confusion, then burst out laughing after you. You doubled over laughing and Peter helped you up while still laughing, and boy I tell you, it was not successful.

“What are you thinking?” Peter asked, after the both of you calmed down.

“I just thought of our middle-grade dance,” Peter’s face turned bright red and you doubled over laughing.

“Hey! I just thought that it was romantic to slow dance with you, under the fake rain that our hopeless romantics of teachers put up,” Peter grinned remembering how you reacted, but still embarrassed of himself after what happened. Yup. It was right, and damn it did not go as well as expected. Sure, because of seeing old prom movies with you he was sure that you wanted it to happen. Those kisses under the dance floor kind of thing, but because of your hopeless romantic teachers, rain started pouring inside the gymnasium. Just as the two of you are slow dancing well, the fake rain started to pour down.

“You’re kind of a hopeless romantic yourself, pretty boy,” You said getting him so flustered that his face turned redder.

“Uh-n-no-no I’m not!” He said, defending himself even though it is evident in his face that he is.

“Uh, yes you are,” You said, poking his nose that he’s taken aback and he just stares at you wide-eyed.

He sighed, “Okay, okay maybe I am. But, you are too! Remember your crush during grade 7? Adrian- what’s-his-name? We were all cringing!” And yes, it was a very cringe moment for you too. You know those middle grade crushes you’ve had on older guys’ way back in middle school? You had a crush on a twelfth grader, and you were head over heels for him.

“Okay, stop. You’re also making me cringe,” You said to him scrunching your face up, remembering those embarrassing times.

He smiled and there you saw the twinkle in his eyes again, making you fall head over heels right now. Sure, you had a crush on him, but moments like these makes you fall so hard for him. And right now, you’re falling fast and hard. You panicked. Not knowing what to do with your feelings and thinking of ways on how to escape this situation for him before one thing leads to another. So, you do the best you can do, freeze and just get so lost in thought.

“Hello? Y/N?” he said waving his hands frantically in front of you.

“Hm? What?” You said, coming out of your daze.

“I lost you for a moment there. A penny for your thoughts?” And there you go again, dazed and confused.  

“I think I like you,” And there you go, admitting it. Admitting that one thing you kept to yourself all this time, saying that you’ll say you like him when it’s clear. And right now, in this very moment, you’re confused and sure at the same time. It’s confusing, really. You’re feelings for him.  You know you’ve fallen hard for this boy yet you don’t want to do anything to move forward with him.  

“Fuck! I’m so sorry I said that! I don’t know what came over me! Shit!—“You kept rambling off and he cut you off with an,

“I think I like you too,” with a chuckle at the end noticing how your hands flared and cheeks flushed.

“Wait, what?” You stared at him in disbelief.

“I like you so much, and argh! I can’t describe it,” Peter’s having a hard time finding the words to say, you smiled softly walking towards him and putting your hands on top of his cheeks, caressing them, slowly leaning your face forward to meet his lips.

And right then, and there, you kissed him. Both of you not caring that it was raining so hard that both of you may catch a cold. At first, he was surprised but he eased back in and kissed you back. The both of you melted in each other’s touch, your hands reaching up to grab his hair and his hands cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss. But due to breathlessness and the adrenaline brought by the kiss, the both of you let go but your foreheads still touch.

“Wow,” You gushed,

“That was amazing,” Peter said finishing your sentence.

Thus, started a healthy relationship you had, until it goes downhill.

Tremble for yourself, my man,

You know that you have seen this all before

Tremble little lion man,

You'll never settle any of your scores

Your grace is wasted in your face,

Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

“Look, Peter. Just stop. You’re clearly not thinking right. Why don’t we just sleep and talk it out in the morning?” You said, clearly just tired from all the fighting and the yelling the both of you have been doing these past few hours.

“NO, Y/N! I DON’T WANT TO STOP!” Peter’s face is so red with fury by now with all the yelling he’s been doing and to him, you’ve done nothing but be kind to him but he wanted to protect you. Of course, you agreeing to be his girlfriend means that you have signed on to be his partner-in-crime and to accept who he is.

At his words and expression, you got taken aback that your jaw dropped, terrified of what he might do. He saw your expression and soften his.

“Then, get to the point then,” You said as your eyes gloss over, but you fight back the tears. Peter saw your expression, he couldn’t help but regret it. Regret all those fights you’ve had, all those foolish things he’s said, and regret those moments he didn’t cherish you. He was so busy proving himself these past few days to Mr. Stark that he didn’t notice that he left you--- his friends and Aunt May, too.

“No, no, no, no. Y/N, please, not right now,” He said almost kneeling down to beg you for his forgiveness.

“Then, what is it?” You said as tears came down your face. He hated seeing you cry, but he’s hurt you. He knows that he went past his limit.

“I--- ah, I---um,” Peter kept stumbling with his words, and you clearly saw that he’s struggling to get the words out, thinking whether or not he should say them.  

“Just say it, please,” You said, wanting to end the fight.

“I---just can’t do it anymore,” He says it all, all in one breath running out the door, slamming it behind him leaving you alone in your house. You just sank in your knees leaning against the coffee table for support, your sobs echoing all throughout the room. Unbeknownst to you, Peter was just in the back of the door listening to your cries, and couldn’t help but sink to his knees and lean his head back the door, regretting all that he’s said and all he has done.

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Didn't I, my dear?

Peter was walking home that fateful night back to his and Aunt May’s apartment. He was only one block away from yours when he heard you scream. He ran back to your apartment and he saw you there, unconscious and tied up. Behind you was Blackie Drago, the new Vulture who took on the mantle after Adrien Toomes died in his cellar.

This scene terrified Peter to the core. It was exactly what he was afraid of.

“So this is Y/N, eh? Spider-Man’s gal,” said Drago, standing behind you slowly holding onto your chair, “And you, Peter Benjamin Parker, is Spiderman isn’t that so?”

Peter was stuck. Frozen in place, thoughts are running his mind about what he should do, but he just stared. He stared ahead towards your unconscious body, towards Drago’s hands that were slowly creeping towards your neck.

Luckily, before that one big fight, he just came home from his patrol. He changed his clothes, but he forgot to remove his web shooters.

So, he shot a web towards Drago’s hands that were now back onto his sides after he saw Peter pull out his web shooters and did his signature sign.

“What? I have to tell you, kid, you’re quick,” Drago said, smirking. But he raised his hands and that confused Peter very much, and suddenly his wings spread and he flew taking you and the chair with him.

Peter followed after him, knowing very well that he cannot make a move or else he’ll drop you. He landed in an empty field and Peter followed suit. There, he stood but Drago quickly acted. He flew towards Peter and grabbed him by his neck. Drago flew upwards and upwards until Peter cannot see below. This attracted another Spiderman villain, Kraven. He quickly came to the scene and shot a light towards them. Drago noticed it and landed, letting go of Peter’s neck.

Peter gasped and fell to the land, gasping for breath. He regained his breathing, Kraven and Drago are now preparing to fight Peter, but he acted quickly. He shot a web towards their feet (and also Drago’s hands). He stood up, but he heard a whimper coming from you that stopped him from what he’ll be doing.

He ran towards you and untied you.

“Peter,” you breathed out, tears brimming your eyes.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Peter said pulling you into a hug. “But you got to listen to me, okay?”

“You have to run away as far as possible, don’t look back. Okay?” You nodded still in shock. Because earlier you were just crying and then someone knocked you in the head and now you’re here, in an empty field with no recollection of what happened.

“Now go! GO!” Peter said, hurrying you to go out. You ran, ran as fast as Quicksilver and never once looked back. Once you’re far you looked back and saw that Kraven will be hitting Peter with his double-barreled ray.

“PETER! LOOK OUT!” And as fast as a flash of lightning, he moved. The ray striking Drago that knocked him unconscious. Peter looked towards Kraven and saw that he was in shock, he thought that he has killed his partner. This gave Peter a chance to remove Kraven’s ray out of his vest and web him towards the bleachers.

Then, he ran towards you and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” The both of you kept repeating to each other.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But, I can’t do this if my enemies kept hunting me down and discovering my identity. You will get hurt, and I’m going to blame myself for it. I know I won’t be able to forgive myself if another villain came and got successful in killing me,” Peter said, slowly back out of the hug.

‘What? Peter, no. I love you, okay? And no matter what happens I promise it’s going to be alright. If I die, it’s on me, not you. So stop with those thoughts please,” You said, hurting but you can’t cry. Your head hurts and is throbbing so much you fell to the ground holding your head.

“Y/N, Y/N, what happened?” Peter knelt down.

“My head hurts,” you whimpered. He looked towards your head and saw that it’s bleeding.

“You’re bleeding, let me take you to the hospital,” You nodded, dozing off. “No, no, no don’t sleep,” Peter said slowly waking you up.

He used his web shooters to swing both of you towards the nearest hospital. He landed near the hospital and ran all the way inside.

“Help! Help! Her head is bleeding,” With Peter’s desperate yells, the nurses heard him and came pushing a gurney. He laid you down and ran with the nurses towards another room. Before he can enter, nurses stopped him. There, he stood for a moment and with tears in his hazel eyes, he left. Leaving you permanently to avoid injuries like these.

Your grace is wasted in your face,

Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Now, sitting alone in the booth looking at all those happy faces, you terribly missed the feeling of being in love.

Then a hand asking you to dance suddenly came into your view, you looked up and saw that it was Peter. He smiled sadly, but you smiled, sincerely accepting his invite. Both of you danced, danced the night away and forgot about what happened. Forgot the fear surrounding the both of you and left behind the worries for what the future may bring.

Sure, the universe is tricky. It performs lots of tricks, maybe to fool you, but somehow those tricks always worked out in the end for the greater good.

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You’re So Punny

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

WC: 3655

Warnings: maybe one bad word if you squint?

Notes: This is for @sweetlysilent 6k writing challenge!! Congratulations, that’s a HUGE number!!!! Holy cow. Thank you to @starksnack @spidermanstrash and @uselesspileofstressandsadness for helping me!!!!!! ILY ALL!!!!! Anyhoo, the prompt is bold. Kinda cheesy. Whatever. My first one-shot. Forgive me. Fluff galore. Enjoy.

Summary: Peter met you in academic decathlon practice and his way of wooing you is not up to Ned’s standards.

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“Peter, you have to quit. That’s so stupid!”

Shoulder to shoulder, best friends Peter Parker and Ned Leeds walked down the emptying halls of the Midtown School of Science and Technology on their way to Monday’s academic decathlon practice. Classes were done for the day and students not in clubs were clearing out.

“No way, man. She likes it!” Peter told his friend. There was a girl - not just a girl to Peter, however - on the decathlon team. She was a new student that year and to say that Peter had fallen hard and fast would be an understatement. In fact, he knew the instant he fell; it was when he heard her laugh.

“No, dude,” Ned plead, “she laughs because she’s nice and doesn’t want it to be awkward.”

Peter always felt nervous around new people. Though she was pretty, he hadn’t been any more nervous meeting her that first day of decathlon practice than he was meeting anyone else. But those nerves caused by meeting a new person were just enough to get Peter to tell a stupid joke. A stupid joke that made her laugh that laugh. That laugh, elicited by his nervous-rambling-driven joke, pushed him into the deep end.

“Ned, trust me. She’s going to like this one.”

Since the day they met, Peter spent time before each decathlon practice finding one joke he could tell to hear her sweet laugh again. Just one. Nothing much; he couldn't be too obvious. He  didn’t want to go a day without hearing it and seeing the bright smile that came with it.

The boys stepped into the library where the decathlon team met to study. Most of the group was already seated at their usual table; the only person missing was their teacher, Mr. Harrington. He was usually last and kicked off the meetings, but everyone knew Peter’s other friend, MJ, was actually in charge.

“Hey guys, decided to show up after all?” MJ prompted as Peter and Ned found seats at the table. Peter sat with Y/N on his right, as usual, while Ned sat across from him and next to MJ.

“We aren’t late; Mr. Harrington isn’t here yet,” Ned argued. While he continued bickering with MJ, Y/N leaned over to Peter.

“You’re not late; we haven’t done anything yet. Don’t stress,” she assured with a smile.

The brief yet sweet smile was just enough to tease the butterflies in Peter’s stomach. He nodded back softly; whispering a quick thanks as Mr. Harrington finally strolled in.

“Alright, guys. Let’s get going. Today is English and grammar day, right?”

“Yep, and I’ve got all the practice questions ready to go,” MJ responded, clearly more prepared than her superior. Every day after school, they’d study by breaking into two teams – one on each side of the table – and go through a mock competition for the subject of the day. They used flashcards for each question and even mocked the buzzer-pressing aspect of the decathlon. After going through all the questions, they’d spend the remaining time studying to fill in their gaps in knowledge. MJ handed Mr. Harrington the study questions and they quickly got started.

“What is an intransitive phrasal verb?”

Y/N’s hand slammed down on the table expecting competition, shrinking slightly when no one else did.

“Y/N?” Mr. Harrington prompted.

“An intransitive phrasal verb is a verb made up of a main verb together with an adverb or preposition that lacks an object.”

“Can you give an example?”

“Sure,” she leaned back in her chair in thought only a moment before springing forward. “They set offearly to miss rush hour traffic.”

“What? That doesn’t mean anything,” taunted Flash, a cocky boy sitting on the opposite side of Y/N from Peter.

“No, she’s right!” Mr. Harrington exclaimed, as surprised as anyone else to find out what the term meant. Everyone mocked Flash’s blind arrogance except Peter, who was far more focused on how smart the beaming girl next to him was.

Question after question was asked and answered, with each team responding to their fair share. Finally, Mr. Harrington reached the last card of the deck and, therefore, last question of the day before they’d break out to study.

“In William Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Hamlet, better known as Hamlet,” Mr. Harrington read, “what are the names of the protagonist’s two acquaintances from the University of Wittenberg who serve as comedic relief throughout the story?”

Peter and Y/N simultaneously slammed their hands down only moments before MJ.

“Peter?”

“Rosencrantz and...and-” he panicked, suddenly blanking on the second character. Golderson?Ganderstan? He couldn’t remember and his team’s time was running out before the other team could steal.

“Guildenstern!” Y/N piped up to aid him as the other team sank into their seats with the weight of defeat.

“Nice teamwork, you two,” Mr. Harrington acknowledged as Peter took the opportunity to thank Y/N for saving him yet again. “Let’s take a quick break before we get to studying.”

“You nerds are annoying, I’m going to the bathroom,” Flash announced, seeking attention.

Peter’s eyes locked with Ned’s while everyone surrounding them shuffled. “If you’re American in the bathroom and American when you come out, what are you in the bathroom?” he teased quietly, drawing an eye roll from Ned.

“Wait, what?” Y/N asked, turning from her backpack hanging on the back of her chair to face the blushing boy next to her. The room fell silent as everyone looked to Peter, though he only saw her, staring at him as if it whatever he had to say was the most important thing she’d ever hear.

Ned groaned.

“If you’re American in the bathroom, and American when you come out,” Peter proposed, confident in his choice of this joke for the day despite his friend’s ridicule. “What are you in the bathroom?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she broke eye contact and looked down in thought. Her tongue poked out the corner of her mouth, as it always did when she was perplexed. Normally the problems involved the quadratic formula or the laws of thermodynamics, but Peter didn’t care. Anything to see that face and hear that laugh.

She eventually looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. “European,” Peter jeered, his grin initially met with silence.

He watched her eyes as the joke clicked, first opening wide with amusement as she failed to hold back a small snort. She then hung her head and chuckled to herself before finally leaning back and giggled, hand on her stomach as she tried to contain her outburst of laughter. A bewildered Ned stared at her; he loved Peter but couldn’t comprehend how another person could possibly find his friend’s joke remotely funny.

Peter didn’t care how. He didn’t care why. All he cared about was seeing her nose scrunch up and the corners of her eyes crease in her fit of laughter, leaning back in her chair as her feet kicked off the ground and she giggled, struggling for air, over a stupid pun. His stupid pun.

Tuesday was slated for geography questions. Everyone sat in their usual seats as Mr. Harrington pulled out the cards and got straight into asking questions.

“The assassination of one man and his wife is regarded as a major cause of World War I. Name this man, his nationality, his title, and the year in which he died.”

The slam of a hand on the table echoed throughout the mostly-empty library. “Archduke Franz Ferdinand from Austria-Hungary died in 1914!”

As usual, questions flew by. Peter answered some questions, Y/N answered some questions - earning one courageous high-five from Peter - Ned answered questions. Everyone got at least a couple right.

“In what year did Switzerland gain its independence?”

“1291!”

Peter’s eyes lit up at the mention of the keyword for his joke of the day while Ned’s eyes characteristically rolled. Once again, Ned was not satisfied with Peter’s flirting strategy nor the joke itself. Peter leaned over to Y/N anyway, snickering and whispering the joke in her ear.

“What’s the best part about living in Switzerland?” he prompted, leaning away. Her eyebrows furrowed in brief thought before she shook her head in response.

“I don’t know,” Peter answered, “but the flag is a bigplus.”

Again it happened. She pressed her eyelids closed, rocked her head back, and blew air out her nose before it turned into a full-on giggle that distracted the whole team. Peter repeated the joke for the group, earning no more laughs than Y/N’s, but he couldn’t have cared less. The joke fulfilled its purpose.

Wednesday arrived and Peter couldn’t help but feel like he was on a roll. She laughed harder than ever at his jokes the last two days and, upon entering the library and seeing her in the same spot as always with his seat open on her left, struggled to contain his adoration. He hung his backpack on the back of the chair and slid into it, glancing at her as she turned to greet him.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbled, voice wavering, “You having a good day?” A simple question, sure, but her eyes twinkled as he spoke to her.

“Yeah,” she responded shyly, corners of her mouth tilting up as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah Peter, I am, thanks. How are you?”

“Great,” he admitted as he spotted Mr. Harrington walk in. “Really great.” She has no idea.

“Marathons are measured to be 26 miles 385 yards. How many meters is that?”

Pencils squeaked against notepaper and fingers hurriedly tapped against calculators for only a moment until Y/N shouted out the answer.

“Forty-two-thousand-one-hundred-ninety-five!”

Mr. Harrington nodded, running out of praise to give his students as they answered nearly every question correctly. Flustered, he dropped half the deck of cards and frantically tried to pick them up. Peter jumped at the opportunity to talk to Y/N; Ned was appalled as usual.

“Hey, Y/N,” Peter whispered, poking her shoulder and leaning over to her.

“Hmm?” She raised her eyebrows and grinned prematurely, growing accustomed to Peter’s quick quips whenever there was a lull in studying.

“Why can’t a nose,” he paused to point at her nose; the tip of his finger hovering centimeters away from her face, “be 12 inches long?”

Her forehead creased and tongue stuck out the corner subconsciously. She pressed her lips together, frustrated with the fact she could solve complex math problems but not Peter’s silly riddles. Eventually she gave up; she always enjoyed the goofy grin on his face when he got to spoil the answer for her. “I don’t know, Pete. Why can’t a nose be 12 inches long?”

“Because then,” he teased, “it would be a foot.”

For a moment his heart sank as she simply stared back at him. No laughter, no smile, no expression at all. She could only mask it so long, however. Her nostrils slowly flared as she lost control, lips pressing together harder and harder. Her cheeks rounded as she fought the smile from breaking, but it was too late. She burst out giggling that signature giggle, that one that multiplied the butterflies in Peter’s stomach exponentially. She looked at him sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye before playfully shoving him to the side and dropping her head onto her arms on the desk.

“I can’t handle your jokes, Peter Parker!” she said, voice muffled in her sleeves. He pulled her back up by the shoulder closest to him, chuckling to himself and shaking his head as she sat upright again. She turned to him as Mr. Harrington started reading the next question. She somehow had a way of feigning annoyance while still beaming up at him. And Peter? He lived for it.

Thursday’s study session rolled around like any other. As Peter and Ned walked to the library at the end of the regular school day, Peter once again rattled off the joke he prepared.

“Today’s history. I’m hoping there’ll be a question about a dam or a fish.”

“Peter, this is really setting up to be an awful joke. Are you seriously using this random garbage to flirt with her? Dams and fish really don’t get people in the mood,” he said, finger quotes and all. “You know how to use dams to get her in the mood? You say, “Damn, you are so beautiful,” or something normal, for goodness sake!” Ned’s tolerance for Peter’s inability to simply talk to the girl he liked so much was dwindling.

Peter shrugged him off as the two of them entered the library. Mr. Harrington followed shortly after.

“What day is today?”

“Thursday,” MJ asserted, “but we’re going to need to practice with much tougher questions than that if we’re going to be ready for the decathlon in a few weeks.”

“I’m choosing to ignore you. Ok, first question,” Mr. Harrington started, “why was the Hoover Dam sometimes referred to as the Boulder Dam until a resolution was passed that officially declared it the Hoover Dam?”

With dams on his mind - and not joke ones - from his conversation only moments ago, Ned surged at the chance to answer the question. “Many people didn’t want to call it the Hoover Dam because they felt Herbert Hoover, the president after which it was named, was partly to blame for the Great Depression.”

Sticking directly to his playbook, Peter leaned over to Y/N while Mr. Harrington told Ned he was correct and shuffled to the next card.

“What did the fish say when he swam into a wall?” He asked, whispering in her ear.

“What wall would a--ohhh,” she sighed, having put together the pieces. Her lips widened into a closed mouth smile as she faced Peter, closing her eyes and pressing her lips together to keep the giggles down. Peter grinned expectantly, wondering if she really had the right answer for once.

She opened her eyes and they immediately locked with Peter’s. “Dam,” the both muttered softly, Peter sporting a broadening smile and her fighting - unsuccessfully, of course - to contain the giggles. She hung her head, stifling her laughter as best as possible. Peter reveled in the moment; he couldn’t even see her face but it was enough for him to know she was laughing and that he helped paint a smile on her beautiful face. He nudged her shoulder to get her attention as Mr. Harrington started to read out the following question; the last thing he wanted was to get her in trouble.

“What is one way the Europeans justified their land policy in North America in the context of taking land from Great Plains Indians?”

Peter marveled in the fact that somehow, though he had been distracting her the first half of the question, she found a way to be the first to answer it.

“Y/N?”

“They claimed the Great Plains Indians were nomads and therefore had no ownership of the land in the first place.”

Ned was right: damn, she was beautiful. Peter also thought she was brilliant, however, in every sense of the word.

On Friday, Mr. Harrington made a deal (with MJ’s approval, of course) to let everyone go early since the team had done so well all week. They just had to get through the review questions and wouldn’t have to stay and study. As the deck of remaining science questions thinned, Peter anxiously awaited a question involving the topic of his joke for Y/N. His knee involuntarily bounced like a jackhammer while he sat, his focus on the girl by his side but his mind drifting to places far away from the Midtown library.

“Two solid spheres of radius R made of the same type of steel are placed in contact, as shown in the figure.” Mr. Harrington slid a piece of paper with the diagram onto the table for the students to see before continuing. “The magnitude of the gravitational force that they exert on each other is F1. When two other solid spheres of radius 3R made of this steel are placed in contact, what is the magnitude of the gravitational force that they exert on each other?”

Y/N jumped in for what Peter felt like the thousandth time that day. Is there anything she doesn’t know? “81F1, based on Newton’s Law of Gravitation.” Flash was sick of this girl stealing his thunder and loudly sighed while rolling his eyes.

“Correct, Y/N. And Flash, I saw that. You can’t answer the next question,” he commanded, having had enough of Flash’s pouting. “Last one before the weekend. Which NASA mission in what year first put man on the moon?”

All Peter’s twitchy feelings channeled into an aggressive slap of his hand down on the desk. The other students, some trying to hit the table themselves, recoiled at the sound that now reverberated off the library walls. The other students raised their eyebrows at his sudden outburst, exacerbating his anxiety. As he surveyed the group, hesitant to answer, his eyes fell upon Y/N, whose eyebrows were raised but in a tickled sort of way; the corners of her mouth peeled up as she smiled as his goofy competitiveness.

A wave of calm flooded through him as the corners of her eyes pinched together. “Apollo 8, NASA’s second manned mission to the moon, sent astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin to walk on the moon.” He inhaled deeply as he finished his response, watching as her smile widened even further with his correct answer.

“Great, Peter. Good job, guys. Enjoy the study break and have a good weekend,” Mr. Harrington concluded as he exited.

Peter nudged Y/N as everyone was packing up their backpacks. He was greeted by her already-expectant face; it was as if it was preparing to smile and laugh just by looking at him. “Did you hear the story about the claustrophobic astronaut?” he asked her.

She cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips. Her eyes never left his; she searched them as if hoping to find the answer beneath their deep brown hue. “No, Peter, I didn’t.”

He grinned back at her. “She just needed a little...space.”

Her reaction was instantaneous; her head dropped back in laughter. Her chair leaned back with her, tipping just past its point. Her laugh faded out as she realized she was falling, but Peter was there to catch the chair without even moving from his own. Knowingly safe, she returned to laughing without even a second to pause. Peter pushed her slightly, drawing an eruption of even more as she lost her balance while she tried to pick up her heavy backpack. Finally, under control, she waved and walked out of the library just a few yards ahead of Peter and Ned.

“Dude, you’re so weird. She needed space?” Ned groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hang on Ned, I have to do something really quick.”

Peter grabbed his backpack straps and trotted up ahead to catch up with Y/N as they walked through the front doors to the outside of the school where parents picked up their kids. “Hey, Y/N,” he called, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

She turned around, smiling as soon as she caught a glimpse of his face. His heart pounded in his chest but it was warm, so warm at the sight of her exceptionally silly yet elegant smile.

“Hey, Pete. What’s up? You find an extra joke to hold me over for the weekend?” She giggled, unknowingly making his heart pound that much harder as he scoured the depths of his brain for one more joke, the one that would make this perfect. And then it hit him.

“Uh, yeah, kind of, actually!” He cracked jokes all week but for some reason this one didn’t want to come out. It was just another pun, but this time a little more was at stake. “Are you...are you made of copper and tellurium?” He paused, recharging his courage to deliver the punchline. “Because you’re Cu-Te and...and I was wondering...if you’d like to go out sometime? On a…a date?”

Peter gripped the straps of his backpack tighter. So tight even, his knuckles turned white. He didn’t realize how sticky his palms were until this moment he waited for her response. She looked back at him, biting her bottom lip as a grin stretched wider and wider across her face until she succumbed to her usual giggle fit. Now biting her lip again, she looked down, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her right ear before bringing her gaze back to Peter’s hopeful eyes.

“Peter, I’m very flattered, but that is the worst joke I’ve ever heard,” she admitted, instantly falling back into snickering. “But to answer your question, yes, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

His eyes danced as if seeing the stars for the first time. “Really? I mean - sounds good, yeah, I’ll text you?”

She smiled again, charmed by his nerves. A girl that laughed at both his nervous wavering and his science puns? Peter knew he hit the jackpot.

“Sounds good,” she answered, eyes twinkling up at his. Her own heart swelling, she rested her hand on his shoulder and stood up on her tiptoes, leaning in to press her smiling lips to his cheek ever so softly. Peter stood paralyzed all the way until she leaned back onto her heels and turned to walk to her dad’s car waiting in the pick-up lane. She got in the car and typed something on her phone, then pointed from her phone to him through the window and waved as her dad drove away. Peter watched as the car disappeared around the corner, only brought back to reality by a quiet buzz in his pocket.

Y/N: Do you like science? Because I’ve got my ion you ;)

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[definitely-not-black-cat]

Infidelity

Oohkay. This one is going to hurt a bit. Sorry.

This is for @sweetlysilent 6k writing challenge! Congrats again, babe, you deserve it!!

Warnings - Cheating, Angst

Word Count - 1620 (that’s a lot longer than I thought)

“We shouldn’t do this” You mumbled, but you knew instantly that your words would fall on deaf ears. Harrison would be home soon, and you didn’t want him to catch you, so you were desperate to get Noah out of your shared apartment before he came back. It was wrong, and you knew it. Honestly, you couldn’t even remember how’d you’d ended up here in the first place. One drink with your coworker lead to another, then another, and before you could stop yourself to think about what you were doing, you’d already done it. The one thing you could never take back, and you had done it almost without a second thought. That was months ago, and while you knew you should have stopped it, you couldn’t find the strength to do so. Between the feeling of guilt twisting in your stomach and Noah moving his lips down your throat, you had completely missed the sound of the front door opening.

Harrison had come back from the set he’d been working on a little early, hoping to surprise you with your favorite take-out. The sound of you giggling and moaning sparked an unfamiliar feeling in his chest. Part of him didn’t want to know what was going on behind the closed bedroom door, but the other part needed to confirm what he was hearing. What he found crushed his heart into bits and made his gut sit in a disgusting mix of anger and anguish. There you were, the love of his life, snuggled up with your ‘friend from work’. The same ‘friend’ you had insisted Harrison had nothing to worry about. Never in a million years had Harrison ever thought that you would cheat on him. He trusted you, which is why when you spent so much time convincing him that Noah wasn’t a threat, he easily, and perhaps stupidly, believed you. He locked his jaw in anger, glaring harshly between Noah and you. In an attempt to save your relationship, you immediately jumped out of your shared bed, rushing over to your boyfriend who was busy stalking towards your lover, and you swore if looks could kill, Noah would have dropped dead already.

“Get out” Harrison growled angrily, shoving the boy’s clothes into his arms.

Noah didn’t hesitate even the slightest bit, not even fully dressing himself before sprinting for the front door, slamming it behind him. Once he was gone, Harrison didn’t say a word to you, and you realized just how alone you felt. With Noah gone and Haz unable to even look you in the eyes, you were left for a moment to understand the magnitude of what you had done. He had long since left your side, sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Harrison wasn’t one to get angry very often, but when he did, it absolutely terrified you. Putting a soft hand on his shoulder, you frowned when he jerked his body away from you. There was no expression on his face, he just stared at you blankly while tears began to collect in your eyes. You had no right to cry, and you instantly felt more guilt wash over you for it.

“Harrison, please. Yell, scream, cry, I don’t care, just...please do something.” You begged, his lack of emotion was really starting to frighten you.

“How could you do this to me? How long have you been doing this to me?” Even though he whispered, his voice still broke.

“I don’t think you want me to answer that…” You trailed off, feeling small, hating how he was avoiding eye contact with you.

“I asked you a bloody question, Y/N. Why the fuck did you do this and how long has it been happening?”

“A few months. You’re never home...and it was easy.” You were amazed at how calmly the conversation had started.

“E...easy?” Harrison stuttered as he finally looked up at you with a broken expression. His lip quivered as tears streamed down his cheeks and you wanted nothing more than to hold him and promise you would never hurt him again. But, something told you that you were far past that now.

“Hazzy, I-”

“Don’t fucking call me that, Y/N. That’s not fair! You don’t get to cheat on me and then call me that, give me that look and expect me to forgive you just like that. That’s not fair.” He repeated, ripping a shaking hand through his already tousled and disheveled hair.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You whimpered out, feeling your own tears roll down your cheeks.

“You didn’t mean to hurt me?!” he was angry now, stalking towards you and you hated how much he towered over you, “What was the point of it then? Was I supposed to be happy that you’re sleeping around behind my back? You’re right, Y/N, I’m thrilled that the love of my life is unfaithful. Overjoyed that I caught the woman I was hoping to spend the rest of my life with, in our bed with another man.” He seethed, causing you to flinch.

“Harrison, please I’m still in-”

“Don’t you dare” He hissed, pointing a lanky finger in your face. “Don’t you dare tell me that you’re still in love with me. Don’t say that it was an accident and that you didn’t mean it. Nothing happens by chance, everything happens by choice. You chose to cheat on me, and the worst part is, I can’t even say that you did this to yourself. You did this to the both of us for reasons I will never understand. I gave you everything I had, Y/N, and if that isn’t good enough...I don’t know what else you could possibly want from me.” He shook his head and you could feel your heart rate picking up speed. You didn’t deserve his mercy or forgiveness, but you were hoping that he could find it somewhere in himself to do just that.

“I’m sorry. You have to believe me. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I believe that you realize that you fucked up-” He hesitated, taking a step back from you, tears never slowing down his cheeks, “-but I don’t for one fucking second believe that you’re sorry.”

“You still love me, Harrison, you know you do, just please, please forgive me. I will never hurt you again, I swear.”

“I HAVE FORGIVEN YOU!” He roared and for the first time ever, you cowered away from your boyfriend in sheer terror. You had never seen him so angry in your life. “I forgave you for sneaking around months ago because you didn’t want to tell me where you were going. I forgave you for not wanting to go see my family last weekend because I figured you had a good enough reason. I forgave you for canceling our plans over and over because I loved you and I was willing to do anything to make you happy. Most importantly, I forgave you EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. you made me put my entire life on hold for you. But this? Violating my trust? I won’t forgive you for this...I think you should leave.”

“Harrison, please let me fix this.” Panic began to set in as you realized that you were losing the one person who had always been on your side and had loved you through all the bullshit you’d put him through. “I made a mistake!”

“No, this was the mistake,” He gestured between the two of you weakly, “And there’s nothing to fix. I’m done.”

“What do you mean this was a mistake? Harrison, we love each other!” You argued, grasping at straws to convince him to stay with you, but even you knew that it was a useless effort. Harrison sucked in a deep breath, his tears finally ceasing to flow, only leaving the ones to dry on his cheeks. You could see in his eyes that he’d made his mind up and that he had found new confidence in his decision.

“I regret ever loving you. Now go pack your shit and get the hell out of my apartment.”

The unrecognizable, cruel look in his eyes terrified you, so you instantly rushed to your once shared bedroom, fumbling to throw all of your things into the suitcase you had bought ages ago, back when the two of you were undeniably happy. You found yourself reminiscing as you threw your belongings into the bag haphazardly. You couldn’t see your now ex-boyfriend, as he hadn’t followed you, but you could hear him sobbing in the other room. When you were done packing, you rolled your suitcase out into the living room, knowing that this was goodbye. Your vision was blurry as you crossed the room to put a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch away from your touch this time, instead just looking at you through equally teary eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I really hope you fall in love with someone who actually deserves you, and I don’t know that I’ll ever forgive myself for not being better for you. If you believe anything I tell you after this, just know that you didn’t deserve this, and I’m so sorry.” You choked out, your lips trembling beyond your ability to control them, and Harrison, too afraid that if he spoke he would betray himself and beg you to stay with him, just nodded his head. You turned your back on the life you’d come to love, knowing that things may never be the same for either of you, but you knew one thing for certain. You were never going to hurt anyone the way you’d hurt Harrison Osterfield again.

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[sweetlysilent]

Hello lovelies!! So, I recently just hit 6k about two weeks ago on New Year’s Eve (which is crazy!!) I’m still so amazed that so many of you continue to follow me and enjoy reading what I write. I’m so blessed for each and every one of you, I love you all so much. That being said, I had asked what you all wanted to do to celebrate and you all wanted a writing challenge! I’ve never actually done one before (I know I’m a loser) so I based all the rules and info off of some of my favorite blogs that have done a writing challenge. All the prompts are under the cut! Have fun and happy writing! ❤

I used these prompt lists and song list: [X], [X], [X] 

Blogs that I based the rules/info on: [X], [X], [X]

Rules/Info:

You don’t have to be following me but.. it’d be nice :)

3 people per dialogue prompt.

3 people per song prompt.

AU’s are open to everyone, so if you’d like to use one, you may.

You can write for any MCU character, their actors and actresses + Harrison Osterfield.

Reader insert, OC’s, and third person are welcome.

NO first person.

It can be angsty, fluffy, smutty, etc. (No smut for anyone under 18. seriously.)

Must be a minimum of 500 words.

If you write more than 500 words please use the “read more” feature.

Send me an ASK with the prompt + AU (if you’re using an AU) you want and the character/person. (You can send in a backup just in case your prompt is taken).

ONE entry per person please.

I’ll be updating this post and putting a strike through which prompts are taken.

TAG me in your writing and use the hashtag #sweetlysilents6kwc

I’ll reblog every piece of writing and put it on a separate masterlist.

If I haven’t reblogged it within a week, feel free to send me an ask to make sure I’ve seen it. (I don’t always get notifs that I’ve been tagged).

You can write a one-shot, two-shot, make it a part of a series, etc.

Starts when you see this and the end date will be March 1st, 2019 (If you end up needing more time just let me know!)

Please reblog to spread the word❤️

Dialogue Prompts:

ANGST Prompts:

“It’s all my fault.”

“I trusted you.”

“I never wanted this.”

“Get out of here! Just leave!”

“Please talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“You’re a horrible person.”

“I can’t do this again. I won’t.”

“What the hell do you want now?”

“You deserve so much better than me.”

“Don’t put me in this position.”

“I can’t live without you. Don’t go. Please.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing.” - @fairydustparker w/ Bodyguard!Tom

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why can’t you forgive me?”

“I’m never coming back here.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me.”

“You ruined my life.”

“I know you won’t forgive me, but I’m still sorry.”

“You crossed a line.”

“I never want to see you again.”

“That was the only lie! I swear.” - @naturallytom w/ Tom

“That was the worst day of my life.”

“I just want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”

“Did it take you long to move on from me?” - @urbanhaz w/ Tom

“It was an accident!”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“We have to let go.” - @fortheloveoflamp w/ Peter Parker

“Burn in hell, for all I care.”

“You broke my heart.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I regret ever loving you.” - @summernykole w/ Harrison

“I needed you. And you weren’t there.”

“The worst part is, I loved you anyway.” - @death-over-coffee w/ College!Roommate!Peter Parker

FLUFF Prompts:

“Nobody in the world has hands this soft.”

“Well, if I tell you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.” - @spiderboytotherescue w/ Tom

“Can we share the blanket?”

“You’re adorable when you’re mad.”

“Are you sure you’re not cold?”

“I want to spend all my time with you.” - @thelazypangolin w/ Tom

“You’re cute even when you make that face.”

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“I don’t wanna go without you.”

“When I’m with you, nothing else matters.”

“I planned the perfect date.”

“Stop making me laugh!” - @fanficparker w/ Roommate!Harrison

“Take my jacket.”

“That looks hard. Let’s switch.”

“I can’t be mad at you.”

“I love you, but you need to shut up.”

“I love your smile.”

“Gimme your hand.

“You smell fantastic.”

“Thanks for marrying me.”

“I made dinner. Surprise!”

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“I have never loved you as much as I do right now.”

“I wouldn’t wanna fight you. You’re pretty feisty.”

“Is it weird that was a total turn on?”

“You could always go nude.”

“They’re coming. Kiss me!” - @tomhollanders2013 w/ Tom

“I’m flattered you’re jealous.”

“I want a baby.”

“Cheers to you and me.”

“Would you warm me up?”

“That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” - @myspideysensesrtingling w/ Peter Parker

“All I want is you.”

“If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.” - @h-osterfield w/ Tom

AU Prompts:

Roommate

Neighbors

Soulmate

Best Friends

Fuckboy

Boxer

Mob

College/Uni

Friend With Benefits

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Doctor

CEO

Bodyguard

KOH

QOH

Song Prompts:

Perfect x Ed Sheeran - @calum-hoodwinked-me w/ Harrison

Sail x A Summer High

Say My Name x David Guetta

Dive x Ed Sheeran

Stupid for You x Waterparks

Colors x Halsey

Is There Somewhere x Halsey

White Blank Page x Mumford & Sons

Into You x Ariana Grande

In My Veins x Andrew Belle

Ferrari x The Neighbourhood

Roses x Shawn Mendes

Sunflower - Post Malone

Like This x Shawn Mendes

Thinking Bout You x Ariana Grande

Three Empty Words x Shawn Mendes

Bad Reputation x Shawn Mendes

Little Lion Man x Mumford & Sons - @spidey-caps w/ Peter Parker

i hate you, i love you x gnash

Home with You x Madison Beer

Feelings Fade x gnash

Tagging some people who might be interested:

@starksparker @tomhollanders2013 @fairydustparker @hazhasmycoffee @h-osterfield @hollandroos @cosmetologynerd @gab-spidey @urbanhaz @neptuneparker @parkerpuff @pparkerwrites @hazsterfield @hazspancakes @tomshufflepuff @madmadmilk @dtftomholland @thothollandd @dej-okay @thelazypangolin @spxderbarnes

[sweetlysilent]

Squeezing your eyes shut, more tears fell. “So them thinking that you hate my guts is better than them thinking that you actually felt something for me.”

UM OW SHSJSKAK

Mad At You (Frat!Tom Holland x reader)

based loosely off Mad At You by Noah Cyrus!!

this is a short lil thing for @sweetlysilent‘s 6k writing challenge !!

lyrics: italicized 

please reblog and leave feedback!!

_______________________________________________________________________We need to talk, you just say, “I don’t want to start a fight”

We need to talk.

It was such a simple phrase, yet it held so much emotion in it. When you texted it to Tom, you weren’t expecting him to respond with ‘I know.’

A knock on your apartment door pulled you from your thoughts. Opening it, you were greeted by Tom, his hair still wet from his shower. He wore a hoodie and sweats and you couldn’t help your heart from pounding in your chest. You had a complicated relationship with Tom, you hated each other. The past few months, however, the two of you were in a weird phase. You weren’t dating, you weren’t officially together but you sure as hell didn’t hate each other. You thought it was going well. That is, until you heard that he had lied. That he didn’t like you the way you liked him.

“Hey.”

Tom was the first to speak. He spoke softly, but full of emotion, even for a three letter word. You simply nodded, letting him in.

Keep reading

[sweetlysilent]

Writing Challenge

The Boy Next Door (Tom Holland x Reader) - @tomhollanders2013

Summary: Fluff Prompt: #28 “They’re coming. Kiss me!” (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Perfect (Harrison Osterfield x Reader) - @calum-hoodwinked-me

Summary: Y/N grew up best friends with Harrison. What happens when he leaves her behind to help Tom with his movie?

Infidelity (Harrison Osterfield x Reader) - @summernykole

Summary: Angst Prompt: #33 “I regret ever loving you.” 

Chocolates, Flowers, And Balloons! (Harrison Osterfield x Reader) - @fanficparker

Summary: Y/n’s first meeting with Harrison was a disaster. They ended up hating each other. But things take new turns and eventually it’s Valentine’s Day. Are chocolates, flowers and balloons enough to please you to go for a date with Harrison?  (Enemies to Lovers - University AU)

You’re So Punny (Peter Parker x Reader) - @myspideysensesrtingling

Summary: Fluff Prompt: #33 “That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” 

Mad At You (Frat!Tom Holland x Reader) - @naturallytom

Summary: We need to talk, you just say, “I don’t want to start a fight.”

Untitled (Peter Parker x Reader) - @death-over-coffee

Summary: Angst Prompt: #35 “The worst part is, I loved you anyway.” (College!Roommate AU)

[sweetlysilent]

Hey, can I have college/roommates AU with Peter and "The worst part is, I loved you anyway" for the 6k challenge?

yes of course!! it’s all yours lovely!😊💜

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

Alysha, can I have the prompt 6. “I want to spend all my time with you.” from the fluff playlist. It'll be a reader insert fic with tom💜

ahhh yes of course you can!! it’s all yours lovely🥰

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

Congrats on 6k lovely!!!! Can i do fluff prompt #2 with Tom please? 💞

thank you bb!!☺️ yes of course!! it’s all yours lovely!❤️

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

hey!!! congrats on 6k!!!!!! May I try the writing challenge with fluff prompt #33 ("that was the worst joke I've ever heard" with peter parker pretty please? thank you :)

ahhh yes of course!! it’s all yours lovely!!🥰

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

Congratulations for 6K... 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I'm a huge fan of this sweet talented writer....!!! Plus I want to engage myself in this grand 6k celebration of yours by participating in your writing challenge... I wanna do: Fluff Prompt 13: “Stop making me laugh!” with Roomates!Harrison Osterfield x Reader in 2nd person narrative...! I hope I get a chance... Lots of love ~ @fanficparker

thank you🥰 & of course bb!! it’s all yours!💖

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

Hii! I saw your writing challenge and really wanted to enter. Can I have the song prompt "Little Lion Man" by Mumford and Sons with Peter Parker? I read a lot of your works yesterday and I loved it! So, I thought why not enter your writing challenge. Thank you and have a great day!

awe of course you can!!😊 it’s all yours!💜

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

HELLO!!! Congrats on 6k, that’s so exciting!! May I request angst prompt #29 with Peter Parker? Thanks in advance, congrats again!!!! :))))

hello lovely!! thank you so much🥰

& yes of course!! it’s all yours!!💜

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

Hey there, hon! Congrats on 6k :D I was wondering if I could please have angst prompt 26 with Tom, please?

thank you bb!!🥰

& yes of course!! it’s all yours!💙

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

congrats on 6k!! can i do angst prompt 23 with tom? -naturallytom

thanks bb!!🥰

& yes of course!! it’s all yours💜

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge

[sweetlysilent]

Ooo!! Can I have the prompt “Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing.” with Bodyguard!Tom. Also congrats on 6k because you deserve all of the love💗💗💗💗

ahh thanks bb!!💜

& yes of course!! it’s all yours :))

Sweetlysilent’s 6k Writing Challenge