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Hickies (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can you do one where Peter and reader got a bit steamy with a make out session and Peter doesn’t notices to ton of very very noticeable hickies on him until he’s left his room and him trying to survive the day with it?

A/N: Hey guys! I am finishing my exams this Wednesday, so I will probably upload nothing else until then -I will try to write my imagine based on the incredible trailer that day, so it should be up on Thursday at most!

Peter laughed softly as your lips traveled down his neck, leaving small kisses. His t-shirt was off, you wearing it.
‘’Babe, somebody is gonna barge in’’ he whispered, a smile on his lips as your lips kissed his stomach. ‘’Are you giving me a hickie?’’ he asked, furrowing his brows.
You raised your head to look at him, a smile plastered on your face.
‘’Of course not’’ you reassured him.
He brought your face close to his and kissed you, the kiss getting more intense as time passed. His hands traveled to your hair, messing it up, then moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him as he sat on the bed. You put your hands on his hair, pulling at some strands and making him groan.
Lowering your head, you started to kiss his neck again, his eyes closed. His hands moved to your butt, making you moan softly as you gave him a hickie, which was followed by multiple others, although he didn’t notice.
You kissed him on the lips again, his tongue entering your mouth as your hands drew patterns on his back. He run his hands up and down your body, enjoying the feeling of having you so close to him.
Finally pulling apart to breathe, you rested your forehead against his and smiled softly, opening your eyes to find his looking at you with an expression full of love. He grinned before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt with his hands.
‘’Will you give me back my t-shirt so I can go out and have breakfast?’’ he said, the grin still on his face.
You laughed and took it off, his eyes never leaving your body. You then put on your clothes, and as you looked at him putting on his t-shirt, you admired the way his neck was full of hickies, although he didn’t notice.
‘’Let’s go grab some food’’ you said, getting up from bed and grabbing his hand.
You both left your room at the Avengers Tower and walked towards the kitchen, a comfortable silence between you.
When you got to the kitchen, everybody was there, considering it was still pretty early and they couldn’t afford to sleep in and lose training.
‘’Good morning everyone’’ you said as you let Peter’s hand go, walking to the fridge to get some juice.
Peter sat on a stool as you passed him some pancakes, and Tony looked at him with a smirk on his face before nudging Steve’s side.
‘’Spiderboy, what you got in your neck?’’ he asked, the smirk present on his voice.
Peter automatically raised his hand and put it on his neck, trying to see if he had something.
‘’What do you mean?’’ he asked, his voice raising an octave.
‘’It seems like somebody decided to paint a sunset there’’ Natasha told him.
You rested against the counter, a cup of warm coffee in your hands, which you brought close to your lips.
‘’I’m pretty artsy, right?’’ you asked, taking a small sip of your drink.
Peter gasped and looked at you, an offended look in his eyes.
‘’You said you hadn’t given me a hickie!’’ he accused you.
‘’When you asked me, I hadn’t’’ you said, shrugging your shoulders.
Everybody laughed as they looked at Peter, who looked like an angry kid.
‘’What am I supposed to tell my aunt? The ‘I fell going down the stairs’ excuse isn’t gonna make it this time!’’ he complained.

I Remember It

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 5,520 (minus song lyrics)

Warnings: angst and heartbreak - no resolution to it (sorry)

Summary: In a short amount of time, Steve became one of your best friends. Over the course of your 11 month friendship, things changed so drastically that you could barely keep up - and you’re still suffering the Rogers Effect a year on…

(italics are all flashbacks, **flashback scene in a flashback)

A/N: This is based off of the Taylor Swift song “All Too Well”, so I wrote this for Steve because I wanted to do an angst-feels fic that essentially was all about heartbreak. This fic talks about events taking place over 11 months, then 3 months after those 11 months - so where I’ve written “1 month post…” means 1 months after the events of the 11 months. If that makes sense? And I designed it to jump around, it’s a rollercoaster! I used real experiences for this too so yeah, hopefully it breaks your heart a little <3 ily

You stepped through your apartment door, your heart heavy with sadness. You had been on your way home from SHIELD, mindlessly flicking through your social media when you saw a photo Wanda had uploaded two hours ago of the whole team. Your heart had sunken into your chest, your breathing ceased, as your eyes were drawn to look at his face. You tortured yourself doing this, stopping to stare at the photo instead of scrolling passed it like you should have.

It had been just over a year since you’d seen him, even longer since you had spoken, but the pain was as fierce as if no time at all had passed. Your eyes studied his features - his carefree smile, the way he stood behind Wanda with his hand on her shoulder, his other arm slung over Bucky’s, his hair was so perfectly swept to the side as he always liked it, and his eyes shone so brilliantly blue that it felt like you were staring into the sky after months of darkness, having forgotten what it looks like.

You bit down on your lip, your leg bouncing up and down, trying to ward off the tears as your throat closed up. You had held yourself together until the moment you’d stepped through your door, feeling the hot tears run down your face.

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5SOS Preference- You're A Famous Youtuber and They Tweet You (request)

A/N: FINALLY POSTING THIS REQUESTED PREFERENCE! So sorry for the long wait, I’ve been incredibly busy. They didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted, but I think Ashton’s and Luke’s are the best. Hope you enjoy!

For Anon. 4/4.


“Okay, guys, today I’m going to do something a little bit different than the usual tutorial. You all know my standard eye shadow colors, and despite how many I’ve accumulated I always fail to stray from my usuals.”

            Luke settled into the chair at the hotel desk, turning up the sound on his phone a little bit. He was subscribed to you ever since your makeup channel was recommended on his account. Although he would never admit that he watched your videos to his friends or that he actually enjoyed them, he almost religiously checked for your newest upload.

            Speaking of things he’d never admit to, he kind of liked you. Who could blame him?  You were beautiful and he felt like he had actually gotten to know you because of the one-on-one style of your videos.

            He might have even made a separate twitter account to tweet you, ask questions when you did Q&A videos, and just try to get a response from you (of course he would never admit that either).

            After finishing your new look video, he left the following in the comments section:

            “Still can’t get over your penguin phone case.”

He chuckled a little at his foolishness and decided to watch the “Ask Y/N” video that he had missed because he couldn’t get away from the rest of the guys for long enough to watch it.

            He smiled at your frantic waving hello at the beginning of the video and laughed at some of your responses to the questions until he was almost done with it.

            “Now, I get a few of these tweets once in a while, but this one stood out especially,” you said, looking down at your phone to read the tweet.

            Luke tried to remember what he tweeted you when you announced you were going to do this particular Q&A video, but for the life of him he couldn’t.

            “This is from @PlaidLuke. He asks…” your voice trailed off as Luke gasped and squealed in a very un-manly way. He hurried to rewind the video and once again you looked at your phone.

            “He asks, ‘If we were to get married, would you want to have an Elvis Impersonator attend?” You slowly looked up at the camera and raise an eyebrow, then burst out laughing. Luke’s jaw dropped.

            You shook your head and chuckled again. “Well, if this is a proposal, than I accept, because you sound like quite the charmer.”

            You answered another question and then the end board was playing some cheery music with a display to your last two videos.

            Luke’s big hand clutched the phone tightly, and he still sat with his mouth hanging open from shock.

            “Oh my god.”

            Suddenly, the door opened and Calum walked in, setting down his bag with a loud thump.

            “You wouldn’t believe what this lady was yelling at me outside,” he grumbled, flopping onto one of the beds.

            Luke quickly placed his phone screen down on the table, and combed a hand through his hair, acting like nothing was going on. However, as Calum began ranting about what had happened, he couldn’t stop thinking of your smiling face when you called him ‘quite the charmer’.


You had been sticking to your schedule of putting up one video a week, whether it be of a cover, or a new song you wrote, or a music video you’d worked hard to create. But lately, you felt a little under pressure and more and more stressed. You opened YouTube and went to your channel to check the response on your latest video. With a gasp you noticed your subscriber count. 500,014 people were subscribed to your channel. Last time you checked you had 499,962! You stared at the computer screen for a second before you squealed and jumped out of your chair, dancing around your room.

            “Oh my god! Oh my god!”” 500,014 people liked your videos! They liked your singing, your songs, something about them! It was an amazing feeling and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

            You turned to twitter to announce your accomplishment and also your upcoming video. As soon as you got onto your page, you saw a bunch of tweets at you. A few in a row were from the same person.

            @Calum5SOS: @Y/T/N it’s great when artists get the recognition they deserve. Especially new talented singers/songwriters. ;)

            @Calum5SOS: @Y/T/N and btw, Congratulations on 500k subs!

            @Calum5SOS: @Y/T/N so cool to see your channel grow from the start. Your work is amazing, can’t wait for more!

You smiled at…‘Calum’s’ kindness, and you quickly sent him a big thank you. After a little clicking around on his page, you realized he was from his own band, and that made his tweets from a fellow music artist mean so much more.


Michael pulled the convers on his bed around himself, snuggling down to watch your latest upload of the week on his phone. He scrolled down his YouTube page until he found your video, but paused for a second when he did. The thumbnail picture was you, looking very serious and the video was titled “Girl’s Don’t Have Game?”

            His brow creased in confusion as he clicked on it, and he rubbed his face anxiously. The screen came to life and there you were, but instead of your usual gaming setup it was just you facing the camera.

            “Hey guys, hope you’re all doing well. Today’s video is going to be a bit different than normal if you hadn’t already noticed.”

            Michael didn’t like where this was going. Usually your videos always cheered him up because you were constantly laughing, and to him it was almost like hanging out with you when he watched a clip. But this video was just making him concerned. What was going on?

            “For a long time I’ve gotten comments and tweets saying ‘oh, you can’t play video games because you’re a girl,’ or ‘why would I watch your videos? You shouldn’t be doing these,’ or things like that. And usually I just brush it off.”

            As you continued, Michael felt himself getting more and more mad. Why would anyone ever say something like that?

            “But recently there’s just been an overflow of these types of things and they’re getting really harsh. So I’m just going to say,” you paused and looked straight into the camera, “obviously you’ve never watched my videos, or any of my friends videos, or even just stepped out your front door, because then you’d know you’re completely ridiculous.” You winked.

            Michael laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. You were always straightforward but that was one of his favorite things about you. For the rest of the video you played your old favorite game, LittleBigPlanet, and created a new level as a sort of tutorial on the controls. Once it was over, Michael immediately went to twitter. He still couldn’t believe how rude those people had been, and he needed to take it out somehow.

            @Michael5SOS: @Y /T/N those people are completely ridiculous just like you said. They’re just angry because you could kick their asses.

In about ten minutes, as Michael was falling asleep, his phone buzzed and he picked it up sleepily.

            @Y/T/N: @Michael5SOS thanks Michael ;) Glad to know you see it my way.

            For a moment Michaels mouth hung open with shock. “How does she know my name?” he wondered out loud. He didn’t realize until the next day that ‘Michael’ is in his twitter name.


You sighed, leaning back in the desk chair you always edited your videos in. The project you’d been working on for the past months hadn’t turned out exactly as you had wanted, and after spending hours editing it, that was not a happy conclusion to come to. However, you had nothing else to upload that week! You had already announced the release of your special new sketch, so you had to put it up, but you didn’t want to disappoint your growing number of viewers.

            You uploaded it despite your worries and walked away from the computer.


It was the next day, and as the time went on you could only think about the video and how people might hate it. You wouldn’t let yourself look on YouTube but you son found yourself on twitter. You cringed as tweets at you popped up. You noticed a few tweets from a username that you recognized: @Ashton5SOS. He had tweeted you before, and not just sweet compliments- he always had something funny and clever to say. Since discovering he was the drummer for an Australian band, you listened to some of their music and liked it enough that his tweets always made you feel like you were talking to a celebrity. You smiled to yourself as you read his latest message:

            @Ashton5SOS: @Y/T/N Loved your new vid! You never fail to make me laugh with your sketches. Keep it up!

You smiled wider and pressed ‘follow’ on his account.

            @Y/T/N: @Ashton5SOS Thanks for all your support! Love reading your tweets.

Soon your phone went off; it was another tweet from Ashton.

            @Ashton5SOS: @Y/T/N Dying because you followed me. Now I feel the need to impress you with my tweets…

You laughed. A few minutes later he tweeted again.

            @Ashton5SOS: I like bananas.

You just shook your head, feeling the stress over your latest video disappear with Ashton’s words.