#andrew garfield concept

Andrew Garfield x reader

tw: pandemic talk, talks of anxiety/panic attacks.

If there was one small thing to be grateful for it was the fact that you were in lockdown with Andrew. The moment the news broke that everything was going into lockdown he reached out and ask for you to come to him. He didn't wanna be alone but, most of all, he didn't want you to be alone. To say that you anxiety over everything deal with the pandemic was sending you anxiety through the roof - well that would be an understatement.

andrew absolutely does have the means to fly business class BUT for whatever reason he ends up flying economy this once, and it is as awful as we can all imagine right? babies are screaming, some guy is already throwing up and the flight attendant asks him to switch to some other seat for whatever reason, which he would not mind, he has headphones and a book, he has a bunch of episodes of the tv show he’s currently watching saved in his ipad, it doesn’t really matter to him where he sits

as annoying as it is, he manages to plough his way through the boarding passengers to his newly assigned seat which happens to be on the other side of the plane, he is very much certain that one of the levels of hell looks like this because there is only so many pushes into his back and nudges into his ribs that he can take after having waited for this plane for hours

he believes to have reached his destination, puts his things away and gets comfortable on his seat, just when an elderly lady speaking very fast and in a language that is completely unknown to him approaches him, he does not speak her language, but numbers are luckily consistent in their numeric form and in the moment she starts waving her boarding pass in front of his face he realizes what’s the problem

one desperate look around, hoping to see a flash of a fly attendant somewhere to get this issue sorted, he is certain that this is the seat he was sent to but the lady does not have the patience for any of that and so he retreats

his eyes land on a presumably empty spot nearby, well empty as it can be with the young woman who seems to be getting comfortable on this neighbouring seat of hers, her face is filled with joy and he understands why, two sears for yourself does feel like a jackpot in here

and then he ruins it, the glee fades away and he cannot even feel offended when she just huffs at his apologies and explanations, after all, it has been a long day for all of them

the plane takes off and while up in the air he catches her stealing looks at his screen, it’s the soft and quiet chuckle at one of the scenes that gives it away, his own amusement is bubbling in his chest but he contains in order to not disturb the drowsy passengers around them

he glances at her with a smile on his lips, a friendly expression she turns away from, probably feeling too embarrassed by being caught in the act but once he tilts the screen some more, ensuring that she has a good enough view from her spot, she shifts a bit closer 

Birthday sex for him

oh ally YES

ok so you’ve been married for three years and watched the interview where his dream job is to be a father, and you decided to make that dream come true

you had ordered this and a robe and sat on your bed. you had gone off bc and waited for him to get home from celebrating with his dad and brother.

when he walked in he saw you and he could see a little of the set and you walked up to him.

“happy birthday, daddy. under the robe is your birthday present”

he ran his hands up and down your sides and was about to untie the robe when you stopped him.

“i’m not finished. i’ve been off my birth control and i wanna make you a daddy”

his eyes filled with lust

the whole night was filled with

“you want my babies?” “i need words baby” “that’s it. look at my cock filling you up” “i can’t wait to see your tits big with milk” “you’re going to look so beautiful with my babies” “look at you milking my cock”

“please daddy” “i want your babies” “i want the world to know i’m taken by you”

he stayed in you the whole night and before you both fell asleep, he was rubbing your belly

“thank you for my birthday presents. that set is my favorite. i love you mommy”

“i love you too daddy”

Awwwww. That would be so sweet.

You had a rough day and when you finally make it home (after what had honestly felt like a century rather than just 10 hours), you find Andrew just chilling on the couch with a book in his hand. He briefly looks up from it to greet you and all that but when he sees your face he knows better than to ask how today has been. He offers to fix you a drink, maybe something small to eat before it's dinner time but all those offers are turned down. He watches you drag your feet over to him and then collapse right down beside him on the couch.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks after giving you a small kiss, which does make you forget about all the fuckery life threw at you today for a bit.

Just a tiny bit though, and so you just shake your head, not ready to re-live it by sharing the story with him just yet.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch so that you can lie down and he immediately shifts his position for you to be able to rest your head in his lap comfortably.

He starts to put the book away but you stop him, tugging his hand back. "I'm just going to die here. Don't mind me," you try to encourage him to keep reading.

"Lovely," he notes and softly brushes some of your hair away from your face. He plays with it for a while, giving your cheek a gentle stroke here and there as he looks at you softly, giving you the opportunity to let out whatever it is that was bothering you.

It's really not the right time yet and he gets the cue without you actually having to say anything. No talking. You just need him close. Understood. And so he eventually turns his eyes back to the pages again.

While it is quite easy to let himself get immersed in the story, he still steals a glance down at you every time he gets to the bottom of the page.

"Would you mind reading me out loud?" He suggests after yet another look at you during which he can swear that he saw the wheels in your head spinning at an unnatural speed.

"Go for it," you hum out somewhat carelessly and just close your eyes because even the ceiling above you seems to have started getting on your nerves now.

You don't plan to pay much attention to the words he starts reading and don't consider it to be much more than just a background noise that occasionally interrupts your spiralling thoughts. As the time passes, you don’t even realize that his soft voice somehow managed to lure you into the story and you suddenly find yourself hanging on every words he says. 

And so when he suddenly stops and you open your eyes to look at him, you do feel slightly disappointed at the sight of him putting the book down. 

“You’re not going to read anymore?” You ask as you shift on the couch so that he can stand up. 

Not sure if this is what you wanted. It's all dad, no hubby content. But this is what you get.

“Mama? Where’s mama?” The toddler wonders, looking around with her eyes opened wide.

He had let her wobble around the lounge freely but once she heads in the direction where you had left, he quickly jumps up to his feet and lifts her up into his arms just in time so she wouldn’t impede the small group of businessmen who were just getting ready to board their plane.

“She will be right back,” he promises, pecking a small kiss to her head. “Mama went to get us some food.”

“Mama food,” the toddler repeats, making him smile brightly.

“Yes, mama went for food,” he confirms.

“What do you have to do to become a pilot?” The little girl wonders with her face pretty much glued to the large window.

“Wearing your eyepatch is a good place to start,” Andrew says as he walks towards her and hands her the glasses with the patch.

She leans her head back and groans while taking them from him. “I look like an idiot,” she complains but puts them on, anyway.

The toddler in his arms is stroking over his cheek, and he is just about to pretend to be taking a bite of the small hand when his face freezes.

A deep frown settles on his forehead when that sentence makes it to his ears.

“Who says that?” He asks her and instead of biting the toddler’s hand, he simply captures it with his own, rubbing it with his thumb.

“Jimmy.”

“Jimmy stinks. Who cares what he says,” the boy suggests from his spot in the armchair where he is lying with his head hanging down.

Andrew’s head turns to the side as he shoots him a look. “Well, so do you if you talk about others in such a way.”

“I was trying to make her feel better!” He argues right back.

“There are other ways,” Andrew points out before turning his attention back to his daughter, who is staring at the planes outside again.

He gets a better hold of the toddler in his arms before squatting down to get on her level.

“Jimmy wouldn’t know an idiot if he saw one,” he starts carefully in order to hopefully push her blues away. “They are usually much older. And their glasses are never nearly as cool as yours.”

He can see the corner of her mouth twitch a little and allows his own smile to grow some more. She had liked those glasses not so long ago, especially since she could pick them out herself.

“How would you know?” She wonders and glances towards him. “Have you ever met one?”

Andrew whistles dramatically, which earns him a giggle from the youngest member of your family. “I’ve met plenty. Too many to count,” he admits. “Wanna know what I discovered then?” He raises his brow at her questioningly, to which she eagerly nods.

“Being an idiot has nothing to do with what they look like,” he explains, shaking his head. “It’s about the things they do and the things they say. So as long as you treat the others nice and stay kind, looking like an idiot is not something you need to worry about.”

“I try to be nice...”

“And you are. One of the nicest,” Andrew says with a smile.

“Where’s mum so long?” The boy speaks up again.

“Mama food.”

“Exactly!” Andrew cheers and the pitch of his voice makes the toddler chuckle again.

“It’s taking really long,” he notes.

“There’s probably a long line. You saw how packed it was down there.”

“Why was it packed?” The daughter asks.

“Because there was a storm nearby and the planes could not go through it. Many flights were delayed and so the people had to stay here. And then other people, just like us, kept coming and so the airport just become too crammed.”

“But planes are taking off now.”

He nodded. “They are, slowly. The weather must have cleared up in some area. But it is still going to take a while before the crowds in here clear up, too.”

“How much time we have before we board our plane?”

“Way too long,” he admits with a sigh after he checks the board behind him, catching a glimpse of you making it back into the lounge with the corner of his eye in the process.

“But we have more than enough colouring books and comics to make it through,” he promises. “You are not too tired, are you?” He checks.

“Nope,” she informs him, shaking her head.

Ooooo! I love that!

Not only the reader feels like the worst friend ever when she realises that she is enjoying his presence probably way more than she should have but also the mental turmoil that Andrew would go through?!

His brain is ALWAYS running, and he always liked her in a purely platonic and friendly way. Starring in a movie together and getting to hang out again after ages is really cool. He truly appreciates how they handled this matter so maturely and there’s no awkward atmosphere in the air, no dirty laundry exposing or uncomfortable side-eyeing from across the room in between the takes.

He dated her best-friend, she watched the relationship fall apart, life continued on and now they were here.

It’s cool, it’s fun, he loves to finally see her in action and he thoroughly enjoys how her true personality immediately comes to shine once they call cut.

Everything’s good until the moment when he suddenly finds his heart speeding up and his knees weakening when she grins at him from her make-up chair.

He is screwed.

And he can’t believe that he has someone turned into that type of guy. Someone who pines after a woman who was once believed to be a maid of honour at his possible future wedding.

How fucked up is that? That woman was once almost like a family to him. Feeling all fuzzy when she says his name is wrong on so many levels and yet he can’t talk himself into not reacting to her in that way.

It had been way too long since he had experienced something like this and a small, selfish part of him doesn’t want this to go away.

There was no bad blood between him and Emma. They remained good friends. But his anxiety is over the roof once when he eventually dials her number in order to confess.

He tells her about the woman he can’t stop thinking about, how she always comes to the set late, which is something he absolutely hates, but she always brings coffee or other treats to the crew. This woman makes him feel warm even though the weather has been shit. She calls him out on his bad jokes, only to use them against him later. He already knows so much about her and yet he still can’t help but want to know more.

Emma listens the whole time and he can hear the smile in her voice when she talks. He laughs when she calls him dumb for not having asked her out yet. He tells her how he would love to, but he really shouldn’t because it’s her. As nervous as he is, he still can’t stop himself from smiling when he says her name.

There is no yelling though. She doesn’t hang up the phone or anything else.

The only thing she says is: “I know, stupid. Just do it.”

Lol

Let's continue with the idea of him just recently getting back to your fam after being away for some time. He generally seems like a very touchy type of person and I can definitely see it as a love language of his when it comes to you too. The time you spend together is usually full of little touches and it's even more prominent after being separated for a while. Almost as if he is trying to make up for all the instances when he didn't get to caress your cheek, rub your hip and all that.

He would be playing with your kid and some new board game, both of them just beaming honestly, when you would be walking past them. He would snatch your hand and tug you closer to him and sigh happily when you would bow down to kiss his head as you stood close. He would wrap his arms around you when it's your kid's turn and he would pull you to sit down on his lap, your back resting on his chest. He would place his chin on your shoulder and keep one arm wrapped around you once it is his turn to play again, drawing some circles against your sides with his fingers while occasionally pecking your shoulder or your back. You two would stay that way for a couple of rounds before you would pat his hand and say that you will leave them to it.

And he would just turn his face at you, pouting his lips a little as he mumbles "please don't go?" maybe throwing in some good old puppy eyes for good measure if he really wanted to get his point across. And at the sign of you giving in, he would nuzzle his face to the crook of your neck humming a quiet thank you before turning to the board again

YES!

That would be the cutest shit ever. No matter the time of the day.

Mornings would consist of yawning, groaning, messy hair and his arms wrapped all around you while he suggest just returning back to bed. If there would be no success there and he would accept his fate of staying up, he would become a bit more useful but if that would be a win for you is unsure because now he talks a way lot more and it might be a bit too early to be hearing about the absurd dream he had.

If you would be making lunch together, I can see some cool podcast playing in the back, which would probably result in minor cuts and/or burns because you get too carried away listening to it and not pay attention to what you are doing. A lot of butt-slapping when passing each other by. A lot of arguing and googling because the thing that was just said CANNOT be true. But then it is and the fool has to deal with the clean up later. Also...

"I don't know why you are sighing so loud. I heard you. There's no time for any funky business. I am literally just reaching for the salt...." "And there is no other way to do that than press all up against me and have the other hand on my ass." "..... No." Bows his head down to kiss your lips.