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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Period Simulation: Gf!Reader

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So TikTok resulted in me having decided to do a period simulator writing with several of the guys.

I only did it for the Holland/Osterfield ones as I’ve not gotten any responses for the other people yet. But if you want their versions, let me know.

Also if you want a pregnancy simulator version as like a pt 2, please inform me!

Warnings: pain, stupid boys, fluff, a few curses, etc.

Tom Holland:

“And this is supposed to be what you feel every day?” Tom asks, lifting his shirt so his girlfriend y/n can apply his the simulator connection patches to his skin.

“Well everyday I’m on or around my period, yes” y/n giggles, firmly securing the patches.

“Mate, my sister has called out of school for this, why are you doing that?” Harrison laughs, shaking his head as his mate gets more and more electrodes stuck to him.

“‘m just curious” Tom shrugs.

Haz shakes his head and leans back in his seat as he waits.

“Okay Tommy this is level 1 which isn’t really much. I don’t even feel it when I tried it” Y/n says, turning the device on.

“What level are you normally?” Tom asks, flinching slightly as the simulator starts contracting his muscles.

“Usually? I’m a 8 or 9. Sometimes a 10 but I usually take meds if it get there” y/n shrugs.

“How high does it go?” Harrison questions.

“A 10” y/n answers, turning the device up a level.

“A-and you go all the way to that?!” Tom asks, his breath hitching when the device increases the pressure.

Y/n hums, turning to ensure the camera is recording. His fans, and mum, are going to love this.

“Alright babe, you’re doing well. A bit quiet but are you ready for the next level?” She asks.

Tom nods and forces a soft yes.

Y/n bites her lip to keep from laughing at how he’s still so low and already struggling.

A few levels later and Tom is sweating, his hands running through his hair and down his face in frustration.

“Do you want to stop?” Y/n asks gently.

“He can’t stop!” Haz argues.

Y/n glares at Harrison before facing Tom, “you can stop”.

Tom groans but shakes his head no.

“Alright a few more to go then” y/n says.

Y/n bites her lip as she debates stopping even though Tom doesn’t want to give up.

He’s sweating as if he just did a workout for a new Spider-Man film. His sleeves bunched up in his fists at his side.

“Fu-fuck. How do you do this?” Tom groans after agreeing to go up another level.

“You’re at a 9 now T. We can stop” she says.

“N-n-no. You said you get 10s, I want to know what that’s like” he argues.

“Tom, you don’t” she begins to protest but Tom just shakes his head.

Y/n sighs and presses the button to increase the level one last time.

Tom grunts and places his hands on the chair in front of him as he tries to bare the pain.

“T-th-this” Tom mumbles through his clenched jaw.

Having had enough of his stubbornness, y/n shuts the device off and steps up to him to remove the cords.

Tom’s clammy hand grabs one of hers and squeezes, “darling you deal with that each time?”.

Y/n stifles a laugh and nods as she turns to stop the recording.

Tom let’s out an exacerbated sigh, “whenever you’re on your period again I’m giving you a daily massage and warm bath”.

Y/n blushes and kisses his cheek before wrapping her arms around her stubborn yet sweet boyfriend.

Harry Holland

“Alright Baz, shut up and stop messing with the cords” y/n complains.

“Yeah, are you scared?” Tuwaine teases.

“No” Harry defends quickly.

Y/n laughs and starts the device upon securing the adhesive stickers.

“I can feel it but it isn’t bad” Baz shrugs.

“It is only at a one Harry, give it a minute” y/n smirks, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend to regret having said she was exaggerating her discomfort today.

“Go up then” he laughs.

“You don’t want to take it slow?” Y/n asks, a knowing look on her face.

Ignoring her nonverbal warning, he shakes his head.

“You said today was a 7? Let’s start there” he suggests.

“Alright” she says, shaking her head as she plugs in numerical value for the level.

“Holy crap” Harry says, his voice somehow managing to deepen.

Y/n smirks and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Was I exaggerating?” Y/n asks.

Baz hangs his head and shakes his head no, “‘m sorry love”.

“That’s what I thought” y/n smirks, turning it off. “Now you owe me tea”.

Harry rubs his lower abdomen and takes a swig of his beer before heading to the kitchen, feeling guilty for doubting y/n. He certainly won’t make that mistake again.

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Sam Holland

“I mean you know I’m willing to cook us dinner love, you didn’t need to pull the whole period card” Sam teases, setting up the kitchen workspace.

“Period card?” Y/n asks, turning to look at Sam’s mum Nikki who was already looking at her.

“Yeah, you know. The thing girls do to get guys to do things for them” Sam explains, setting out his dishes.

“Excuse me? I simply said my cramps are making it hard to move so I’d rather use the heat pad than try to cook right now” y/n argues, her hands on her hips.

Nikki shakes her head at her son’s ignorance.

“And it’s fine love, I don’t mind. I’m just saying you didn’t have to make up it being hard to stand right now” he says, kissing her cheek.

It’s clear to y/n and Nikki both he doesn’t mean anything bad by it, instead just assuring her even if she just didn’t want to cook that he would.

However, y/n feels she needs to set the record straight for him.

“I wasn’t making that up” y/n sighs, “in fact! Remember how the other day Baz’s girlfriend had to show him what it felt like?”

Sam nods and raises his eyebrow in question.

“Well, she left the thing here because she said, and I quote, ‘they’re twins so you’ll probably need this for your Div of a boyfriend too’. Seems she was right” y/n says, dragging Sam away from the stove.

“Do we really need to do this?” He asks, looking at his mum for help.

Nikki just smirks and nods as she helps hand y/n the tools.

“But I’m trying to cook us all dinner” Sam argues.

“If you’re thinking I made it up, why are you resisting so much?” Y/n laughs.

“Fine, just start then, I’ll cook with it on” he says.

“I’ll start you off with what I feel the week leading up to it” y/n says, starting the device as Sam begins to stir the pasta.

Sam mumbles a curse word under his breath as his hand grips the spoon tighter.

“Alright fine, this is uncomfortable. I wasn’t doubting you were in pain love, just that it was possible to still cook” he defends.

“Mm, Sam this is where I’m currently at” she says, increasing the dial.

“Oh bloody hell” Sam groans, his arm pushing downwards to hold his stomach sigh so much force it knocks the pot over.

“Shit, l-love watch out” Sam yells, moving to get y/n out of the way.

Y/n shuffles with him and turns off the period simulator.

“Did we set the record straight?” Y/n laughs.

“Mmmhmm, crystal clear. I’ll make whatever you want to eat whenever you want to eat it without a word” Sam says, kissing her cheek.

“Watch your language in front of the poor girl Sam. Although, the bloody hell part was rather ironic” Nikki teases.

Harrison Osterfield

“Mate I gotta film that” Tom complains as Harrison teasingly shoved the camera away.

“I’m not doing this for you Div” Harrison clarifies as he watches y/n apply the electrodes to his skin.

Harrison’s girlfriend y/n has been having a particularly rough period this month and Harrison has been doing everything he can to help her.

Y/n has been so appreciative of how Haz would run to the store immediately after work to bring home chocolate if she ate it all the night my before, keeping her heating pad warm for her, cuddling on the couch, buying her more feminine products when it randomly hit, etc.

Upon seeing her frowning to herself earlier that morning, Harrison asked what was wrong.

He quickly learned she felt bad that he was taking such good care of her when she was sure that to him it seemed like she was fine.

Harrison had argued he knew she was in pain and even if she hadn’t been that he would’ve still taken care of her.

However, he noticed she acknowledged this but didn’t seem to truly believe it.

When talking with a coworker about it, his coworker joked about how lucky Haz was that y/n didn’t force him to try something called a period simulator.

Harrison immediately began his research into this item and located the nearest store that had one in stock, leaving in his lunch to pick it up.

Upon arriving home, he told Tom the plan and they got it set up as they awaited y/n returning from work.

Harrison knew it was going to suck but he wanted to know what it was exactly his precious girl had been dealing with.

Tom, however, just wanted to record his pain for his own enjoyment.

“Yeah, yeah. But-“ Tom began until the boys heard the door creek open.

“Hazzy?” Y/N’s soft voice called out, walking towards where the boys were.

“In here love” Haz called, his chest clenching at how weak she sounded.

She’s always had rough cycles, but this one had really been hard on her. Or, maybe she was just now comfortable telling him about it.

Either way, he was going to gain full understanding; whatever the cost.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asks, setting her purse down and walking until her hands were settled on his bare chest.

“I found a period simulator, I’m going to try it” Harrison said, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“Harrison! You do not need to do this” she assured him.

He nods, “I know. But I want to know first hand what you’re feeling. Well, as much as I can. This is how to do that”.

Y/n sighs and strokes his face tenderly, “are you sure?” .

Haz smiles at her and nods, “yeah, as long as they’re legit”.

Y/n softly chuckles, “they are. Charlotte and I drunkenly tried one at girls night a few months ago”.

Haz shakes his head and laughs with her, “only you and my sister would do that”.

“Alright, so I want to set it at your number, what number are you?” Haz asks.

Y/n steps back to see the machine and see how high it goes.

“Is it like based off the number in the box of pads?” He asks upon not hearing an answer.

Y/n blushes and shakes her head, “no babe. That is the level of flow”.

“Gross” Tom groans.

“Shut it mate, it’s natural Div” Harrison defends.

“You’re precious Haz. Alright, so this looks like the same one Char and I used” y/n says as she hovers her finger over the button for her level.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n asks hesitantly.

Haz nods and smiles sweetly at her.

Y/n squints her eyes knowing he’s not going to be smiling much longer as she reluctantly presses her level.

Harrison sucks in a need breath as his eyes widen.

“Breathe baby, and I can stop it at any time” y/n says, grabbing his hand.

“How long do they last?” He asks.

“It depends, it can be awhile. But you’re not doing it that long” she exclaims.

“But-“ Haz argues, his eyes squeezing shut as the machine beeps that it has finally reached her level

“Nope” y/n says, squeezing his hand for comfort. “You’ve done more than enough” she says.

Harrison isn’t able to make a retort as he holds his breath in anguish.

“Shut it off” y/n says over her shoulder to Tom, who took the machine from her.

After Haz’s chest shakes a bit with his unsteady breath, y/n turns to glare at Tom.

“I said shut it off. Now” she demands, and Tom quickly turns it off.

Haz slumps his shoulders as his head rests on y/n.

“Come on angel” y/n says, unhooking Harrison from the machine, “let’s get you some icecream and advil”.

“Periods suck” Harrison says timidly as he walks hand-in-hand with y/n to the kitchen.

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hollandsfavbabe · 1 month

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Peter's Precarious Polyjuice Potion - part 1

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis: in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

warnings: a little suggestive language, lot's of fluff, lack of impulse control, extreme secrecy

word count: 5.7k

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a/n: Just a quick psa: this is going to be the first of two parts and the second is nearly finished! I tried to make it a one shot, but it was wayyy too long. There are some mentions of Harry Potter, obviously by the title, but no major spoilers and I want to make it very clear that I DO NOT support JK Rowling nor her transphobia. Trans women are women and trans men are men🏳‍⚧! That being said, I have another little surprise in the works that may have something to do with the wizarding world...

If you want to know what it is (and maybe get a sneak peak) comment your favorite character from the series and make a guess as to who you think mine might be. I'll reveal it with the next part of this series.

Thanks and enjoy!

Was there anything better than a chilly winter morning with the one you love most? Absolutely, a chilly winter morning with the one you love most and Harry Potter in the background. That’s all you could think of as your fuzzy sock clad feet padded across the campus floor.

The festive season’s aroma invaded your senses as you managed to steal the first four films from your father’s extensive DVD collection without being caught, the cover of the first one glinting in the light that flooded in from the wall of windows encasing Avenger’s campus as you admired how young the cast used to look and made your way to your boyfriend’s bedroom.

Suddenly, the usual quiet of the campus in the early morning was disturbed by the sound of footsteps of another Avenger in the distant halls and using your powers you immediately concealed the DVDs into a stack of school notebooks and a folder of overflowing miscellaneous papers as a facade. It wasn’t unusual for you to use your gifts this way.

It was only five years prior during a mission in the Czech Republic that you were introduced to Peter Parker and while everyone had expected the two of you to get along as teens of the same age, no one knew just how close you and Peter really were. The rule had initially started at Stark Tower as a branch off of one of your father’s household rules: no dating superheroes. You thought he would be less strict as your life became centered around them, as did his, but you had no such luck. There was little chance Tony Stark would ever change the rules set for his little girl. So you were left to bend them instead.

While you and Peter seemed like close friends, you only started out as a platonic couple before your relationship escalated faster than either of you could’ve anticipated into something more fulfilling than you could’ve ever hoped for. Peter became your everything. Before you knew it, he was your rock. He was the first person you wanted to share a new dirty joke with or an unlocked childhood memory or even complain to when your father became too restricting. It was so much easier for the both of you to be together during high school. Being a college sophomore made your relationship much more complicated. Especially seeing as Peter stayed close to home at NYU and you left town to attend MIT (your father would never let you go anywhere else).

With campuses that were over a 4 hour drive away from each other, you and Peter only got the occasional three day weekend to spend with each other and that was only when you were able to evade spending time with your dad by making up an excuse as to why you couldn’t come home and held your ground until you had to eventually cave to his demands. The only time you and Peter really got together was during holiday breaks when you two could both be at the campus and sneak around like smitten teenagers all over again. With only three weeks, you were determined not to waste a single second with so little time, even if it meant using your shapeshifting ability to disguise wizard school movies as chemistry homework. What could be suspicious about two close friends sharing notes about stoichiometry?

You felt your heart start back up as Natasha passed you in the hallway instead of your father, shooting you a smile.

“Morning, y/n.” she greeted pausing to look at your stack of folders with a look of confusion.

“Uhh, good morning.” you croaked, praying that there wasn’t some defect in your ability that allowed her to see a portion of the one of the movies you were disguising. Thankfully, your facade held.

“Homework? Really? This early on a saturday?”

You gulped as you nodded.

“You know me,” you forced a smile. “I’m actually on my way to wake Peter up so we can review together.”

“Good for you,” she nodded, impressed. “Breakfast should be in a couple hours if you two want a break. Try not to get bored!”

“Thanks?” You shrugged before continuing off to where you knew Peter’s room was, conveniently all the way on the other side of the building from your own. Soon enough you were at Peter’s door, turning the knob and entering without knocking, quick to shut it behind you to prevent anyone else from seeing how eager you were to ‘study.’ Surrounded by the comfortable closed walls of privacy, you let your platonic friend disguise fall and set the stack of papers on the edge of Peter’s bed.

Your boyfriend was still tucked beneath the covers, as was expected. You two had made your marathon plans ages ago and after losing several rounds of rock paper scissors, Peter’s room was made the place of the marathon meaning it was your job to wake him up. Overall you thought it best as you were more natural at lying (literally as you were aided by shape shifting powers) and a little more strategic when it came to social interaction and plotting.

You neared the stirring boy, his sleep disrupted by the clatter of the discs and the movement of his bed as you sat down to kiss him.

“Peterrr…” you whispered, hovering above him with an unshakable grin etched upon your face. “Wake up.”

You awoke him by placing a soft kiss on his nose and smiling down on him as he furrowed his eyebrows in aversion. It wasn’t until his eyes fluttered open that he grinned as he saw you and craned his head up to kiss you properly, his lips soft against yours, slipping a hand up from under the covers to cup your cheek.

“Morning.” he greeted, smiling affectionately as he sat up against the wall behind his pillow, pulling you into his lap so that he could kiss you once more. That was until he took a look at what you had brought, books and paper for studying. He cringed, pulling you closer and kicking up his covers in disgust.

“Oo no. I refuse to study on a Saturday. Can’t we save that for the last minute like every other time we’re together?” his lips turned into a sly grin as they neared yours once more.

You laughed as his complaint sparked many memories, most of you both tangled up together out of what started as procrastination, but ended up in unbridled desire that poured out after being built up each time you were away from one another for too long.

“Nice try, Parker. And here I thought we’d have a nice time today. Don’t you remember our plans?”

As you gesture to the folders and notebook on the edge of his bed they instantly shrunk back to their original form. All of a sudden, instead of the obnoxious red notes and blue folders filled with paperwork were the four DVDs with their easily recognizable covers that screamed nostalgia. Peter’s face lit up instantly, a mix of excitement and relief as his morning amnesia faded away. But even still, his seductive grin returned as he slid you further up his lap.

“We can’t start just a teeny bit later?” he teased, his fingers sending chills down your spine as they glided up the sides of your thighs. One of the downsides of how long you two had been together was that Peter knew exactly how to bend you to his will. “I think I’d rather spend our first morning together a little differently.”

He leaned in for another kiss, but instead of meeting your lips in the middle, his mouth was met with your finger as you pulled away and sat next to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before shuffling into his comforter. It was by luck that your Stark genes made you extraordinarily stubborn and resistant to his persistence.

“Maybe later. Right now I am seriously craving a Hogwarts escape,” you lightly pushed Peter towards the DVDs, hinting that he would have to be the one to pop it into the reader. You teased him as he left his bed, grinning wickedly. “Besides, Harry’s wand is way bigger than yours.”

Peter’s head whipped around as the previews started to roll on the flat screen TV behind him that could be found in every resident room on the campus.

“Hey,” he pouted, though there was still enough of a smile left that you were sure he knew you were only kidding. He settled beside you, tucking an arm behind your head so you could rest on him as you normally did when you shared a room. “It’s hard to compete with 11 inches.”

After skipping through each advertisement for movies that had come out over a decade ago and finally selecting the play option on the movie menu, Peter planted a soft kiss on your forehead as the movie finally began and the familiar notes of the main theme played from the speakers.

“I think you should wake me up like this every morning.” he mumbled into your skin.

“I think that would be nice.” you agreed and nuzzled closer into him.

You two spent the entire first movie just like that, two nerds wrapped up in each other so close that you could hear each other's heartbeats, but so involved in the film that you didn’t get distracted by the distant pulsing of them.

“I think I'd make a great chaser.” you confessed during Harry’s first quidditch game.

“No, I think you’ve got it all wrong,” Peter argued. “I’d make a great chaser. You’d definitely be a beater. I mean legally hitting people off of flying brooms in a competitive wizard sport? If that isn’t right up your alley, I don’t know what is.”

“You’re right.” you agreed right before Harry crash landed into the sand, the golden snitch popping out of his mouth.

It was after the first movie that you started feeling peckish and by the way Peter squirmed to change positions every few seconds, you could tell he was feeling the same. Two hours awake without any food was an abnormal event for you and as a result your stomach was growling loudly. As you had other needs to attend to, you excused yourself and offered to grab the two of you something from the kitchen to snack on during the rest of your marathon.

“I’ll get it babe, you can stay in bed.” Peter offered, sitting up with you as you stood from his bed.

“That’s alright,” you assured him, handing him the disc to the second movie and the sleek black remote that controlled the monitor. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom so I’ll grab it on my way back.”

Peter laid back, his hands coming behind his head on the pillow as he eyed you on your way to the door. You smiled at him in confusion, wondering why he was admiring you so when all you were doing was fetching food.

“What?” you questioned, sliding on a sweatshirt over your pajamas.

“Sometimes I can’t believe we’re together,” he admitted. “You’re way too good for me.”

You giggled at his honesty as you moved towards the door.

“Are you still trying to sleep with me?” you teased.

“No,” he admitted, shaking his head adamantly. “...but I’m not opposed to the idea.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned to leave, chuckling to yourself.

“I’ll be back soon. You can save the sweet talk for then.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could picture Peter’s smile as you shut the door behind you and meandered to the bathroom closest to the Avenger’s kitchen before starting towards the food.

As promised, the breakfast feast awaiting you smelled gloriously of hot buttered pancakes, sweet maple syrup, and so many other wonderful items. You prepared a lie to explain Peter’s absence as you entered the kitchen and grabbed a plate, when suddenly, the voice of your dad sounded from behind you.

“Ahh, y/n!” he startled you, causing you to drop your plate back on the stack of white porcelain where you had just barely plucked it from.

“Hi dad,” you forced a smile, turning to face him. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been looking for you. C’mon, it’s family meeting time.” he stated casually. You realized then that the dining hall was eerily empty for a Saturday morning. The weekly buffet was normally packed with superheroes or at least a starving Thor. You furrowed your brows in confusion, never before having heard of any such meeting as you followed after your father.

“Family meeting? What about breakfast?”

“It can wait. I’ve got something we need to discuss.” you dad explained as he opened the tempered glass door to one of the many meeting rooms at the campus which was normally reserved for more professional causes.

“Okay. I’ll get Peter.”

“No time, come with me. Peter’s not invited to this one.” your father informed you as he grabbed your arm, pulling you with him inside of the meeting room where every chair was already filled by various heroes who also resided at the campus. You gave a small wave to those who cared to acknowledge your arrival and wandered to stand in a corner at the back of the room while your father took up the front. From what you could tell, everyone else was as confused as you were. You pulled out your phone just before it commenced, giving you enough time to shoot Peter a quick text explaining your prolonged absence.

I might be awhile

That’s fine. Take your time.

You fought the urge to smile at your boyfriend’s message as you slipped your phone into your pocket and looked up to your father who was commanding everyone’s attention.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. Really, I appreciate it.”

You recognize a feminine scoff from the right of the table, Natasha shaking her head, a fearful gesture from your main combat trainer. It was a general rule around the Campus, along with don’t introduce Steve Rodgers to ASMR: don’t get Natasha Romanoff angry unless you want to be dead.

“Cut the bullshit Tony. We’re all too tired and hungry to be here for longer than necessary. Get to the point. Why are we here?”

Others voiced their agreement and Tony put his hands up.

“Fine. I prepared a nice little welcome speech for you all, but I guess I’ll skip to my main point. You’re welcome by the way.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“The reason I’ve gathered you here today is to discuss a serious matter concerning one of our youngest recruits who I’ve purposefully made sure is not in attendance - ” he stated as he pressed one of the buttons on the controller to the meeting room monitor, the picture popping up on the screen of a face that was all too familiar to you with tousled brown hair and chocolate eyes. “- Mr. Peter Parker.”

Your heart stopped as you heard your boyfriend's name roll off your fathers lips. From a lifetime of knowing him you were sure whatever he wanted to discuss couldn’t be good. You tried your best to not look so shocked and managed to keep a neutral expression as you mirrored Bucky who did not care for the conversation whatsoever. In fact, his expression resembles that of someone who was desperate to deck someone.

“Ah yes! The Man of Spiders!” Thor called out, quite possibly the only Avenger who seemed to be not in the least bit irritated.

“Yep, that’s the one. Here’s the thing,” Tony began as you braced yourself. “It has been two years since he graduated high school. That means he’s had two whole years of college life to get out there and make some new connections, to be a kid! But instead he comes home late every night and is always so exhausted. He’s working way too hard. So I propose that we help our little spiderling find someone he can lean on and turn to. Someone who can really help him slow down and start to be himself. It’s time we help Peter get a girlfriend.”

Your eyes shot open as his words hit you, you had to force your hands to stay down and try not to react too much. You looked around at the reactions of the others, searching for someone who may agree with you, but much to your disappointment, no one seemed as against it as you were. It seemed the topic of helping Peter made the annoyance of the meeting more tolerable and many Avengers were nodding their heads in agreement. Thor especially as he hollered in his seat in clear support.

“Yes! Wonderful idea! A lady spider! Tis like those Midgardean movies that are so popular around this time of year! What do you call them? Wrong-Cons?”

Everyone looked around in confusion.

“Thor is referring to the movie genre of romantic comedies or rom-coms.” Vision explained. With the confusion cleared others started agreeing more.

“Yes, the boy needs a break,” Wanda concurred. “And I love a good rom-com.”

“He works too hard.” nodded Nat.

Others started muttering to their neighbors how they also agreed as you shook your head in utter disbelief.

You pushed off from your place on the wall, quickly gathering the attention of the others as you joined your dad at the front.

“Are you guys crazy?” you laughed nervously. “Peter doesn’t need a girlfriend! Yes, he can be hard on himself sometimes and I agree he needs a break, but that doesn’t mean you should try and shove something in his life that he has never shown any liking towards.” you explain, trying your best to sound as unsuspecting as possible.

Here in the crowd of adults, you were only Peter’s best friend and you wished to keep them in the dark for as long as possible, especially considering your father forbid you from growing a closer connection to Peter.

To your surprise, another Avenger stood to back your point as the Winter Soldier himself took on the crowd.

“She’s got a point, Tony.” Bucky agreed.

“Yes! Thank you!” you smiled, gesturing at Bucky a little too excitedly.

“We shouldn’t force the boy into something if there’s no confirmation of his own interest,” the Winter Soldier restated, earning a nod of encouragement from you. “There’s probably a reason he hasn’t gotten a girlfriend and I think we should leave him to discover himself if you know what I mean.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” at once you started refuting his claim. “Peter’s not gay, he’s just not interested in dating.”

“So he’s asexual? Is that what it’s called nowadays?” Steve asked, his tiny notebook of modern definitions at the ready as he pulled a pen from the pocket of his flannel pajama bottoms. He too had only just woken up.

“No. I mean yes that is a real and valid sexual identity and some people don’t have a desire to be with someone romantically, but that’s not Peter. He’s interested, just not right now.”

“How can we trust that the Tiny Stark knows what she says of the Man of Spiders?” Thor quirked a brow at your claims. You nearly blew up at him as he asked, glaring at the rest of the room on the edge of insanity from the thought of them shipping off your boyfriend to be with another.

“I’m his best friend, okay?! And I know him better than any of you so I know for a fact that he doesn’t need a girlfriend right now!”

Your father grasped your shoulder gently, a weak attempt at calming you down.

“That was exactly my next point. You’re his best friend and you’re right. You know him way better than any of us.” your father agreed. You gave him a thankful smile, glad to finally have him on your side.

“Thanks, dad-”

“That’s exactly why you’ll be out intel and our connection to Peter in ‘Operation Pair Parker.’ That way he won’t suspect anything.” he interrupted with a proud expression.

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“You already named it!? You’re kidding right? You have to be kidding. You all know this is just unbelievably crazy right?” you asked the crowd.

“I don’t see a reason why not. It’ll be good for the kid to have someone.” Natasha disagreed and by the disapproving looks from the others, you could tell her opinion was shared by the majority.

“Exactly. See everyone gets it and we need you to carry it all out,” your father continued. “I already have a few people in mind that I can pair him with. The only reason to not to would be if you know something we don’t. Peter isn’t seeing anyone, right y/n?” your father eyed you, suspicious of your relentless attitude towards his thought out plan. You knew you couldn’t own up to it, the risk of discovery was much too great, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything you could do to shut down Operation Pair Parker.

“Well, I didn’t want to expose Peter since he’s only just barely told me-” you began, hardly believing the words were leaving your lips. “-but he has been seeing someone and I think it’s getting pretty serious.”

“Oh really? And who is this girl?” your father interrogated.

“Or boy.” Bucky added.

“It’s a girl,” you clarified, hurrying to think of exactly you could pin Peter’s secret relationship on without creating too much damage. “Her name is um, MJ!” you exclaimed as the name came to you. It was perfect too as she was one of your best friends and someone Peter could’ve easily hypothetically gotten with ages ago.

“You mean the overwhelmingly unenthusiastic girl that Peter has only ever talked about once?” You could tell by his raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes that Tony didn’t believe you, but there was still time to convince him. And you would do anything to end this scheme.

“Yep,” you gritted your teeth, letting out a fake laugh that you hoped sounded convincing enough. “That’s the one, good old MJ. You know what they say, opposites attract.”

Tony wasn’t fazed as the intensity of his suspecting expression lingered on.

“You sure he isn’t seeing someone he’s closer to? You’re not dating him right?” he questioned, reminding you of the age old rule. Under no circumstance were you and Peter allowed to see each other. No matter how many battles you had fought together nor how many times he had protected you from harm. Not even if the world was on the brink of collapse. Never.

“Yeah, you’re acting pretty suspicious.” Sam chimed in.

“Is something up, y/n?” wondered Nat.

You burst into nervous laughter as you thought of a plausible excuse and your web of lies deepened.

“Oh, you guys are too good. You’ve got me! I have been seeing someone.”

“I knew it! Lady Stark is with the Man of Spiders!” Thor pointed accusingly towards you.

“You did not know that.” argued Wanda as Thor had been the least suspecting of all the Avengers up until your false confession. It didn’t help that he was also the most gullible.

“No! No, no, not Peter,” you scoffed, choking out a laugh. “His name is um… Flash!”

Your face burned red as you realized who’s name had just slipped out of your mouth. Oh why hadn’t you said Ned? At least you actually enjoyed spending time with Ned. But as your father’s face shifted and your lie began to work, you knew it was too late to go back now.

“Flash? You mean that boy who’s been mean to you and Peter since you were kids?” your father knew exactly who he was through years of his name popping up in counseling sessions Tonty provided to help you figure out how to defend yourself in public without using your powers.

“Yeah. He’s actually really nice once you get to know him and we’ve been together for a little while now.” you tried, changing your voice to match the same doting pitch it took on whenever you talked about Peter.

“Huh,” Tony pondered, but eventually shrugged the confession off as your lies snapped into place. He turned off Peter’s image on the monitor, leaving a blank black square in its place. “Well, in that case, the operation is off.”

“Alright, I guess that means I can go…” you smiled, ready to sneak off to finally grab some breakfast and more hidden moments with your real boyfriend.

“And date night is on!” Tony cheered unexpectedly.

Your eyes widened as your stomach dropped in realization of what you had just done. You and Peter were really in trouble now and it was all because you couldn’t admit the truth.

“Date night?” you repeated uneasily.

“To celebrate my children finding love, I want you both to invite your sweethearts over and we’ll have a big dinner so we can get to know them. Let Peter know he has to invite MJ.” specified your father which could only mean he expected you to invite Flash.

Oh shit. There was no getting out of it now.

“What a splendid idea.” deadpanned Vision who you could’ve sworn knew the truth about you and Peter as his room was next door. You almost glared at the android, but caught yourself.

“Yep, sure thing,” you grimaced, knowing that your lies would soon catch up to you. “And when is this whole thing supposed to be?” you asked, hoping it would be after the break so you and Peter could retreat to your separate schools instead of owning up. By then, you’d probably be able to come up with two break up stories so heart wrenching that the Avengers would understand why you would never want to date again.

“Let’s do tomorrow if we can. The sooner the better.” Tony proclaimed, pulling out his device from his pocket so that he could put the dinner into the following day’s agenda, scheduling it as a mandatory event.

You felt like you were gonna pass out.

“Great! I’ll just go tell Peter then. We’ll be ready!” you fake laughed as you walked off, truly dying inside as the crushing weight of what you had just done hit you.

Once you were out of sight of the Avengers (all of which started voting on what theme your dinner would be), you completely spaced picking up something to eat and sprinted down the hallway to Peter’s room. You stumbled in when you arrived, closing the door behind you and leaning on it, gasping for air from the rush.

“Hey baby,” Peter welcomed you back from his bed, lifting the remote to turn down the TV volume by a couple notches. “I hope you don’t mind, I started the second one, but we can totally rewind if you want…”

Confused by your lack of a reply, Peter looked at you and immediately sat up in bed, ignoring the film with a worry riddled face. The remote fell from his grasp and into the twisted sheets of his bed, never to be found again.

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head as you caught your breath, sliding down the door until you collapsed on the floor.

“No, Peter. Something terrible just happened and it’s all my fault.” you cried and curled to tuck your head into your lap. You weren’t quite to the point of tears, but it was enough distress to alert your boyfriend.

Peter sprung off his bed with a start, swinging his legs to the edge so that he could fully face you, but he was apprehensive about approaching your sullen form.

“Is it your period? Is that why you took so long? I knew I should have come to check on you…”

“No, I’m not on my period and I didn’t spend all that time in the bathroom. This is so much worse than that.” you lifted your head to speak so the words didn’t come out jumbled, but as soon as you had finished, your face returned to your lap.

Peter stood and neared you slowly, placing his hands on your forearms and squeezing you comfortingly as you lifted your head.

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” he assured you. “What is it?”

You inhaled deeply before rushing out a summary of the events that had taken place only moments before.

“Long story short, my dad was trying to hook you up with someone because he thinks you're so sad and lonely lately so I tried to get him off your back and now he thinks that you’re dating MJ and I’m dating Flash and we have to invite them to a big dinner with all the Avengers tomorrow.” you sputtered in one breath, gasping by the end.

“WHAT?!”

“I KNOW!”

“How are we supposed to do that? I mean maybe MJ would agree if she were even in town… maybe, but we can’t invite Flash here!”

“I know!”

“Why didn’t you say Ned?!”

“I don’t know! That’s not the point, Peter. What I’m saying is that we need to come up with something fast.”

“I think we should just tell him.” Peter confessed, not one to share your disregard for the truth. Instead, he imagined a future where he could be more open with his teammates about the love you shared, maybe even rub it into Sam and Bucky’s faces as the three held a long standing rivalry since an opposing battle at a German airport. “Better fess up now.”

“NO! Peter, my dad will KILL US if he finds out we’re together!” you shut down his suggestion, too afraid of the consequences to even contemplate telling the truth. “We’ve got to come up with something better, I can’t let him win this.”

“Ugh, you Starks and your stubbornness.” Peter groaned. While he was well informed of your father’s rule, he didn’t understand why the two of you were so competitive, especially when it came to ethicality.

“I just wished there was a way we could pull it off without inviting either of them.” you pouted, staring off into the distance when the scene playing on the screen caught your eye.

The meeting had lasted so long that while you were gone, Peter had managed to watch up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s secret potion escapades in the abandoned girls’ bathroom.

“Add the hairs.” directed Hermione as the golden trio sprinkled the strands into their separate goblets of green sludge, so young in only the second film in the saga.

“You're right,” Peter sighed, his attention turning to the movie at the same time as you. “Things would be so much easier if we were wizards and could make Polyjuice Potion.”

Suddenly an idea popped into your head.

“Peter! That’s it! You’re a genius.” you exclaimed, pulling away from his hold and running across the room to his closet, flipping excitedly through his collection of colored flannels.

“Thanks,” Peter blushed, moving to sit on his bed once more. “Why exactly am I a genius this time?”

Your smile widened as you came upon it, Peter’s darkest flannel that distantly resembled something your dear friend MJ would wear. You pulled it on and discarded the hanger, throwing it haphazardly to another corner of the room as you looked at your boyfriend. You beamed at him as if you had just won the lottery. For a skilled liar, stringing together a new fake story was almost as accomplishing.

“Can I borrow this?” you asked.

“Of course,” Peter obliged. “You know how I feel about you wearing my clothes. Can I just ask why this in particular?”

“We can’t ask MJ or Flash to attend themselves so we’ll just have to become them instead!”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

You closed your eyes and concentrated, picturing MJ in your mind and spreading your arms out from your body as the familiar tingling sensation started and your body began to change from the will of your shape shifting powers. Before long, you began to resemble the quiet girl from your school. Your hair grew longer and curled into her familiar pattern as your jawline sharpened and your limbs lengthened until the girl standing in front of Peter was no longer his girlfriend, but the one and only Michelle Jones.

You opened your eyes that now resembled her dark brown ones and smiled at him, something MJ would never do. Peter’s own face lit up as he realized what you meant.

“That’s even better than Polyjuice Potion!” he grinned, watching you nod as you looked yourself top to bottom, satisfied with the extent of your abilities.

“I think we can make this work.” you stated, moving towards Peter who was gazing at you with admiration.

“You just need to master her facial expressions. MJ would never smile that much.”

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath as you let your smile fade away to capture MJ’s unwavering neutrality.

“That’s perfect.” Peter complimented once you had mastered it. You chuckled out of pride as your usual smile carved back onto your face along with an affectionate look as you glanced at Peter. You leaned into him, lips at the ready to peck his perfect pretty face until you were stopped by his outstretched hands.

“What?” you questioned, unused to being denied by your boyfriend.

“As much as I would love to kiss you right now, you still look like one of our best friends.” Peter explained with reddened cheeks.

“Oh right.”

Quickly, you shook off your disguised form and shifted back into yourself. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed Peter and allowed him to pull you in closer by your waist, his hand sneaking up to meet the skin under his flannel. It seemed at last he would get to have his own rendition of a perfect first morning with you.

After a few moments, he lifted away from your lips with a heavy breath to ask, “Does this mean I have to be Flash?”

You sent him a guilty smile.

“Sorry babe, but we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do.”

part two coming soon!

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upindreamland · 10 months

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Holland Siblings Group Chat - Holland Brothers

Summary: Texts I imagine you would get if you were a Holland!sibling

request: Hi! If you’re still taking requests could you do a text imagine that’s like all of the holland brothers x holland sister in a group chat? It could be about anything. Thanks!

AN: HEYYYYYY! Thank you for this request! I enjoyed making this one. Please enjoy! Also a new situation is separated by a line

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AN: that’s it I hope you enjoyed!!!

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marvelgirlstories · 8 months

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Hi, I hope you like this one. I love the Holland Family so much. I did this one so that you were dating Tom, but if I should do it with another brother let me know. 💞😘

Meet the Fam

Tom Holland x reader

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

You were nervous as you got into the car, waiting for Tom. Today was the day. You were meeting his family for the first time. Of course, you had met them before at premieres and events, but you only had a little conversation before you had to go do some interviews. Besides that was before you were dating. Tom got in the driver's seat. "Nervous?", he asked, taking your hand. "Yes.", you replied,"Very" "Don't worry. They will love you. Anyways you had already met Harry" "And? What about everyone else? ", you asked. "Hey, look at me.", he softly instructed. You did what he wanted. "They will love you and even if they don't, it won't change how much I love you! Ok?" "Ok.", you answered,"I love you" "Love you too"

After about half an hours drive, you finally pulled up on the drive. You felt like throwing up, a hundred different scenarios running through your head as you got out of the car. "You ready?", Tom asked. "Yeah", you answered, even though you felt the exact opposite. He took your hand and kissed your forehead before ringing the bell.

Nikki answered the door. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you.", she said. "Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.", you replied. "Come in. Can I just say, you look stunning.", she said as she lead you into the hall. You blushed at the compliment. "It good to see you again too mum.", Tom said jokingly. You both laughed at this. "Hi, sweetheart", she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly Dom appeared. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to see you in person for once" You laughed at this. "I could say the same", you replied. "Where are the boys?", Tom asked, wondering why they didn't come running to introduce themselves. "They are out playing golf. They weren't supposed to be this late, but they should be here soon.", Dom answered. "What! Golfing without me!", Tom said, acting annoyed. You laughed at this. "Anyways come into the living room", Nikki said,"Y/N would you like some tea?" "Yes, please", you answered as entered the pretty room.

Tom and you sat down on one sofa, Dom on the other. You started some small talk and Nikki brought in the tea. Suddenly a lot of noise was heard, coming from the hall. "Boys, leave your clubs outside", Dom shouted as he got up to make sure they have done that. They came in one by one. "Hey, boys!", Tom said,"this is Y/N" "It's nice to see you again.", Harry said,"This is Sam" "Hi!" "And I'm Paddy", Paddy added, eager to get a word in. "And you already know Harrison", Tom said. "It's nice to meet you all. How was golf?", you replied. "Yeah. Who won?", Tom wanted to know. "I did.", said Harrison.

"Lunch!", Nikki suddenly called from the kitchen. Tom took your hand and lead you into the dining room. Over lunch, you told them lots about yourself and they told you lots in return. You laughed a lot and they made you feel at ease.

When everyone was finished, you offered to help wash dishes but Nikki refused. So instead you, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy played the game of life. It took a really long time, because everyone had so much fun messing around, but no one cared. You were entertained every minute, they loved you just as Tom said and it made him proud, that you got along with your his family so well.

You stayed the whole day, before Tom finally said: "Well, I think we better go." "Yes. It was so nice to see you all", you added, seeing how he wanted to go. You and Tom stood up, giving hugs and saying goodbyes. That took a while, but you finally left with about half of the leftovers from lunch.

"See I told you.", Tom said when you were in the car. "I guess, you were right. Your family are really nice.", you replied. "Yes, and they loved you.", he added as he started the car. "Hmm", you said before taking his free hand. After about ten minutes, you fell asleep. Tom smiled. "God, I love you.", he said softly and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

I hope you like it! 💕I know I said I wanted to post Stole my heart Part 3 today, but I couldn't find the time to. It is summer holidays in Germany at the moment, so it's a bit harder to plan out the time. 🧡🧡🧡 I will try to get my shit together soon.

See you soon ♥️

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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They’re Jealous Of You

Preference

Characters: Druig, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker

Warnings: Peter’s has a spoiler from No Way Home - but I hope you all have seen that by now 🥰

Request: “I can't see your new character list so tell me if you don't write about someone here, okay? 😁 Druig, Sam Wilson and Peter Parker being jealous of their girlfriends preference, please?” Anon

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Druig

Druig landed in front of her townhouse, knowing full well that she was at work and wouldn’t be home for hours. He knew where the spare key was, hidden in the flowerpot beside the porch swing.

He let himself in, taking a second to lean against the door and take in his surroundings. (Y/N) left the blinds open, warming the place with pretty sunlight. His eyes wandered from the cozy living room to the bookshelf of classics to the dining table bedecked with flowers to the kitchen that still smelled of coffee and buttered toast.

The tinkle of a bell preceded the soft steps of the housecat. Smoky gray and spying with bright blue eyes, the cat went right up to Druig and nudged his leg.

He finally smiled, complying to scratch him behind the ears, “Fancy a day together?”

And for hours Druig lived like those he spent millennia watching over. He feigned a human life.

He went to the bedroom to find the sweats and graphic t shirts that (Y/N) bought and kept for him. He went to the kitchen to make a sandwich, ensuring that the cat got a couple bites of turkey. He stood on the back porch, waving at the neighbors and deciding to water the plants with the hose.

He ended up snuggled on the couch with a thick blanket wrapped around him. The cat curled up in his lap and one of his favorite classics in hand.

He soaked up the feeling of being in a home and doing mundane human things. Because after so long he was ready to admit that he was jealous. He was jealous of his girlfriend and her simple life, void of powers and celestials and eternity.

Time seemed to go by quicker when he just lived the day. He was on the verge of a catnap when there was jangle of keys at the door and (Y/N) came walking in.

“Druig?” she called, “You left the door unlocked – scared me for a second.”

He waited for her to come into the living room as she kicked off her shoes and hung her coat. “I came to check the cat.”

She eyed the breadbasket and empty plate in the kitchen and the book resting on the ottoman – the bookmark was nearly halfway through the novel.

“Right,” she smirked, “Just popped in for a visit.”

He smiled, sweet and simple, “Come here, please.”

She obliged, crawling onto the couch and beneath the blanket he tucked around them. “You look sleepy.”

“I am,” he said gruffly, “It’s exhausting being human.”

“Is that what you’re doing here?” she asked curiously, snuggling into him.

He held her close, nudging her shoulder much like the cat that was trying to get comfortable between them.

“Shh…” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck, “Just a couple more hours.”

Sam

“What the hell is that?” Sam said to himself, “What in the hell is that?”

He was pressed against the wide glass windows of the Avengers compound, hands cupped above his eyes to keep the sun from blocking his view.

Someone was up in the sky, suited with what looked like his falcon wings. They were doing spectacular aerials, moving the metallic wings as if they’d practiced the flight pattern before.

Anger was bubbling inside him, starting in his core and flooding out to his limbs. They pushed him to move. He darted down the hallway, not bothering with the elevator as he barged into the stairwell.

Who had the balls to steal his flight suit and practice in the backyard?

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he realized that the answer was his girlfriend.

His face was contorted with clear astonishment, watching (Y/N) pull risky moves in the air. She was maneuvering the suit so expertly that even Sam doubted he could match the skill.

He stood beneath her, hands on his hips and feeling that anger ebb away into something more subtle but all the more upsetting.

He was jealous of her skill. Embarrassed of the fact she probably kept it from him to spare his feelings.

It took a minute for her to notice him, but when she did, she cursed under her breath. She had been caught.

She humbly landed on the ground beside him.

Sam raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to get closer, “Damn, (Y/N).” He was trying to stifle the jealous pit in his stomach, “Why didn’t you tell me you were such a good flyer?”

“Well, I didn’t want to bug you with it,” She rested the red tinted glasses on her flyaway hair, “And knowing S.H.I.E.L.D. they would probably try to recruit me into some covert operation.”

“Or the Avengers,” Sam said, an edge to his voice.

She noticed, “Exactly. And you know I’m more of a homebase tech guy.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you couldn’t have told me.”

She shrugged, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s because you know you’re better than me, isn’t it.”

Her eyes flew wide, mouth floundering for a reply, “I… you… well…”

Sam gapped, “Oh my god, you really think you’re better with the suit!”

“I didn’t say that!” she finally gushed, “No, I don’t think that!” She was red-faced but realized what was fueling his outburst, “There’s no need to be jealous of how I fly.”

“I’m not,” Sam retorted, biting his tongue instead of being his usual chatty self.

She gave him a shy look, “There are plenty of things you can do in the suit that I can’t. I’ve been jealous of that before.”

He paused, extinguished by her words, “Really?”

“Maybe I’ve been practicing because I just want to be as good as you.”

He refrained from smiling, “I see what you’re doing.”

“Oh?”

“Thank you for trying to make me feel better.”

She sighed, relieved, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he went to kiss her, “My girlfriend is a badass.”

Peter

Outside the bathroom door he could hear the party raging on. Not the sophisticated college affair he was expecting among biomechanical engineers, but a borderline rave.

He thought this was the opportunity for him to meet (Y/N)’s friends and classmates – wanting to impress them and show that he could be an accepted part of their group.

What he hadn’t expected when entering the apartment was bass music making the floor buzz, UV lights hanging precariously from the ceiling, vibrant glowing paints decorating every surface, and a countertop displaying various punch bowls themed a different alcoholic concoction.

(Y/N) immediately threw her hands in the air, declaring her entrance with a rave worthy shout. Her friends and colleagues welcomed her, grabbing at her with neon colored hands and loose, drunken arms.

Peter was left in the doorway, wide eyed and looking like a pair of headlights were barreling towards him. He knew his girlfriend was more carefree for majoring as a biomechanical engineer – it was one of the things he loved about her – but it would’ve been nice to know that when she said, ‘a college party with her classmates’ she meant ‘a college party where you’re meant to bust an eardrum and forget the whole night to intoxicated bliss.’

He was shuffling out of the bathroom now, dodging a pair of giggling girls. He searched for (Y/N) in the crowd, letting his mind sink further into how disappointed he was. He really wanted to impress her tonight.

And now she was throwing her head around, waving her arms, and letting her friends press against her on the dance floor.

Peter felt that flicker of love trail up his chest at seeing her, but there was something else brewing in his stomach. (Y/N) was dancing to the anthem of the room, not a care in the world and leaning on her friends like they’d done it a thousand times. It was a loyalty that only came from a group of students that shared the struggles of class and then supported one another in safely detoxing over the weekend.

Peter didn’t have that.

How could he be carefree when he’d seen true villainy. How could he be loyal to friends when they’d all forgotten who he was.

He was jealous.

“Peter?”

He looked up to see (Y/N), speckled with paint and holding two drinks. He gave a weak smile.

“Are you okay?”

He shrugged. “Your friends love you.”

Her face dipped, flushed and now ashamed of allowing her friends to drag her away from her boyfriend.

“I probably should’ve warned you,” she said loudly over the music.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not wanting to hurt her feelings, “This just isn’t my scene.”

She nodded, putting the cups on the nearest table, “Well, I’ve said hi to everyone, now we can get out of here.”

Peter immediately fumbled, “No, no – I didn’t mean we had to leave. You should keep…”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him flush to her chest, head pressed against his so she could mumble something quietly in his ear.

“I want to spend the night with you. Just me and you. Let’s get some takeout and take a shower at your apartment.”

Pajamas and snacks and movies and cuddles. It was making Peter smile again, made him feel not so alone anymore, “I love you.”

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Family Pranks || Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom holland x youtuber!reader

Summary: (Request) You and Tom decide to prank his and your family and friends acting like he’s an ‘abusive’ boyfriend to get their reactions. You record it for your youtube video getting the best reactions ever.

A/N: Sorry If this triggers anyone, just know it’s all a joke and I know Tom is not abusive it’s just them filming a prank. Abuse shouldn’t be taken as a joke but I do see some people do this as a prank on youtube. Just know if this does happen to you physically or mentally, I’m here for you and there’s other people out there too. There are lots of people you can contact for help and please try get the help you need! love you all stay safe xx

“Hey guys, It’s y/n and i’m here with…” You say towards the camera looking to your right where your boyfriend, Tom is sitting.

“Tom, the best boyfriend ever” He smiles giving a small wave.

“Today we will be pranking our friends and family pretending we are in an argument where Tom will ‘hit’ me-“ You do air quotes in the air for ‘hit’ as he won’t actually hit you.

“I’m not actually going to hit her guys, I would never lay a hand on this pretty girl” Tom says, placing his hand on your thigh.

“This is only for entertainment purposes only, I promise you all Tom is an amazing boyfriend and he’s not abusive. It’s just a prank” You smile placing your hand on top of his.

“Yep, I mean who would want to hurt this cute face” Tom teases pinching your cheeks making you blush.

“Tommy! Anyways let’s get started, first we will prank Toms brother Harry, Sam and Paddy. We’re gonna have lots of cameras in the room so you can see.” You say before pausing the camera to go hide it in the room without the boys noticing.

This is what you do, youtube is your career. You’ve been a youtuber ever since you was seventeen and it’s going very well. Your actually a social influencer but recently you’ve been loving doing pranks on people, and your fans are enjoying it.

You finally set the camera up, Tom making sure the others were turned on. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, apologising for anything he may say. Tom was always like this, cute and caring. Even though he knew it would be a prank he felt bad.

“3,2,1….Tom! I told you he’s your best friend” You whisper yell to start the argument off the boys being in the other room. You both being in Toms old bedroom in his parents house.

“Y/n You was like fucking all over him!”

“I just gave him a hug like you do to Zendaya and all your other girls that are friends!”

“Are you fucking stupid?!” He raised his voice with a smile trying to let all his laughter out now.

“Stupid?! How am I stupid, your the one acting like a dick!” You hug him quick giving him a nod to carry on.

“I’m not being a dick if your the one who is most likely cheating on me and fucking my best friend!” He yelled, both of you hearing whispers, most likely the boys listening outside the door.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT! Tom I love you and you know that” You scoff still acting.

“Just admit it you most likely go around sleeping with other guys” Tom said louder.

“ALL I DID IS FUCKING HUG HIM TO SAY HI, IM NOT GONNA BE RUDE AND NOT SAY HELLO TO HIM” You scream letting tears poor with a smile to let him know your acting for the prank.

“DON’T YOU DARE SHOUT AT ME!” He said, him knowing how to act greatly.

“Your the one fucking shouting at me! Just fuck off Tom” You say.

“What did you just say!” Tom spoke with a harsh voice, whispering saying ‘i’m gonna do it’ as in he’s gonna ‘hit’ you.

“FUCK OF-Ahhh. TOM!” You scream in pain as Tom slap his hands together to make a sort of hitting noise. That’s when the door flung open, you holding your face that you purposely put makeup on to make it look red like he had slapped you.

You hold your face crying acting afraid of Tom as his brothers came charging in, seeing Tom towering over you and you holding your cheek, sobbing.

“What the fuck man!” Harry shouted shoving Tom away from you, Sam and Paddy going to see if your okay.

“HARRY STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS!” Tom barked at his brother.

“Did you just fucking hit her!” Sam saw your now red face as you hid in Paddy’s shoulder. He walked up to Tom pining him against the wall.

“Y/n did he hurt you?” Paddy asked as you nod crying more.

“What the fuck Tom! You need to calm THE FUCK DOWN NOW!” Sam shouted pushing Tom more into the wall.

“Are you crazy! Snap out of it Tom! You just fucking hit her, your girlfriend. That’s fucking y/n right there and you slapped her!” Harry was pissed just as much as the others.

“And? You know what she did, she’s a fucking slut! I’ll fucking hit her again if I wanted to” Tom growled acting as if he was gonna pounce at you again.

“You ain’t gonna touch her ever again, Thomas. You know not to hit women, especially y/n. How the fuck could you!” Paddy held you closer as you cried trying to watch the boys hold Tom, trying not to laugh.

“I can’t believe you, Paddy take y/n out. I’m so sorry y/n, Tom clearly has lost his mind. I promise he won’t hurt you again.” Sam walked over to you as Harry held Tom back. He pulled you in for a big hug.

That’s when Tom moved out of Harry’s grip running over to you. You saw this realising he wanted to tell them. “TOM!” Harry yelled as he pushed Sam on to the bed grabbing you.

“Want me to hit you again?” Tom said but this time with a smile paddy and the others giving a confused expression.

“Yes” You fall into laughter, hugging your boyfriend as he kissed your head.

“What?” Sam said.

“It was a prank, come on you really think I would hurt her” Tom asked his silly brothers, they all scoff.

“Fuck you both” Paddy said walking out the room, annoyed.

“You idiots, you had me scared” Harry punched Toms arm. “Still If you ever hurt her, i’ll kill you” Harry said walking out the room.

“Sorry Sam” You hug him as he was mad at you both for making him believe his brother had hit you. “I’m gonna get you back” He groaned, you and Tom both laughing.

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Next was your mum and your brother. Tom and you arrived at your old childhood home, not doing the prank straight away to make it not seem bait. You waited a few hours before arguing to bring back their attention, which worked.

“Ahhh!” You scream out in ‘pain’ as Tom ‘hits’ you in the face. You had filmed this in the living room, whilst your brother and your mum was just in the kitchen.

“Did you just hit my daughter?!” Your mum came into the room looking at her crying daughter, pointing a finger in his face. To say Tom was scared was an understatement. Your mum looked scary.

“Yes I did she fucking deserved i-“ Before he could finish your mum had slapped him hard in the face, taking you both by surprise.

“Huh?! Do you like it! You think it’s okay to hit my baby? Tom I thought fucking better than you to hurt her” Your mum screamed as Tom held his now red cheek, you were about to say it was a prank until another angry voice came into the room.

“You fucking bastard!” Your brother, Charlie, went to hit Tom, pushing him onto the sofa.

“Hey! Hey! Stop. Charlie it’s a prank! Get off him, it’s a joke” You panicked as your brother looked down to your boyfriend who had a feared expression and then to you who was now laughing.

“fucking hell! You dickheads” He pushes Tom hard into the sofa.

“It was a joke, you really didn’t hit her?” Your mums expression changed into a softer one.

“No I didn’t hit her, I would never ever lay a hand on your daughter.” Tom said standing up to give your mum a hug which she returned back, holding Toms face in her hands. “I’m so sorry for slapping you” she apologised.

“Wow mum, powerful slap. Your cheek is all red” You giggle hugging them both as you look at Toms face. “I never wanted to do this prank it was all her idea” Tom said making your mother glare at you.

“We only have one prank left to do!” You say excited.

“Wait what?!”

“Your friends silly” you say.

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“Let me see your phone” Tom said quietly as your legs laid on his lap. His best friends Harrison and Tuwaine were sitting not to far from you both as you started the small little argument.

“Why? Im literally on it” You smile.

“let me see it, your all smily someone is clearly messaging you” He snapped a little making the boys both turn there heads to you both, leaving it for now.

“No one is messaging me Tommy, I’m just going through instagram see” You flash your phone to him, taking it back quickly. “No, Tom you clearly don’t trust me if you want to go through my phone” You say taking your legs off him acting mad.

“Y/n just show him” Harrison said thinking you were both messing about.

“Why should I give him my phone?” You ask.

“Just save yourself an argument and let him see if you have nothing to hid” Tuwaine says backing Harrison up.

“Ugh fine, take the fucking phone” You throw your phone to Tom with attitude.

“Don’t start acting like a bitch just because I wanna know if your cheating and being a whore” Tom pretends to scroll through your phone.

“Oii, no Tom you can’t say that” Harrison says pausing the game they were playing.

“What? It’s what she is, no?” Tom laughs.

“You can’t call her a bitch or a whore. That’s not right” Tuwaine says turning to you as a tear fell but you wipe it so he could see.

“Then why is she liking other mens post then” Tom snaps at his friends trying to act mad.

“You like other girls posts, plus that’s my brothers friends post. I’m not gonna, not like it. Give my phone back your being annoying” You try snatch your phone back but he moves it so you can’t get it. “Tom just give it the fuck back-“ You raise your voice snatching your phone back.

“So you are whoring around?”

“Tom!” Harrison and Tuwaine both shout.

“Just shut the fuck up, I love you and only you” You say placing your phone on the side.

“Don’t speak to me like that” He snapped.

“Fuck off Tom- I don’t know why you’ve been like this all day.”

“Like what!”

“Your being a dickhead, just fucking shut u-“ You say as Tom claps his hands together by the side of your face, the two idiots falling for it as they ran to pull Tom away whilst you cry out in pain.

“what the fuck Tom!” Harrison shouts as Tuwaine comforts you by kissing you on the head and rocking you back and forth.

“Your a fucking bitch! I promise that’s not the last one your getting today!” Tom yells trying to pull away from Haz.

“Are you fucking crazy, mate! Did you seriously hit your girl? Do you normally do this! Y/n has this happen before” Harrison asked confused but angry at his best friends actions.

“Y-yeah” You croak out.

“So what I hit her here and there, she fucking deserves it.” Tom growls.

“Get out” Harrison said, making Tom look at him like ‘what’. “GET THE FUCK OUT, THOMAS” He pushes his best friend to the door.

“No” He says.

“Get the fuck out, i don’t wanna do something i’ll regret” Harrison warns him.

“Let me just get my things” Tom barges past Haz harshly, walking over to grab his phone. Making eye contact with you. He couldn’t keep it in anymore as you both blast out in laughter.

“There’s a fucking camera” Tuwaine groans finally finding the cameras in the room around you all. He lets go off you going to sit back down where he was before.

“Fuck you both” Harrison says. “Actually both of you out of my house, out” He says calming down.

“I love you” Tom says. “ I love you too baby” You say back kissing him on the lips.

“Very funny prank” Harrison claps sarcastically.

“We’re getting you back y/l/n and you Holland” Tuwaine promises.

I don’t like this, I need more requests.

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betzabobababi · 1 year

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Third Times the Charm

Hello Hello! This is by far one of my favorite things I have written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please don't hesitate to like, comment or reblog. It means so much to authors. It also gives them feedback. Anyways without further ado!

Tom Holland x Reader *Y/n Y/ln*

Warnings: Mentions of a fire. Calling 911. Weddings. Proposing

Summary: Tom tries repeatedly to pop the question.

Type: Fluff <3

AUTHORS POV

Tom had been trying to pop the question for months now. He asked for your father's blessing; he told his mum. He even asked Zendaya, your sister, and some of your other close friends for help on picking the ring, date, and place.

So when the day finally came for him to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, you had to postpone your date because your sister went into an early labor.

Tom reluctantly delayed the occasion and planned another date. This date was in a small family owned Vineyard somewhere in napa. The sun had started to set and just as you were about to turn around (Tom was already on his knee) you spotted that a part of the grape Vines had caught on fire. Hurriedly you called 911. At this point Tom had already gotten up and started to pack up your stuff so you could get out of there safely.

Exasperated by his multiple failed attempts to ask for your hand in marriage he decided that he would try one last time and if it didn't work he would wait a while longer. He thought "maybe the universe is purposefully trying to sabotage my plans because it's not time yet"

So the third time he tried to pop the question, he set a date in which he made sure you both had no plans or meetings going on. He drove you to a park somewhere downtown and he had a picnic set up.

He was very nervous, “What if she says no?” or “what if i mess up the speech?” “Third times the charm-Third times the charm-Third times the charm” he kept repeating to himself. If it didn't work out it was ok. But he just really wanted it to work out. Around an hour into the picnic he mentally psyched himself up one more time and as nervous as he was finally decided to pop the question.

“Y/n Y/l/n *you got this tom!* you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you more than anything in this world. I can guarantee there’ll be tough times.*he gets down on one knee* I guarantee that at some point one or both of us are gonna want to get out of this. *reaches into pocket* But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine *takes out the ring* I'll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart you are the only one for me. Be with me now and forever?” At the end of his speech Tom’s whole face was flushed a bright red. Breathing heavily he looked into your eyes, looking, searching for any sign of rejection. But when he looked at you all he could see were the tears that were threatening to spill. He could only see your wide smile.

And as if the world suddenly stops, he sees your mouth opening. “YES YES OH MY GOD YES A MILLION TIMES YES!” you said nearly shouting. You were screaming, but at a reasonable level for a person who just got asked for their hand in marriage. Tom let out a sigh of relief finally being able to breathe again. You lunged at Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping him in a tight hug. When you both finally let go you saw Tom’s family and yours emerging from the trees surrounding both of you. Harry had a camera in hand and was clicking away. Nicki and Dom were in tears. Your sister was carrying her newborn, looking at you with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen on her face. Her husband followed close behind. And your father beside him. Paddy walked in between his parents. Sam walked next to Harry, carrying a tray of delicious looking desserts. As they reach you and Tom, one by one congratulate you and engulfed you in big hugs. After giving them their love they talked with you guys. Both you and Tom explained your hopes and wishes for the wedding.

“Hey Tom?” you said to him as you were walking back to the car. “Yes Love?” “How many times did you try to propose?” Tom chuckled at the question. Eyes shining with love. “Believe it or not, I only tried three times.” Tom responded. “You know what they say Tommy, Third Times the Charm.”

#Fluff Tom holland #Fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #Y/n Y/l/n #wedding proposal #engagement #tommy baby #<3333 #Nicki Holland #Dom Holland #Harry Holland #Sam Holland #Paddy Holland #Tom Holland fluff #third times the charm #failed proposal #Bb writes

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racheld93 · 1 year

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Heather: Alright, Billy, it's your turn.

Billy: This game is stupid.

Chrissy: You didn't think so when beer came out of your nose when I said I'd rather fuck Goth Sam and kill Carol.

Billy: I was surprised by your improving taste.

Chrissy: *giggles and shoves him* Fuck you.

Billy: No thank you.

Barb: Okay let's keep this going already before my mom comes down here again with more sweets. Billy, you have to answer. Argyle, its your turn to ask.

Argyle: *wide-eyed and chewing on the last double chocolate chip cookie* Mmm oood?

Billy: *knowing Argyle just went 'my dude'* Just ask Argie.

Argyle: ... N-

Billy: Kill Nancy, Fuck Steve, Marry Steve

Barb: Hey!

Argyle: Whoa Billiam I was gonna say Nancy Reagan. Are you reading my mind? Are we finally psychically linking up? *reaches for Billy's head*

Billy: *swats the hand to protect his curls* Fine. Kill both Nancys, Fuck Steve, Marry Steve.

Barb: *punches Billy in the tit*

Billy: Hey! *punches her in the tit right back*

*tit punching and rolling on the floor commences while Heather answers Chrissy's picks and Argyle cheers on the tit punching*

Mrs. Holland: *yelling from upstairs* Pizza! Come and get it!

*the tit punching and cheering and the Fuck, Marry, Kill game pause... and then five hungry teens push and shove and trip each other up the basement stairs*

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verxn · 1 year

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Nervous?

Description: y/n and Peter goes to homecoming together but they are both kinda nervous

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black fem reader

Note: this is like new to me lolz , I would be writing a lot of y/n or x reader stories because I just want the person who is reading this to feel like they’re in the story anyways much my to my sistas🫶🏾!!

y/s/n = your sister name 👍🏾

You sighed looking at myself in the mirror over and over again “do I look bad…?” You mumbled to yourself while looking in the mirror

You wore a long beautiful navy blue dress that had a lace like material on the top half and the bottom half was all covered, with a beautiful design of blue flowers on the bottom of it.

It hugged all of your curves so well and it honestly made your milk chocolate skin pop out

You had on a long straight lace front that goes all the way down to your butt and your edges were laid (looking good gworl🤭)

You were contemplating on weather or not you look good but your older sister said you do so you went with it , you sat on your bed while putting on your high heels ‘pray for my feet’ you thought to yourself while slipping them on

To be honest you never would of thought that someone would have asked you out to homecoming, not that you saying you’re ugly, you’re just surprised because people are usually scared of you even though you really just be in your own world.

Walking down the stairs you see your older sister and her girlfriend sitting on the couch but when they saw you they gasps

“awwww look at my baby y/n!!!” Y/s/n said while running up to you and hugging you tightly. You laughed and hugged her back

“I’m not a baby anymore sis” you said while fixing your hair just before your date came

“Yeah you’re not a baby but you’ll always be mines” she said kissing you on the cheek “awww come on sis” you whined as she kept on kissing you cheek

Her girlfriend pulled her off of you “y/s/n let the poor girl breathe” vonnie said while holding y/s/n by the waist “vonnie she’s getting older….she can’t go she’s too young” she said while playing fainting

You and vonnie rolled y’all eyes as y/s/n antics and then heard the door bell rang

I don’t know what took over y/s/n but girl hauled ass like she was Usain Bolt “who is it?” She said while looking at the peep hole

On the other side of the door was Peter , he was looking around nervously and fixing his hair. As soon as he heard your sister yell he replied “uhm..it’s Peter…Peter Parker I’m here to pick up y/n for uhm homecoming?”

In the house y/s/n looked at you and said “why does it sound like that he’s trying to convince himself that he’s picking you up” you shrugged and replied “he’s probably nervous as much as I am”

You then walked up to the door and opened it and saw him standing there “h-hey” you waved awkwardly, meanwhile Peter was staring at you like you were a piece of meat “I- hey” he replied back while staring at you

“Um…ready to go?” You said while grabbing your purse and jacket , he nodded and you both left

“Ahh kids” y/s/n said while staring at the door “hon we did this last year…” vonnie said while staring at your sister

“Tsk be quiet and watch the movie” y/s/n grumbled

#peter parker #peter parker x black!reader #black fem reader #black reader #mcu imagine #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tony stark #sam wilsom #bucky barnes #captin america #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #ant man

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blu-3-ey-3-s · 2 years

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These two “deaths” from Infinity War hurt me the most 😭😭 (and Groot) why do I do this to myself 😂

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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The Cutest Holland - Sam Holland x Reader

Summary: Sam & Harry have had a deal with each other to not date the other’s friends. However, when Sam meets Harry’s friend y/n, that becomes challenging.

Warnings: a few curse words and just Sam being insanely lovable 🤷‍♀️

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“Wait how many brothers do you have” Y/N asks Harry as she looks up from her phone.

Harry laughs, “it is me, Tom whom you met yesterday, Paddy, and as I was saying, my twin Sam”.

Y/N nods, seemingly surprised. Harry and y/n met a few months ago in passing when he helped her decide on which lens to buy for her Nikon while shopping in a local photography supply store in downtown London.

She was new to the area and to photography so his help was very beneficial but also allowed her to make a new friend in the new country she found herself in.

“Your poor mother” y/n jokes, sipping on her tea in front of the small cafe.

Harry laughs and blushes a little, “hey, she loves us”.

Y/n shakes her head and laughs, “anyways, what was it you were saying about your twin?”.

“Right, before you interrupted me” Harry jokes, teasingly glaring at y/n.

“I was saying that he just started working at a new restaurant in Scotland. That’s where you’re headed in a few weeks right? Glasgow next week then Scotland?” Harry asks, setting his mug down on the outdoor table they’re seated at.

“That’s correct, if you text me the restaurant I’ll see if I can make it fit into my schedule while I’m there and let you know how the food is” Y/N says, moving her hair out of her face as the wind picks up.

Harry chuckles, “I’ll certainly text you but my brother actually makes the food so if it’s good I don’t need to hear that. Now if it is horrible, that I want to know”.

Y/n blushes at her misunderstanding, having assumed Harry’s twin was a waiter instead of cook, and laughs.

“Well hopefully it’s better than your’s then or I don’t think I’ll be going” she teases.

“Hey, you haven’t had my food” Harry pouts.

She smirks, “no but the other day you told me you burnt spaghetti noodles”.

Harry glares, “it was an accident!”

Y/n rolls her eyes “excuses. Speaking of which, what’s your excuse this time as to why you haven’t asked Natalia out yet?”

“Ugh y/n/n I told you, she isn’t into me” Harry whines.

“And I told you that you can’t know that unless you ask her out” she laughs.

“Look who is talking! When was the last time you were seeing anyone?” Harry says, turning the conversation on her.

“I’m traveling too much for that, I’m never in one place long enough” she shrugs, finishing her tea.

“Now look who is making excuses” Harry says, being the one to smirk this time.

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“Okay, I’ll have the edited photos to you in three days” y/n says to the pregnant woman she just finished photographing.

“Wonderful, thank you y/n” she smiles, shaking y/N’s hand and walking away.

Y/n let’s out a sigh, happy to be done with her last shoot in Glasgow and heading to Scotland tomorrow morning.

Y/n places the cap over her camera lens and sits down on the empty grass, not bothering to find a bench. She rests her palms on the grass behind her as she leans back slightly and closes her eyes.

“I probably wouldn’t do that” she hears someone say softly, causing her eyes to open as she looks for the source.

“I think you’ll probably be better off sitting somewhere else. They look wasted and will probably end up hitting you with the frisbee” the voice says, but y/n has yet to find them.

Following the direction of the sound, she tilts her head backwards until she is looking at someone upside down. The young man, maybe a year older than her, laughs and seems to smile at her response.

Y/n looks towards where he was pointing and sighs upon seeing the stumbling men tossing around a frisbee not too far from her. She sighs again and raises her head before getting ready to stand up.

However, before she can, the man has walked over to the grass in front of her and holds his hand out to her to help. She smiles and accepts, letting him help her up.

She dusts herself off before looking at him for the first time- right side up that is-. He looks familiar, but y/n cannot place it.

“I’m Sam, nice to meet you” he says, seeming to think her hesitation has to do with not knowing him.

Sam… Sam… why is that familiar too? She wonders.

“Y/n, nice to meet you” she smiles kindly.

He flashes her a bigger smile, a stunning one at that.

“You’re not from around here” he says, matter of factly.

“I’m not” she blushes, him evidently noticing her foreign accent.

“What brings you here?” he asks, pointing silently towards a bench further from the guys he mentioned earlier but still in the park and around plenty of others as he doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

She follows him as he walks, keeping pace with him, “I’m traveling mostly. I moved to London a few months ago and am still new to the UK so I wanted to see more of it”.

Sam smiles and nods as he thinks of suggestions to give her.

“Wait!” Y/n says, stopping her approach.

Sam turns to face her more as he stops as well.

“Omg you’re his brother” y/n mumbles to herself but it is loud enough for Sam to hear.

Sam frowns and looks down at the ground. He is used to being recognized through being Tom’s brother ever since his brother landed the role of Spider-Man years ago.

It’s not that he’s not incredibly proud of his older brother. He just wishes he could meet someone like y/n who isn’t only talking to him because he’s Tom’s brother.

“You’re Harry’s twin aren’t you?” She giggles, shaking her head at not connecting it earlier.

Sam laughs in relief and nods, sitting down on the bench, y/n following suit.

“I’m such an idiot! All though, to be fair, you two are not identical and he said you were in Scotland “ she defends, blushing.

Sam laughs more, “we’re not, no. And don’t feel bad. Besides, I’m used to people knowing me through my oldest brother instead so this is kinda nice”.

“Tom right?” She asks, removing the camera from her neck and setting it in her lap.

Sam hums in agreement, “anyways, Harry told you about me?”.

“You say that like you’re not brothers, let alone twins” she laughs and Sam blushes and bites his lip.

“Although, I gotta admit, for being twins and him saying he’s the closest to you, he does talk about you the least” she informs him.

Sam pouts, “well that’s rude”.

Y/n laughs and smiles over at him as she rolls her eyes.

Sam is back to smiling in an instant, “what did he tell you?”

“Mostly? Just that you work at a restaurant I should try to go to when I get to Scotland” she shrugs.

Y/n watches him blush and although she doesn’t know why he is blushing, she finds it adorable as it makes his eyes flicker more.

Sam feels his face warm as he realizes Harry hasn’t told the stunning girl in front much about him other than that he can cook.

Sam isn’t sure why that bothers him other than that he is sure Harry knows y/n would be Sam’s type.

While Sam is deep in thought, Y/n looks over his features and notices that while there are certainly some similarities between him and Harry, they are definitely not identical.

While she knows Harry would be offended if he knew, she can’t help but think how Sam is far more attractive than Harry. Harry would be offended not because there’s anything between the two but because it means he wasn’t the more attractive one like he claimed one of the two times he mentioned his twin.

“Well, I can certainly ensure you get a good seat, when are you headed there?” Sam asks, a blush still tinting his cheeks a faded strawberry color.

Sam knows they just met but he feels they are already getting along well, even before they noticed the connection to Harry they both had.

“Tomorrow morning but I’ll be there for 10 days before making a few stops as I head back to London” she says, pulling her phone out to double check the schedule.

Sam peers over the device screen and nods, “well is there any particular day you have free?”.

She shrugs, “Harry only mentioned the restaurant you worked at as places to see there so I was just going to sight see and what-not the first few days to make a list of places I want to go to the remainder of the week, so whenever”.

Sam smiles at her rambling that he cannot help but find adorable. Sam recalls Harry briefly mentioning his latest friend, who he said was a traveling photographer.

Harry had mentioned how friendly y/n was and eager to see new places. However, meeting her in person made that even more clear to Sam.

Sam couldn’t help but smile to himself because he has always been a big traveler but usually would do it spontaneously and many of his friends did not care for that.

However, Harry had mentioned that his new friend chose to move to London after a last minute decision to travel to the area a year prior and fell in love with the area.

Sam didn’t know when talking to Harry that they’d ever actually meet anytime soon. Nor did he know how beautiful she is, but from Harry’s descriptions he knew they’d get along well. He just never knew how true that would be or that he’d feel the way he does upon simply meeting her.

“Well, if you’d like, I can get you a table for about 6 days from now. It is usually less busy then and that will give you time to come up with some ideas and I can see if there are any you are missing from your list you should see while in the area” he offers.

Y/n blushes and thanks him, “that would be great. Do you want my number so you can text me what time I need to be there?”

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“He didn’t “ Sam laughs, shaking his head at Y/N’s story about Harry admitting to her he burned pasta.

“I never should’ve left him, I knew he couldn’t cook. Mum must’ve been feeding him this whole time” Sam jokes.

Y/n laughs and shrugs, “all I know is I’m never letting him cook for me”.

Sam nods, “certainly don’t want you to get food poisoning so that’s a good plan”.

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“You’ve been to some of the smallest places I’ve ever heard of but not to Kenya?” Sam asks, clearly in shock.

Y/N shrugs, “no but it is definitely on my bucket list! I want to do the breakfast with giraffes thing”.

Sam smiles as he watches her face light up as she zones out for a moment thinking about her desired trip. Sam meticulously takes notice of the way the corners of her lips curl up ever so slightly and her eyes emit a soft blank stare at the park around them as she thinks about the giraffes.

“Yeah? Kenya is breathtaking, but I’ve not done the giraffe thing either” Sam admits hesitantly as he doesn’t want to interrupt her adorable daydreaming but also wants to ensure they can keep talking.

Harry always had Sam’s back and vice versa. However, Sam felt he should’ve known Harry would do something like this, knowing Sam would be interested in her and therefore telling her to go to his restaurant but not telling Sam she was coming.

Sam and Harry had mutual friends of course but for the most part they ran in different circles and always had a pact to not date the other’s friends out of respect for each other so it wouldn’t become awkward or hurt the other’s friendships.

It was never really a problem or annoyance before. Sure there were some friends of Harry’s that Sam would willingly admit were attractive.

But Y/N was a different story. She isn’t just attractive, she is kind, charming, intelligent, adventurous, outgoing, and all around a fun and uplifting person.

Sam could already tell he was going to struggle to keep his promise to Harry this time as he desperately wants to know y/n more and ask her on a date. Harry probably suspected that would be the case and therefore didn’t tell Sam she would be coming to his restaurant.

However, clearly Harry couldn’t predict that they’d both be in the same park in Glasgow at the same day and time.

Sam had attended a farmer’s market that morning and decided to stay in town for the day and boy was he glad he did.

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Y/N smoothed out her outfit one last time in the hotel mirror before grabbing her clutch and walking out of her room. She felt nervous for tonight even though it wasn’t a date and Sam would probably not even be able to step out to say hi.

Tonight was the dinner reservation at Sam’s restaurant he made for her and while he said he would be working of course, he’d try to come out and say hello and check in when things slowed in the kitchen.

She and Sam had been talking practically nonstop since meeting days ago in Glasgow. They’d exchanged numbers with the intent of touching base for her dinner reservation information only but after their long conversation in the park, they continued their conversation and getting to know one another through texting and even phone calls instead.

And the day after she got into Scotland they met back up for him to show her around and start working through her list.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t let herself fall for her best friend’s brother, after all that’s asking for trouble. However, as she got to know Sam more she could feel herself slipping and developing a growing crush on him.

Y/N looks up as she hears side conversations around her and notices she’s arrived already, her distracted mind making the walk much faster.

She juts her bottom lip out slightly so she can bite the inside of it better without messing up her lipstick. She strolls over to the employee standing at the reservation counter who is waiting to welcome the next guest.

“Hi” y/n greets, smiling nervously at the young man, probably a few years older than her, in front of her.

He smiles back, “‘ello, here for a reservation?”

She nods, “I am yes. It might be under y/n, but, umm Sam made it so I’m not sure if that’s different”.

“Ahh yes, y/n, right this way love” the young man say, his accent thick as he nods his head in the direction of the indoor dining area.

Y/n blushes, still not having gotten used to the casual way British men call people love. She mentally rolls her eyes at herself as she follows the young man to the area reserved for her.

The man pulls the seat out for her and she thanks him as she takes her seat.

“I’m Maximus, please feel free to take your time looking over the menu. I will return momentarily. Before I go, can I get you something to drink?” He asks, setting a regal looking menu down on the dark table she’s seated at.

“I’m okay with tea please” she smiles kindly and Maximus nods in response.

“Splendid. I will fetch that for you and let Sam know you’ve arrived” he says.

“Oh! No, really that’s okay. He’s busy” y/n says, glancing at the other tables.

It might be the less busy night according to Sam but it is still a popular place it seems.

“Plus I’m early” she says, resting her hands in the menu in front of her in a nervous habit.

She doesn’t want to be an inconvenience and was expecting to have to wait until closer to the reservation time. However, the man led her directly back to her seat despite being nearly a half hour early.

Y/n was not sure how long it would take to walk here tonight nor how busy it would be so she wanted enough time to be there on time but overdid it.

“Not to worry” Maximus smiles, “Sam has requested to be notified when you arrive. I’ll place your order for your tea and let him know while I’m back there”.

Y/n blushes upon hearing this but nods appreciatively.

“Alright, I need one regular tea” Maximus says as he approaches the order window to the kitchen.

The apprentice cook nods rapidly and rushes towards the drink station.

“Oh, and Sam, your girl is here” Maximus smirks.

Sam’s head whips around towards Maximus as he stops what he’s working on and smiles.

“She’s not my girl mate, but thank you. I’ll be out soon” Sam thanks him, a blush forming at Max calling y/n his girl.

“If you say so lad” Maximus laughs and walks away after grabbing the tea from the apprentice cook.

Sam shakes his head and turns his attention back to the dish he was working on so he can finish and go greet y/n.

“Mate you reserved the best table for her on the best night to come in and she’s not your girl?” Sam’s coworker Josh asks as he stirs the soup he is working on presently.

“We just met” Sam defends, his blush a bright contrast to his white uniform.

“So? You don’t want to ask her out? It sure seems you’re interested” Josh rebuts, reaching across Sam’s workstation to grab the salt.

“Of course I’m interested. She’s wonderful” Sam says, smiling to himself as his brain unprovokingly begins to list the personality characteristics he’s already admiring of her’s; the way she will stop mid task to help a stranger, how open minded she is, her drive and work ethic, etc.

“So what then, is she ugly?” Josh laughs, and Sam sets the knife down into he cutting board as he stares at him in disgust.

“No, not in the slightest. She’s” Sam defends y/n, pausing as his brain now lists the physical things he finds attractive; her soft hands, her slanted smirk when she jokes, how her thumb traces her bottom lip when nervous and causing her kissable lips to become even more noticeable, etc.

“Exquisite” Sam finishes, grabbing the knife and resuming chopping the last ingredient for this dish.

“Exquisite?! Mate, why aren’t you asking her out if she’s got you like that” Josh shakes his head in a mocking way.

“She’s mates with Harry” Sam sighs.

He doesn’t have a problem with them being mates in itself. It is just that he selfishly wishes they weren’t so he could tell her how he feels and see if she feels the same way for him.

He knows it isn’t fair to either Harry or y/n to think that way so it pains him to. But he does nevertheless.

“If it we’re me she was mates with, as long as there wasn’t anything between her and me and it wasn’t something that’d hurt her like a drunken kissed or one night stands I would not mind” Josh argues, “maybe you could talk to your brother”.

Sam gently placed the greens on the plate and raises it up to the pickup counter for the server.

“Thanks Mate, I might just do that” Sam says, washing his hands before untying his apron.

As Sam makes his way down the hall to the dining area, he looks towards her table and smiles before biting his lip. He feels short of breath as she looks literally breathtakingly beautiful tonight.

To be fair though, to Sam she’s always remarkable. It’s like he suddenly wholeheartedly understood the song Speechless by Dan + Shay.

However, tonight he notices it even more as it is a stark contrast to himself since he is in his work uniform. Fortunately, tonight he didn’t make a mess on his white clothes and just the apron he left in the kitchen.

He takes a deep breath to clear his head and walks towards her, smiling at her as she notices him approaching.

She smiles back and stands up as he reaches her table.

“Hi!” She greets, her voice raising in pitch at the end of her greeting as it always does when she’s excited.

“‘ello y/n/n, you look radiant” Sam greets, causing an instantaneous red hue to cover her cheeks.

She mumbles a soft thank you as she does whenever he gives her a compliment and she steps to the side of her chair but pauses.

“Darling?” Sam asks in confusion but all it does is cause her to blush more at his nickname for her.

“I don’t know the health code rules or whatever, am I allowed to hug you, or?” She giggles softly, shrugging her shoulders up ever so tenderly.

Sam chuckles and smiles before closing the gap between them as he hugs her, “always”.

Y/n bites her lip and rests her head briefly on his shoulder as she hugs Sam back.

“Thank you for the reservation” she says, sitting back down at the table he booked for her.

“The view is incredible” y/n adds, her eyes temporarily drifting towards the elegant water feature and indoor miniature topiary garden.

Sam suppresses a smile, not wanting to show just how glad he is she liked the seating he fought for her to get, “of course, I’m glad you like it”.

Sam motions to the seat across from her, “do you mind if I sit?”

She smiles and shakes her head no, “please do, I just assumed you’d have to get back to work”.

Sam sighs, “I will in a few minutes but moved my break around so I could come say ‘ello”.

“Sam, you didn’t need to do all of that” y/n says.

“I know, but I wanted to” he assures her, reaching out to grab the menu.

“You haven’t ordered yet?” He asks, looking up at her.

She presses her lips into a tight line and shakes her head softly as she trails her thumb over what remains of her bottom lip.

Sam turns his focus to the menu to look away from her lips, “why not?”.

“I don’t know what to get, it’s all new to me” she whispers, laughing shyly.

Sam looks back up and smiles at her, “tell you what. I’ll make you last night’s special”.

Her eyes widen in surprise, wondering if he is allowed to do that.

“Annnnd, some of the classic leek and potato soup for an appetizer” Sam says, looking up at her.

“You said last night’s special Sam, if it changes daily I’m not sure you’re supposed to tell people to order it the next day” y/n teases.

Sam rubs the back of his neck nervously and shrugs, “well you said you really liked the dish you had from Galenti’s the other day for lunch, this is a similar palate but I think you’ll like it even more since you enjoyed the type of seasonings from the dinner we got yesterday”.

Y/n blushes as she notices how attentive he must’ve been to remember the details of what she likes and doesn’t like.

“You’re not going to get in trouble are you?” She asks, not wanting to put him through any inconvenience as he’s already been more than thoughtful.

“No, it should be fine” Sam says and shrugs because if he’s being honest, he’s not completely sure how it’ll go back in the kitchen.

They do have all the ingredients and he’s sure his boss won’t mind if he cooks it himself. It is a bit more of a process than the other dishes but if Sam cooks it himself which he wants to, it should be fine.

They let family and friends of staff order items not in the menu most of the time so this should be fine. Sam realizes Josh will probably be a pain in the arse but when isn’t he.

Y/n smiles graciously and thanks him for going through the trouble.

“Anytime! The entree will take a little time for me to make, but the soup should help until then. Are you okay with that?” Sam asks, setting the menu back down in case she wants to order different drinks or desserts.

Y/n grins and nods, “of course! Thank you again. Also, you’re making it yourself?”

Sam blushes and curses himself for it as he feels his face warm. “Um, yeah. If that’s okay” he says nervously.

She giggles, “of course it is! You just have done so much to help me enjoy this trip so far I don’t want you to feel you have to”.

Sam smiles and shakes his head, “I really don’t mind, I promise”.

She nods, “okay good because I’m excited to officially have a meal by the infamous Chef Sam. Ooh or is it Chef Holland?” She asks, tapping her chin in question.

Sam covers his mouth to keep his voice down as he laughs and blushes.

“I suppose either is fine” he says between laughs.

“Hmmm… I’ll have to think..” y/n smiles.

Sam opens his mouth to excuse himself so he can get back to the kitchen. “Actually, we’re doing Chef Sam. Chef Holland could be any of your brothers instead, including Harry and I we said I shouldn’t eat anything he makes” she says smirking.

Sam nods and laughs in agreement, “yes, good decision”.

While Sam never asked for her to call him a chef at all, if she’s going to, he’d certainly prefer it to not be a nickname that prompts her to think about his twin brother. Especially when that brother is going to get in the way of his crush as is.

“Sorry, I am keeping you” y/n blushes and looks to the hallway leading to the kitchen.

Sam shakes his head quickly, “no! Don’t be, I love talking with you. I should get back yes, but not because of that”.

She smiles and blushes slightly but the lighting doesn’t allow Sam to notice the slight change in the tint of her cheeks.

“I’ll bring that out as soon as I can” he says, excusing himself to go back to work.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mate, you’ve fallen hard. You know you’re being paid to simply help prep and do a few workstations here and there? You’re a commis chef mate, and now you’re over here volunteering to make a whole special yourself?” Josh laughs, shaking his head as he places his tray in the sink.

Sam groans as he already feels insecure about the situation. Josh is right, Sam is still a novice and is here to learn and refine his abilities; not to act as the senior chef and make it all himself.

However, he couldn’t help but offer to make her’s himself. He knew he shouldn’t as Harry would probably scold him and say it was an attempt at flirting. And, perhaps he’d be right.

Sam admits he did it in part to hope that she’d like the meal and it might help her like him. I mean girls like guys who can cook right? Sam shakes his head at how ridiculous his thoughts are.

In his defense, he also did it to make her happy overall not just as it relates to himself.

Ignoring Josh, Sam reaches to the top of the drying rack to grab a clean pot to use.

“What if she doesn’t like it” Josh adds and Sam can tell by his tone he’s joking.

However, it still increases Sam’s nerves. It isn’t like Sam hasn’t made full meals himself before because he certainly has.

He isn’t one to brag or even humble brag as one could say, but he knows that people like his cooking. He has used it as an icebreaker before with girls too. However, this wasn’t an icebreaker attempt and he really cares about y/n and therefore cares if she likes it or not.

Maybe he should’ve offered the special from the other day still but begged the senior chef to make it in exchange for staying late a few nights or something. It was too late for that now though.

~~~~~~~~~

“No, Sam. Stop. I’m serious! It was the best meal I’ve ever had. You probably can’t give me the recipe but you have to make it again for me sometime” y/n says, securing her jacket around her as he grabs his keys and phone from his workstation.

Sam’s face is bright red but y/n doesn’t call him out on it, instead just grabbing his hand kindly and squeezing it, “seriously, thank you”.

Sam grins and nods, “like I said, I wanted to. Now, let’s get the custard I promised”.

Y/n nods and notices Sam didn’t pull his hand back as they begin to walk to the entrance. She isn’t sure if she’s supposed to, or should, separate their hands; but she doesn’t want to.

“It’s only roughly a half a kilometer away” Sam explains as they exit the door being held open by Maximus from earlier.

Sam and y/n thank him before continuing their path to the bakery Sam suggested going to after he was off.

“Date night?” The older woman asks as she sets down their desserts.

Y/n and Sam both blush and stumble over their words but Sam is the first to really respond, “oh, no. We’re not together like that!”.

The older woman’s eyes widen and she apologizes before walking away from the two. Y/n bites the inside of her cheek in hopes to both keep herself from frowning and to distract from the emotional pain his statement caused by causing physical pain to focus on instead.

She knows it shouldn’t bother her and she’s not sure why it does. He’s inarguably attractive and charismatic and she knows she might be starting to have a crush on him. But even so, it shouldn’t matter; after all, he’s right.

She slowly lifts her spoon to her mouth as Sam watches her silently.

As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.

Yes, they are true but he doesn’t want them to be. And he certainly doesn’t want y/n to think he isn’t interested in pursing a relationship if Harry were to be okay with it. Not that y/n need Harry’s permission but Sam does, …right?

“How is it?” Sam speaks up as y/n lowers her spoon back to her dessert.

“It’s good” she nods, not looking up at him.

Sam feels this tingling sensation in him he knows to be dread/angst as he realizes he may have offended her.

Ever since meeting a few days ago she’s never been this quiet. Sam knows it sounds crazy, after all, she answered him. But just through knowing her a few days, he knows her tells already and knows something is off.

“Y/n, did I do something?” Sam asks, resting his spoon on the table; no longer interested in his dessert.

She shakes her head no and continues to eat her’s in a painstakingly slow manner.

After watching her eat a few slow bites, Sam sighs and gets up from his seat across from her so he can stand next to her instead, “y/n please look at me”.

Y/n looks up at Sam as requested when he grabs her free hand. She sets down the spoon and turns in her stool to face him but doesn’t say anything.

“Was it what I said to our waitress?” he asks.

For some reason hearing him say our in reference to herself and him makes her heart flutter. It is a much drastic difference from how she felt moments ago and realizing that causes her brief elation to lapse.

She silently shrugs her shoulders and Sam’s eyes widen a little. He wasn’t expecting her to admit that.

While it isn’t the same as her admitting she likes him back, it is still flattering.

Before he can say anything, she explains, “I know it wasn’t a date or anything Sam. But the way you so impulsively responded was as if it was the craziest idea in the world. Like as if there were something wrong with someone being on a date with me, or that you found the idea of that person being you so outrageous and offensive”.

Sam swallows hard as a knot forms in his throat, then his chest, his heart, and the tightness eventually spreading to his whole body. He in no way meant it like that.

Sam rapidly shakes his head no as he tries to form the words to explain without breaking his promise to Harry in the process.

“I mean it’s fine to feel that way but you didn’t need to make it obvious” she shrugs, turning back to her dessert.

Sam bites his lip as guilt riddles his body.

“Y/n. I swear it isn’t like that. Darling, I promise that response was anything but impulsive” he says, recalling how hard it was to get himself to utter them against his will.

Sam notices her glance at him from the corner of her eye, showing she’s listening at least.

“I.. I don’t think there would be something wrong with someone going on a date with you. Why wouldn’t they want to do that? You’re wonderful y/n” Sam adds, squeezing her hand he still has a hold of.

“Sam, I said it’s fine, can we please just eat the custard?” she asks, short forced laughter following.

Sam shakes his head even though she cannot see him, “no. I don’t want you thinking I feel that way”.

Y/N pauses and sets her spoon back in her bowl and faces Sam again.

“I- oh hell, here it goes” Sam says, deciding he’d much rather face making Harry mad at him than to see Y/N hurt by something he said.

“It wasn’t an impulse statement, in fact it was very arduous for me to say because I wished it wasn’t true” Sam stares at the wall behind her head, not wanting to know how she is reacting to his confessions he just begun.

“You dating someone isn’t crazy to me. What’s crazy to me is the idea that she could think that me, I, would ever be fortunate enough to be that person who was on a date with you” he adds, his face becoming even more red.

While Sam cannot see it, y/n keeps opening her mouth to try and say something in response but stops each time unsure how to respond.

“Lastly, y/n, the idea of me being the one to date you isn’t outrageous or offensive. It’s so far from that it’s inconceivable to even process you feeling like that could be the case. I didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, earlier… but I was so sure it was flagrantly clear how I felt about you, how I still feel about you. I’m so terribly sorry that I made you feel anything different darling. I assure you it was never how I felt nor was it my intention” he concludes.

Sam notices it’s been silent for awhile after his confessions so he reluctantly shifts his focus off the wall and back to the beautiful girl in front of him.

Y/N’s eyes are, not tearful but glassy still, and she is wearing a huge smile that almost distracts from her bright red flushed face.

“Sam… I…” she begins, still in shock.

“Please say something. I know I just dumped a lot on you. But God, please respond because I feel like a complete Div right now” Sam mumbles nervously.

She giggles softly and stands up so they are both standing now, she extends her hand out and reaches back to play with the back of his soft hair before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’m sorry I took it wrong. I just, I didn’t know you felt that way about me. Why didn’t you say anything?” She asks.

Sam takes a shaky breath to compose himself after having the feeling of her lips on his cheek a mere 5 seconds ago.

“Several reasons” he admits, shrugging.

“One, I didn’t know if you liked me back. Especially since it’s only been around a week” he blushes, rubbing his neck shyly.

“Well, I do” y/n whispers and Sam feels his heart completely stop momentarily.

He smiles widely before remembering the other reason he hadn’t said anything; Harry.

Y/n notices Sam’s smile fall from his face and she cocks her head to the side slightly in response.

“I.. the second reason… is that I can’t really ask you out” Sam mumbles.

Y/n scolds herself, she should’ve known Sam wouldn’t be interested in a relationship. Most guys their age aren’t, especially if they’re off living their dream.

While it hurts, it wasn’t as if she could fault him. After all, hadn’t she told Harry days ago she wasn’t looking for anyone because of her traveling?

She nods her head slowly in response but Sam doesn’t seem to notice as he says something under his breath.

Y/n only catches one word, well a name rather; Harry.

“What about Harry?” She asks, finding herself even more confused.

Sam sighs and squeezes his eyes closed and tilts his head backwards, “he and I have had this deal since middle school that because of how close we are, that we wouldn’t date each other’s friends in case something happened. I’ve never broken that”.

“Oh, I see” she whispers and Sam sighs again in frustration.

“Sam, I’m not asking you to break that promise. I would never want to come between you two. It’s fine, really. I’m not mad. We can just pretend this conversation didn’t happen” y/n tries to assure him.

He shakes his head and runs his free hand through his hair.

“No it’s not. I don’t want to do that. I’ve never wanted to break that deal until this week and now I’ve never regretted any decision more” he admits, causing y/n to blush and look down at her feet timidly wondering to herself if she is really worth all of this.

“I’m sorry but would you mind if I stepped outside and called Harry?” Sam asks, opening his eyes to look at y/n as he asks her.

Her eyes widen, “no, of course not Sam. But, I don’t want you guys to fight”.

Sam smiles graciously and squeezes her hand, “we won’t. I just... I need to talk to him and try to get him to come around so I don’t have to break the deal”.

“Wait, what?” Y/n asks breathlessly.

“You didn’t actually think I’d just be over all of this, be over you, just because Harry and I made a deal years ago, did you?” He smirks.

“I already did the hard part of admitting to you how I felt and now that I know how you feel about me, I’m not going to pretend we don’t have feelings for each other. I just need to try and break the news to him before I officially ask you, which I will” he says, stroking the back of her hand calmingly, “I just need to see if he will cave so I don’t technically break the deal”.

Y/n blushes but giggles at Sam’s attempt to get out of the situation he’s in. She nods and smiles softly at him as grabs his phone and excuses himself.

“Hey mate!” Harry cheers as he answers Sam’s call.

“Hey Harry, listen I need to ask you for a favor” Sam says, cutting to the chase.

“Okaaayyy, what’s that?” Harry asks hesitantly.

“So umm. Listen, I’ve met this girl that I like. Like really like mate” Sam starts, knowing if he says her name right away Harry won’t let him speak.

“That’s great Sam! What favor would I be able to offer for that though?” Harry laughs.

“I need you to say it’s okay for me to ask her out” Sam says softly, his gaze drifting back to where she’s seated inside.

“Mate what are you talking about?” Harry laughs.

“Why would you need me to -“ He continues but pauses in realization.

“Sam, is it y/n?” Harry asks , his voice serious.

“Yes but before you say no, please just don’t say no. Hear me out, I really like her. I tried not to honestly. But I can’t help it, she’s unbelievable and incredibly beautiful mate. I know we had a deal not to date each other’s friends and I’ve kept it but right now I’m really regretting it because I’m stuck having to decide if I follow my feelings for her or our deal“ Sam rambles.

“Yeah yeah sure. But Sam, what happens when you do something that hurts her? Or she hurts you? Then what?” Harry groans.

“Harry I assure you I would never do anything I thought could hurt her. She’s too precious for that. And I don’t think she’d do anything to hurt me but if she did, that would be between her and I not you. This doesn’t have to change anything between you two. I mean you don’t like her in that way right?” Sam asks, biting his lip.

“No Sam, not like that. But she’s already become a close friend and I don’t want to see either of you hurt and then have to pick a side” Harry complains.

“Bruv, if that happens, pick her side. She would probably be in the right anyways because I can’t see her doing anything that would cause me to call it. Even if it did, I’m telling you in advance, choose her. You and I will be fine” Sam assured him.

“I would never willingly hurt her” Sam pleads, noticing Harry’s silence.

“I know Sam. I’ve known you our whole lives, I know you wouldn’t. But things happen and you two are both important to me. Have you talked to her? Do you even know if she likes you?” Harry asks.

Before Sam can respond, Harry mutters an apology and says, “I didn’t mean it that way. But this whole conversation is moot if she doesn’t like you back”.

“She does Harry. I can’t explain why or how I managed that, but she does. I don’t want to do this but if you say no, I’m still going to give it a shot” Sam admits and noticed how silent the other side of the phone is once again.

“Not because I don’t value our deal but because as cheesy as it sounds, there’s an intense connection there I need to give a shot. I’d prefer, and I believe y/n would prefer as well, that you be on board with this. But I can’t risk letting this slip away” Sam sighs, coming clean about his plan to still ask her out regardless.

“Alright Mate, I hear what you’re saying. Which is a lot by the way” Harry laughs.

“If this is what you both want, I’m on board. Im happy to hear how you feel about her, I haven’t heard you talk about anyone like that” Harry concludes.

“Thank you! I haven’t felt this way about anyone before. Baz, thank you. Now I can ask her without risking upsetting her when she worries about you, or me being distracted about the deal” Sam smiles, preparing to end the call.

“You’re welcome, but don’t blow it mate and don’t hurt her” Harry demands.

“Never. Thanks again, love you, bye” Sam says, and normally he’d wait for Harry to say goodbye.

However, this time he hangs up immediately and briskly approaches the bakery.

“Hi” y/n says timidly, looking up at him as he reaches the table.

Sam notices her apprehension and squeezes her hand, “he’s okay with it”.

Y/n instantly relaxes and smiles at him happily.

“As I said, I’d be asking either way, but now it’s not bitter sweet” Sam says, blushing as he realizes how corny that sounded.

“Perfect. So, you have a question for me then?” She asks, smiling innocently at Sam.

Sam’s breath hitches momentarily as he takes in the sight around him. The most incredible woman sitting in front of him, awaiting him to ask her out. Sam wonders to himself how exactly did he get into this miraculous situation?

“Y/n, will you please grant me the fortune of going on a dinner date with you tomorrow?” Sam asks, his breath hitching again as he waits for her response.

He’s not sure why he’s so nervous, after all, they already talked about it just moments ago.

“No” y/n says, setting her hands on the table.

Sam attempts to suck in more air to fill his lungs as he realizes that this, this is why he was nervous. He scolds himself for not realizing it was too good to be true.

Before Sam can compose himself to respond in an understanding manner, y/n squeezes his hand as she notices his panic and disappointment.

“We are always doing dinner. How about brunch?” She smirks.

“O-oh I.. yes, absolutely” Sam says in relief.

“Good because I don’t want to have to wait so long to see you” she says, causing Sam to turn bright red.

“I know just the place, it is a bit of a drive but worth it. Are you in?” Sam asks.

“Of course, but umm Sam..” y/n mumbles.

“Yes darling, what is it?” Sam worries.

“So I.. we’ve been meeting in public places rather than you picking me up because it’s a… a safety thing I do where I don’t let guys know where I’m living” she rambles, biting her lip.

Sam waits patiently and attentively as she continues, “or in this case… staying. My point is that I do that even when first dating someone… so it isn’t that I don’t trust you. It’s just a safety measure I always take”.

Y/n scolds herself for feeling guilty for explaining her boundaries but also guilty for feeling she has to justify them when she shouldn’t have to.

As if reading her mind, Sam squeezes her hand, “y/n/n, that’s completely understandable. I’m not offended by that. I hate that you have to do it for your safety but I’m not mad that you’re doing it with me too. You don’t have to explain or try to justify that. There’s nothing to justify”.

She smiles up at him in both gratitude and shock. Normally guys get offended when she tells them to pick her up on a random corner she decided or to just meet at the destination instead.

“Would you prefer to stay local and meet there, or did you want to still do the trip but do separate vehicles? I’m sure we can get you a rental” Sam suggests.

She grins at him, appreciating his effort and understanding.

“Of course I want to do the trip Sam. And I’m okay doing the trip in the same car, but I appreciate the offer. I just was going to see if you’d be okay with picking me up from a neutral location instead of me telling you my hotel” she explains.

“Darling, I’d pick you up from the moon if that’s where you’d prefer” Sam jokes, lightening the mood.

Y/n laughs, “well I can’t afford that kind of trip right now. But a brunch trip sounds like a plan”.

“I think you mean, sounds like a date” Sam smirks.

Y/n rolls her eyes, grabbing his hand as she stands up from the table, “you’re lucky you’re cute”.

“Mm does that mean you find Harry cute?” Sam asks, half jokingly.

Y/n shakes her head as they walk hand-in-hand out of the bakery, “I mean none of you guys are ugly. But no, you’re definitely the cute twin”.

Sam blushes and smirks proudly.

“Wait! Just the cute twin? What about the others?” Sam teases.

“Wow, you’re needy” y/n jokes.

“You’re definitely the cutest Holland” she admits, winking at him.

Sam’s face is bright red but the grin on his face is electrifying.

“Happy?” She jokes.

“Darling, I’ve been happy since we met. Now I’m just smug because I now know you think I’m the cutest” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes and lays her head on his shoulder as they walk.

Sam smiles down at her and untangles their hands in order to wrap his arm around her shoulder instead as the wind picks up.

Running his hand down her shoulder for comfort, he notices how chilly she already is.

“Oh my god, y/n, you’re freezing!” he says, pulling away.

“Sam I’m always cold” y/n laughs.

“Not anymore” he blushes, removing his coat and draping it around her shoulders, over her thin jacket.

“Wow, not cheesy at all” she teases but scoots closer to his chest as he embraces her again.

“I’m allow to be cheesy since I’m the cutest Holland” Sam jokes, smiling down at her.

Y/n giggles and wants to regret saying that to him but his precious blushing and self confidence boost stops her from caring.

Besides, she’ll admit he is not only the best cook. He’s also the best/cutest Holland, and hopefully soon the best boyfriend.

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Spider Terror

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

synopsis: in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

warnings: a very fast spider, none

word count: 1.7k

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a/n: this was inspired by a real life event that happened a few days ago. this spider was chilling in my shower and it scared me so bad and my family asked if they could come in to help me, but i was completely naked so i had to deal with it by myself and i had to kill it :( i usually try to let those guys out if they’re wandering around. anyways, enjoy!

For once, it was a quiet day in the Holland home. Though rare, they did come about every now and then when the majority were out doing various activities and only a few remained. You and Tom were visiting his parents, both of you having a few much needed days off of work to rest. His parents were glad to have you and as always his brothers absolutely adored you, especially Paddy (you had been his longtime favorite actress). Used to the chaos of the Holland home, you were over often. Though functional, the Hollands were like any big family; a little bit wild. They were rowdy, loud, and extremely competitive even outside of family game night when it came to small things like who cooked the best dinner. You didn’t mind it, in fact you loved it. The only reason for the lack of noise in the house at the moment was because most of the Hollands were out for the day; Tom’s parents were with their friends at a couples golfing event, Paddy was off at school wishing he didn’t have to enrich his brain with so much knowledge, and you weren’t actually sure what the twins were away doing, only that they would have plenty of fun. That left you and your boyfriend alone to do whatever you wanted which, of course, meant getting loads of rest. You had spent the greater part of the day cuddled up in bed, watching movies and eating junk food that you agreed not to tell your trainers about. Tom had given a great deal of thought about taking you to couple’s golfing, thinking it the perfect opportunity for you to bond with his parents and to show off his golfing skills, but after neither of you could be bothered to wake up anytime before noon, he gave it up and promised to bring you another time. Anything else besides laying about would have taken too much energy. Currently you were relaxing downstairs on the sofa as you waited for your boyfriend to finish his shower so you could continue watching your show together. All seemed to be going well as the running water switched off upstairs and you heard the bathroom door open as Tom’s footsteps sounded towards his childhood bedroom you were sharing. Nothing out of the normal until you heard it, a scream from upstairs. Startled, you immediately jumped to your feet and ran up the stairs to his room to investigate, worried your boyfriend could be seriously harmed. “Tom?!” You called as you made your way up the stairs, alarmed. “Y/n! Hurry! Come help me!” he shouted as you quickened your pace. Once in front of the bedroom you pushed open the old creaky door expecting to see a bleeding out Tom in the floor. Instead you caught sight of your boyfriend on top of his old desk, wearing nothing but his towel around his waist as his wet hair dripped to the floor. If it wasn’t for the terrified look on his face, you would have been dying laughing, but you bit your bottom lip to hold it in. “What’s wrong?” you asked, stepping into the room. Tom’s eyes widened, looking down at the carpet that covers the floor. “There’s a spider, just there!” he exclaimed, pointing to the ground on the other side of his bed, the side you couldn’t see, the side closest to him. You almost died again at the irony. This time you released a small giggle and you started making your way to the other side. “So Spider-Man is afraid of a little spider.” you teased. “Honestly Tom, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just get a cup and some pap- OH MY GOD!” “See?!” Tom exclaimed. You saw the spider he was talking about and understood his fear. It wasn’t a tiny one like you had imagined, but decently sized. Not quite as big as a tarantula, but midway between one of them and a regular house spider. You gulped. “Okay,” you whimpered, losing all of your confidence, but not yet your courage. You neared the spider, thinking aloud your plan to his boy friend. “A cup will still work. I just need to get the one in the bathroom.” You took a step back, heading towards the door while keeping a close eye on the spider. It slowly turned as if to look at you and without any warning it started walking towards you at the quick spontaneous pace spiders go at. You screamed. “Tom!” you yelled as you raced over to him, jumping into the bed and then to the desk he was crouched on, already too small for one person. Regardless of the space on the desk, he reached for you and helped you up, wrapping his arms around you to hold you steady as you both looked down upon your enemy who had stopped crawling. “I told you.” he half scolded as you rambled out an apology. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” You buried your face into Tom’s chest, briefly forgetting that he had nothing on until you smelled his aftershave. “You smell good.” You complimented, calmed by his scent. “Y/n, there’s still a spider.” he reminded you, your head jerking away immediately as a serious look overtook your face. “Right, sorry.” You two tried to plan something, anything to escape the spider, but nothing you came up with seemed like it would work. “We’re just going to have to sit this out.” you decided as Tom nodded. “I’m afraid you’re right.” You two adjusted positions on the desk, making the most of the limited space and hoping another Holland would arrive home soon. Just to your luck, you heard the front door open as Harry called through the door. “Tom? Y/n?” He was looking for you. “In here!” “We’re up in the bedroom!” You and Tom shouted for him, listening to his steps as he made his way to you both. You saw curly hair peak through the door as he walked in and stared at you two in confusion. “We’re being held hostage!” you exclaimed. Tom pointed down at the arachnid, exclaiming, “Look!” Harry moved to the other side of the bed as you had and shook his head laughing as he neared the very thing preventing you from leaving. You and Tom shouted at him, warning him to not go near it, but we’re shocked as he ignored you and grasped it between his thumb and index finger. “You’re both terrified over a piece of lint!” he laughed, but instead of grinning you and Tom looked at each other with wide eyes. “If that’s not the spider-“ you started. “-where did it go?” Tom finished. It was then that Harry let out a squeal and surprised you and Tom by jumping onto the desk with you, clearing finding the spider as it crawled out from under the bed. You dodged him, ducking into Tom’s lap as he curled into a little ball on the desk. “It’s going to get me!” he yelled as you pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. “What are we going to do now? He was our shot at getting out of here.” you stated as Tom nodded. “I know, love. We’ll just have to wait for the next one.” And so you did, waited and after half an hour, the next Holland returned. This time it was Sam who called, wondering where Harry had gone. “In here!” You all called as he entered the scene, taken aback by all of you. “What are you doing? And Tom, why are you naked?” he asked. “I’ve got a towel on mate,” Tom responded, annoyed. “And never mind that, we’ve got a real problem on our hands.” You thought about it and tilted your head, looking back at him to disagree. “No, actually that’s a good question. Why wasn’t Harry more stunned about that?” You asked as you and Tom both turned to Harry who shrugged. “I travel with the both of you. I’ve learned just to accept, not ask.” “Seriously, what the bloody hell are you doing?” Sam asked, turning the conversation back. As if sensing him, the spider you had been watching crawled over to him and Sam immediately jumped up, making a bee line towards the desk and sliding into Harry’s lap, much to the other twin’s dismay. “Oi! Get your own spot!” Harry shouted, only to realize there was not any room left with the four of him. There was barely enough as it was. The only way for Sam to avoid the spider was to hid in the safety of his brother’s lap. You groaned and looked back to Tom. “When do your parents get home?” you asked, hoping it would be soon. Tom frowned, trying to comfort you by lightly kissed your cheek before breaking the news. “Not for another hour, at least.” You and the twins groaned, all three of you accepting your fate, to sit upon the desk. “Now that we’re stuck here, I think we should have sharing time. Tom you start, seriously, why are you naked?” Sam asked again. Almost an hour and a half had passed and finally, the four of you felt relief as the Holland parents walked through the door. “Boys! Come on out for dinner! You too y/n!” Nicki called. You all yelled for her and in response she and Dom both made their way to your hiding place. “Oh goodness!“ Nicki exclaimed at the sight of all of you packed on one tiny desk. “What’s going on in here?” Dom asked as all four of you rushed to explain at the same time, talking over each other while and not daring to move from the desk. They couldn’t understand what you were all on about. Nicki walked forward. “Alright, one at a time,” she started before noticing what you were all on about. The spider inched towards her. She quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on Tom’s night stand and laid it over the creature, picking it up and throwing it in the bin without another word as her eyes went back to the lot of you. “Now, who’s going first?.” Your jaws all dropped.

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