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[holland-ish]

Against the Odds | Teaser

The Hunger Games AU // Tom Holland x Reader

Tom stared at the cornucopia in front of him, his heart beating in time with the loud thumps of the countdown. He glanced around him, his eyes grazing over each tribute that stood on a pedestal. Tom wasn’t scared. This is was what he had been training for his whole life, after all. But he was still nervous. 

When his eyes finally fell on you, your eyes full of fear and hesitance, Tom resisted the urge to scream at the entire universe for putting you in this position. He wasn’t scared for himself. But he was scared for you. 

Harrison was only a couple pedestals down from him, seeming a little bit more sure of himself than you did. After the short amount of time that Tom knew him, it was almost as if they had been friends for his whole life. His heart rate sped up when he looked back at you. 

You were well aware of how the fifteen minutes after the countdown ended would turn out. Everyone was. The idea that half of the people standing on their pedestals that were shaped in a circle around the cornucopia were likely to be dead by nightfall was enough to half your chest heaving in an unfamiliar sense of fear. There was every chance you wouldn’t make it to the night but you were damned if you didn’t even try. 

Your eyes latched onto Tom’s in the final fifteen seconds, frantic and panicked. Tom didn’t seem scared; he had volunteered. He wanted to be here and you knew it just as well as anybody else. But the way he looked at you had you convinced that he was worried about you. Any doubt that you had of him had washed away just like that. Tom jutted his head in the opposite direction, a clear indication for you to run in the other direction of all the chaos that was about to ensue. 

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[j4ylov]

Straight into your arms

Guess whos back after 8 months of not writting ayeee! This is a mess but someone heard my distress call and requested something for the song straight  into your arms by Vance Joy! Hope you guys enjoy! Also this wasnt proof read so thats that :)

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Peter was tired of hiding his feelings for Y/n. So what is she was Mr. Stark’s daughter? Sure, he would kill him for even glancing in his daughter direction, but he couldn't help how he felt.

No one could really blame him for falling for her. He really tried not to, he tried to hide his little crush for 3 months and his love for other 4, he was really settling for the idea of just watching from afar, best friends, nothing more, but of course everything had to be ruined.

This next mission they had, it would ruin everything for him. He wanted to help Mr. Stark, make him proud, but a part of him knew that it wouldn't be easy, he might not even make it back.

This is it! Peter thought to himself You’ve been waiting for the universe to give you a sign for when to declare your love, what better time to do it than right now, as you are slowly marching towards your death. Peter snorted at his own thoughts, knew he was being a pessimist, but he didn't see how could they defeat Thanos.

Oh well. Peter kept walking down the street, heading to the Avengers Tower, lost in his thoughts. He was almost there when he spotted a flower shop, perfect for his duty. He paid for a bouquet of tulips and kept walking.

As he arrived to the main floor he quickly recognized Y/n’s voice talking to another member of the team, probably Wanda. They stopped their conversation as he approached them, thankfully Wanda caught his eye and understood he needed a private time.

“Hey Pete” Y/n said as she approached him. “Who are these for?”

“ They’re for my favorite girl” Peter said as he greeted her with a quick hug “But since Wanda just left I guess I’ll give them to you”

He saw how a light blush spread through the girls check as she rolled her eyes at him “Wow what an honor”

Their relationship was always like this. A little too flirty to be friendly but not quite enough to be anything else.

“ I actually bought them for you I guess as a sort of- uhmm- goodbye present”

This got the girls attention as she stopped looking at the flowers and looked at him instead. “Goodbye? Where are you going?”

“Hasn't your dad told you? We’ve got this important missi-”

“Of course he told me! But you’re not going! He promised me you wouldn't” Y/n didn't know what to think. His father knew damn well how she felt about Peter, he wouldn't do that to her. He was only a teenager for Gods sake! It was very dangerous for him to go

“Well he obviously didn't get the memo cause we’re leaving tomorrow”

Peter knew what he wanted to say, but there was a lump in his throats preventing him from doing so. If he said something and she didn't feel the same way as he did he would make a fool of himself and ruin their friendship, but he was tired of being scared. He'd rather go knowing he said all he wanted to rather than regret not saying a single word.

“The reason why I came, with the flowers and all that- I just” Peter tried to take a deep breath as he looked into Y/n’s eyes. Here goes to nothing

“I know we are going to a dangerous mission, and I know there are a lot of risks but- I don't want to go without you knowing how I fell about you, how seeing you here is always the highlight of my day and how I’ve had the worst crush on you for almost a year now and- just- yeah I guess that's that”

As he said this words, almost like a whisper Y/n felt her heart clenching. Now that she knew the feelings were mutual she was even more afraid of this big mission.

“Now that you’ve told me this there is no way I'm letting you go”

She gave Peter a tight hug, wanting to hide the tears that were trying to escape her eyes. Peter placed his arms around Y/n as she hid her face in his chest. Peter didn't even notice but his eyes were burning as he tried to hold down the tears as well.

“I'm only telling you this because- I don't want to go knowing I never said it to you”

“Peter just- shut up” This time a huge sob came out of her voice as she held him even tighter. “You’re talking like you’re going to die!”

“I guess we never know”

She finally lift her face to his. She could see the redness in his eyes, the freckles in some parts of his eyes and the curls framing his face. The boy he loved didn't think he'd actually make it back. Just the thought of losing Peter made her want to start crying all over again.

She stared at his lips as she put her hands on her neck. They got closer to each other, meeting like puzzle pieces meant to be together. Their lips finally touched and they found themselves melting into each other, wanting to be nearer, to never let go. She hold his face into place as he held her waist. God had they waited long for this moment.

After what felt like forever and nothing at the same time Y/n finally took a step back.

“I love you Peter”

“I love you too, but now I gotta go, your father is expecting me at my house”

She nodded as she walked Peter to the elevator, she really didn't want him to go, but she knew they had no choice. Right before they elevator opened Y/n took Peter’s face one more time and kissed him with all the passion they had been holding back. She tried to express all her love in just that last kiss.

“You better come safe and sound from that alien fight okay? I’ll be waiting for you”

Peter wanted to say that he would, he wanted to promise her he would make her the happiest girl alive, but he knew he couldn't.

“You know I can't”

“Maybe you can't, but I promise you that once you come back we’ll make up for all the lost time okay?

The boy nodded as he finally stepped into the elevator, leaving the girl alone.

Y/n really hopped the boy she loved would come back to her, straight into her arms once again, just like today. Little did she know...

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[galaxystony]

tee shirt; peter parker x reader

A/N: hello here is something that’s not a new chapter of fortune’s fool lol enjoy!

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Words: 1600+

Warnings: none

summary: all she can do is think about him

based on tee shirt by birdy

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In the morning when you wake up I like to believe you are thinking of me And when the sun comes through your window I like to believe you’ve been dreaming of me

It was still dark outside when a blaring alarm startled her from her sleep. With bleary eyes, she pushed herself up on her elbows, feeling around blindly for her phone to shut off the shrill beeping.

A glance at her home screen told her that it was 6:30, and she remembered with a groan why she’d set her alarm so early in the first place. After hours of studying the night before and hardly retaining any information for her chemistry midterm, she eventually gave into her drooping eyes and sluggish movements, promising to resume reviewing after she’d gotten at least a few hours of sleep.

It wasn’t that she was terrible at chemistry that she couldn’t get any studying done. She wasn’t. In fact, she had one of the best grades in her class, besides Peter Parker.

Peter Parker.

He was the real reason she couldn’t focus all night. He was supposed to come to her apartment after school so they could study together, but he’d left a message on her cell phone while she was in first period saying that he was sick and wouldn’t be able to make it anymore.

“Y/N, it’s Peter. I just caught the worst cold, I’m so sorry!” he’d said.

To his credit, he did sound horribly congested, his words muffled as if his mouth was hidden under a thick blanket.

“But I’m sure you’d ace the test without my help anyway; you’re the smartest person I know.”

She’d blushed at that, heat crawling up her neck and to her ears. She was sure that everyone knew she was head over heels for Peter Parker, except for Peter himself. Sometimes, though, he’d say things like “you’re the smartest person I know”, and she’d be convinced that he did, and that he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

But then he’d say, “besides me, of course,” and the world would turn right-side-up again.

Even in the dark of her room, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She wondered if he was waking up three blocks away and thinking of her, if he’d sit up and watch the sun slowly rise over buildings and and wonder about her, too.

She wondered if he dreamed, and if she was in his dreams. She wondered if she was important enough to be the last thing he thought of at night, a thought so powerful that he couldn’t help but dream about her, and then when he woke up, continue to dream about her.

She sat watching the sun rise for a few more moments, sitting and wondering, and wondering some more.

I know ‘Cause I’d spend half this morning Thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in

She wondered if he wore one of his dumb science shirts to bed. They were so intrinsically Peter that she couldn’t imagine him without one.

Well, she certainly could.

She pushed the thought of his warm body- sinewy chest and bony elbows bare for the whole world to see, to reach out and touch- out of her mind, her face flushing deeply.

She blushed even harder thinking of him lying peacefully in that shirt he seemed to wear more often than any of the others, the one that read “The Physics is Theoretical, but the Fun is Real!” and was worn around the shoulders so that the navy faded into a lighter, dusty blue. She loved him in that shirt.

She imagined it crinkling under his body as he rolled over to get comfortable. She imagined the collar being tugged down just slightly as he shifted in his sleep, the big, blocky words getting marred by wrinkles in fabric while his collarbone peeked out over the top, warm, pale flesh speckled with constellations of freckles up his neck and down his chest.

She imagined it rising up as he stretched right after waking up, an inch of milky pale showing from just beneath, and she was sure she looked more like a tomato than a girl.

I should know 'Cause I’d spend all the whole day Listening to your message I’m keeping and never deleting

She wondered about the message he’d left her. She wondered if “you’re the smartest person I know” also meant something else. She wondered if he thought about it afterwards, if he ran his words through his mind over and over again like she had, over analyzing every detail, like the way he said her name, or the way he ended the call with, “see you tomorrow, hopefully”.

Was he really looking forward to seeing her, or was he being polite? He always seemed eager to see her in class, and never hesitated to let her know that he missed her if she was absent.

She’d kept the voicemail, never intending to delete it. She played it three times when she first heard it, reveling in the way he spoke, how she could hear the slightest bit of the Queens accent that she knew he tried so hard to hide but couldn’t quite disguise completely despite his very valiant efforts.

She put her phone down with a sigh, staring out her window and wondering if he was staring out his own, wondering about her.

When she finally pushed herself out of bed, the sun was well up and she still hadn’t cracked open her chemistry book yet. She groaned, cursing herself for getting caught up in thoughts of a boy of all things.

It wasn’t like of her to prioritize romantic relationships over anything in her life, especially school, but before this year, she had never met anyone quite like Peter Parker. She was helpless to the falling that turned her into a useless bowl of mush whenever she caught a glimpse of his soft brown curls or the upturn of his lips when he laughed at something Ned said.

Her phone chimed softly on her bed as she was pulling a tee shirt over her head, and she rushed to put her arms through the sleeves so she could grab it.

peter parker: good morning, y/n! i’m feeling much better today, so if you want to study a little more before class, i’ll be in the library in 10 minutes.

Another message popped up as she was reading.

peter parker: i’m bringing donuts and coffee! please don’t leave me hanging :-)

Her chest pounded, and she hurried to finish getting ready, typing out a quick “see u there!” as she rushed out the door, waving a haphazard goodbye to her parents in the kitchen.

When she pushed through the school doors, she ran into Ned and MJ loitering by the lockers.

“Hey, off to meet Peter?” Ned asked, a knowing smile on his face. MJ had a smirk plastered across a smug face, but then again, when did she not?

“Yeah, just studying for the chem test,” she said, and then after a beat, she asked, “did you guys want to come, too? I know you were saying you weren’t too confident about the material, MJ.”

She hoped they would decline her offer. She loved them, but Peter was surrounded by them so often that it was hard to ever really spend time with him alone.

“We actually have… um. Something else to do! So we can’t. Study, that is! Sorry, Y/N!” Ned stuttered, the tips of his ears turning red.

She shrugged and offered them a smile. “Okay, then. See you later!” She tried not to sound too pleased.

Before she was out of earshot, she heard MJ hiss a quiet, “nice, Ned,” followed by a smack.

From just outside the door to the library, she could see Peter sitting alone, surrounded by a stack of books and colored highlighters and the breakfast that he’d promised her.

He had his head bent over his notebook, scribbling something furiously, his thin bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyebrows set in a straight line. It was his thinking face that she knew too well from a semester sitting next to him in class.

The door clicked when she opened it, causing his head to shoot up in her direction. Surprise melted into recognition, and he waved her over, moving his seat so she could sit next to him.

“Hey! I know I said I’d bring you coffee, but I stopped by the shop that has that lemon tea you like, you know, with the honey? So I got you that instead,” he smiled, handing her a cardboard cup with her name followed by a little smiley face drawn on the side.

Her heart swelled. He knew what drink she liked. She was positive she was still dreaming.

“Thank you, Peter. How did you know?” she asked, taking a sip of the steaming beverage.

“Oh well you- you’ve brought one to class a couple of times, I think,” he said, his face getting red.

“I didn’t even know you noticed,” she said, peeking at him through her lashes, her heart tapping out an unsteady beat as she imagined him watching her in class.

“I always notice you, Y/N,” he smiled before clearing his throat. “So what do you want to go over? I was thinking we should…”

His voice faded out as his words ran a marathon through her thoughts.

“I always notice you, Y/N.”

She could feel her face getting warm.

“I always notice you.”

Listening to your message I’m keeping and never deleting

At home after school, she found herself playing his voicemail again.

“Y/N, it’s Peter. I just caught the worst cold, I’m so sorry! I don’t think I can come study today, but I’m sure you’d ace the test without my help anyway; you’re the smartest person I know. Besides me of course! Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully. Bye, Y/N.”

“You’re the smartest person I know.”

“See you tomorrow, hopefully.”

“I always think about you.”

She pressed her hand to her heart, her mind racing.

“I always think about you.”

Me too, Peter, she thought. closing her eyes tight and willing herself to stop thinking about the boy with the beautiful eyes and the soft voice that somehow seemed to always think about her, too.

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[penlsparker]

Lover Girl Pt. 2

Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: In which (Y/N) loves her best friend Peter Parker

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Recap: “I love you, Peter Parker. I’ve loved you ever since you sat next to me in the 3rd grade.” (Y/N) finally admitted to herself and Peter. 

“Wait, so you just left her? Right after she confessed her feelings to you?” Ned was in disbelief; sure he knew Peter was terrible with girls but he never thought he would do that to (Y/N). “Yeah, I just left her! I panicked and didn’t know what to do, I’m the worst.” Peter rambled on and on, “I told her I would talk to her at school but whenever I see her I panic. I need your help Ned. I’m pretty sure she hates me, I have to explain myself to her.” He was desperate; never meaning to hurt his best friends feelings. “You really are an Idiot, Peter.” Michelle butted in, “I’m pretty sure everyone at Midtown knows about her feelings except you.” Ned agreed with her.

Peter was stunned; almost the whole school could see and he couldn’t?

He was deep in thought; wondering how he can fix his and (Y/N)’s relationship until he was interrupted by Michelle showing him pictures of them both looking depressed. (Y/N) shouldn’t have to go through this heartbreak; Peter’s just Peter.

“Michelle, I know this is a lot to ask you for but do you think you can maybe help me talk to (Y/N)?” He was desperate and Michelle could see it, “I’ll think about it. I like (Y/N) and I would only be helping for her to get over you.”

Peter was with his new girlfriend; Katie. He was helping her study with some AP Physics, but his mind was somewhere else and Katie could sense that. “What’s wrong Pete? You aren’t your normal self.” She could tell he was rushing her, “if you don’t want to be here Peter then let me know. I’m not going to waste your time.” Katie had a feeling of what Peter was thinking about but she wanted him to say it. “I do want to be here Katie, don’t worry. Just have a lot on my plate.”

He was lying and Katie knew that too. Peter was probably one of the most smartest students at his school; he was never even stressed.

“Peter, I know that this isn’t because you have a lot on your plate. Something happened between you and (Y/N), you love her so much even though you say you don’t your actions say you do.” She accused him but Peter knew what she was talking about. “I am so sorry Katie; you deserve someone that’s going to put you first. I’m not that guy though.” He ran out of the library; knowing what to do.

He ran home confiding in the one person that would never judge him; Aunt May.

“Aunt May! Aunt May!” He shouted throughout their small apartment. “Jesus, what’s going on? Why are you screaming?” walking out of her bedroom. “I messed things up with (Y/N) and I don’t know what to do. She told me she loved me and I just ran out,” he admitted to his Aunt. May ended up slapping him upside the head, “ouch! What the heck!” Peter exclaimed “What did I do?”

“You don’t ever leave a girl like that Peter! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Peter you better fix this!” Aunt May “I don’t know what to do, please help me.” He desperately asked his Aunt.

“I might know what to do; go in your room and give me (Y/N)’s number.” She ordered him. He went into his room wondering what his Aunt had underneath her sleeve; Peter heard her yelling in a frenzy on the phone. “(Y/N), please come here. I can’t find Peter and I don’t know where he is, could you come help me?” 

He heard the doorbell ring; ten minutes later with the voice of a frantic (Y/N). “Are you sure he’s not in his room or at Ned’s house, maybe at his Tony Stark internship?”

“I called Ned’s mom and she said she hasn’t seem him so I’m just not sure. He told me he quit the Tony Stark internship so I didn’t bother.” She lied to her. “We’ll find him May, don’t worry.” (Y/N) tried to assure her.

May asked (Y/N) if she could go check his room; there she found a depressed looking Peter sitting on his bed. “Peter, what the heck. Aunt May was worried about you; why didn’t you tell her you were in your room?” 

Before she could tell May what happened; Peter shot his webs at (Y/N)’s hand that was reaching for the door. “Please let me explain why I ran because you didn’t deserve that whatsoever. Give me five mins of your time, (Y/N/N) then you can decide whether or not we can be friends.” She rolled her eyes and crossed the arm that she was able to cross, “you have 5 mins, and then I’ll scream bloody murder if you don’t get to the point Peter.”

Peter took a huge exhale, “the reason why I ran was because I was afraid of my feelings. Our whole friendship, everyone has told me that you were better off without me so I always had to push aside my feelings. My whole life, Flash has told me that you are better with him than me. I’ve just been so scared.” (Y/N)’s tears were starting to fall down her face; her heart was full from the love. The guy she has been in love with has finally confessed to her. “Oh god, (Y/N). Please don’t cry” He pouted at her. “Are these happy or sad tears?” Peter wrapped his arms. “I’m honestly the happiest I could ever be.” She happily replied.

 She finally got the boy.. 

[holland-ish]

Visions of Gideon  [ T. Holland ]

Tom Holland x Gender neutral!Reader

Summary: Remembering things from our past can be like watching a video of the moments our memories were made. Sometimes, rewatching memories can be the best feeling in the world but other times, it can be the worst. 

Based on the song Visions of Gideon by Sufjan Stevens from the film Call Me By Your Name.

Word count: 1433

Warnings: Angst, I guess?

A/N: I don’t know if all of you have watched or read Call Me By Your Name but this imagine is heavily based on the film and the book. If you haven’t seen it or read it yet, I would recommend that you watch it. It truly is one of the best movies I have ever watched and it’s stuck with me in so many ways. I was intending to write the reader as a male specifically but when I had read through it, the reader was written without gender. 

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When Tom remembered the summer he had spent with you, it was like he was reliving it. Remembering it all was like reliving it all. And he couldn’t make up his mind if that was what he wanted. Tom didn’t know, he just didn’t know if he wanted to live it all again. Because that one summer was the best summer of his life and that was solely based on the love he had shared with you.

When Tom remembered the summer he had spent with you, it was like he was replaying a video in his mind and watching it as if it were a movie. The best movie he had ever seen but also the movie he hated the most.

When Tom thought about all of the memories and experiences he had shared with you, he still had to remind himself that it was real. That it may have seemed too good-too perfect to be true but it was true. What he shared with you was the truest and most genuine thing that had ever happened to him. Every last second of it.

There were times when he believed that he had made the wrong decision. He doubted his decision to leave, imagining all that could have been and all he could have felt and shared with you if he had never left. If he had decided to stay.

Tom had finally conquered his fears of falling in love when he let himself indulge in you and everything that was you or about you. Only for it to end in ruins. He supposed it was his own fault. It was his decision to leave and it was his decision to return back to London and pretend that it was all a dream.

Because that was what it seemed like. Because that was what it felt like.

It was often intangible, the last moments and the memories that Tom had shared with you before it had all ended with such cruelty. At times, he couldn’t even tell if they were real or if he was simply watching a video of all that he had wanted with you and with himself; as if he had never even lived it. Because Tom knew that when you make and watch a video you can live the moment over and over again.

Although sometimes, you don't want those memories to come back and you have the option to delete the videos. But still, one can't forget those times even after having deleted pictures and videos.

Tom had memories of the summer with you that were as vivid as a video and were just visions of what could have been. They were a reminder that if he had stayed, if he had made one small decision differently, things would have been so different.

The most vivid of them all was the memory of the last time he had kissed you. The first time he had felt such happiness and sorrow and pain all at once. They were unrelenting and merciless, reducing him to heavy breaths and an aching chest.

It was the same for you, all of this, when you rewatched your memories of the summer that Tom had so intimately spent with you. Sometimes, when you remembered the way you and Tom had loved each other so vividly, you wondered. Is it a video?

It hardly felt real to you anymore. The shivers his breath would send down your spine, the goosebumps that would arise on your skin when his youthful yet mature eyes would meet yours. You’d never be able to forget the warmth of his body pressed against yours or the scorching heat of the intimacy you shared when the two of you had made love. Now, when you were left with the videos of your memory only, none of it felt real. He didn’t feel real.

As real as Tom was, you sat in front of a crackling fire every other month wondering if your first love-the man you’d never want to stop loving-if he was simply a fragment of your imagination. The way that Gideon had received visions from God, the way that he had seen the never before seen. That was similar to the way you had seen Tom.

He was too good. Too perfect, too lovable. Tom was your version of Gideon’s visions. Real but unreal, true but untrue, terrifying but wonderful. Everyone loved him and the people of the small town you spent all of your summers in all still spoke fondly of him every once and awhile. That was your only reminder that he was very real.

And then he left. The feeling of his lips on yours for the last time was one you couldn’t explain. He felt and tasted the same as he had the first time he had kissed you (a memory as clear as the drops of water that had clung to his skin after a swim in the morning), but it was a wordless goodbye full of words he didn’t dare speak.

“I love you and I could stay,” the kiss said. “But I won’t.”

When you rewatched the videos in your mind, you wondered if he ever truly loved you at all. At least, the way you loved him so wholly and so unabashedly. Or was everything the way it was because he finally had the freedom to love who he wanted when he wanted and why he wanted as there was nobody to tell him no. And because he knew that as soon as the summer ended, in those few months time, he’d have been going back home and none of what the two of you had would matter.

“I don’t want you to go,” you had said, head resting on his shoulder, your naked bodies lying against each other. You seemed to cling on to him for life; if he were to leave you then you would suffocate and die because he was your air, he was your air. He was the air you needed to breathe so that you could live.

“I know,” he murmured, lacing his fingers through yours and bringing your hand to his lips. “I know.”

You stared, chest heavy and teary-eyed, at the way the morning sunlight caressed the skin of his chest with feather-like touches. “Then stay, don’t leave. Stay with me.”

He never said anything in reply.

Tom never forgot a single thing. He kept the videos his eyes filmed safely, watching them and rewatching them more often than he’d like to admit. He didn’t love you in the same way anymore but he would never regret any of it. Still, he’d miss you and he’d miss the love you had. It was unique, it was risky and it was exhilarating.

But all the both of you had were the videos that your eyes had recorded of the months you had spent pining after each other and then loving each other as if it would work out perfectly. The ignorant bliss the two of you lived in was evident in the memory-videos, the lingering touches that provoked wide smiles, the sounds of your love that made the blood in your veins run cold and the kisses that were the most perfect thing in your world.

Just like that, it seemed for the both of you, that beautiful thing that you both shared with one another was gone. Disappeared in thin air the moment Tom had stepped on the train, leaving you behind in the small town that was so precious to the world yet hardly known by any person. Everything reminded you of him and everything reminded him of you.

From the small body of water that rested in the family Villa’s back garden, in which Tom would swim in every morning to the fruits that grew and fell from the trees. He remembered you in the blue of the sky that came along with the burning heat of the summer and the postcards that were stuck to the walls of his bedroom. Sometimes, it would grow too much and you’d both have to look away, step away and think of anything other than the first time you had fallen in love.

You would never forget. And Tom would never forget. But whether you’d both remember it as something beautiful or something that was awful in nature would always change. The feeling of your first love was magnificent but it was doomed to end painfully. That was what you both could never escape. And all that you were both left with were the videos your eyes had caught.

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[galaxystony]

fortune’s fool: peter parker V

peter parker x reader

A/N: I PROMISE THIS PART AND THE NEXT WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ONE CHAPTER BUT.... IT WAS LONG AF SO HERE IS THIS TO TIDE YOU OVER THX & GOD BLESS! Alsooooo so so sorry it’s been a whole ass year lmao i’m tryING my best!!! i hope i can have part 6 out within the week thanks for bearing with me!!

requested: nope

Words: 900+

Warnings: none

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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5. Correspondence 

28 y/o Peter, 26 y/o reader

8 May

Dear Peter,

Thank you for that very… vivid description of Thor’s morning routine. (We all could kind of tell he was a bit full of himself anyway, but pep talks in the mirror? Come on!) All is well here in the city. MJ and Ned have coerced me into volunteering at the rec center every Sunday despite my heavy workload, but I’ve found myself really enjoying it. This last semester is kicking my ass, but I’m powering through it with the help of my professors. I visited May last week. She said you broke your arm fighting off bad guys. I wish you’d have told me.

Until next time,

Y/N

14 May

Dear Smarty Pants,

Yeah, I did break my arm a couple of weeks ago, but it healed right up in a matter of days. (Perks of being a super freak, right?) I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you, but if it happens again, I’ll be sure to give you all the gruesome details! I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself at the rec. Ned and MJ are lucky to be able to see you every week. In interesting news, Tony and I are working on developing a prototype for an updated web fluid. If all goes well, it’ll be stronger while simultaneously using less materials. There’s talk of him bringing Princess Shuri from Wakanda back in to take a look at it, too. Remember how she fixed up my suit a couple of years ago? So far, there have been more explosions than breakthroughs, so any help is welcomed.

Hope to see you soon,

Peter

(P.S. I caught Thor singing Firework by Katy Perry into his hairbrush the other day. I’ll send a vid if you want!)

21 May

Peter,

Please, for the love of GOD, send me that video of Thor!!! And actually, we may as well switch to email entirely at this point. I’m getting sort of tired of waiting by the mailbox every week. Anyway, I hope the tests are going well. What version of web fluid would this batch be? 12.5? 13? You’re updating them too fast for me to keep up! Now that school is coming to an end, I’ve found myself in search for a job or internship somewhere. How terrifying is that?! Soon I’ll be out in the real world doing…. adult things….. I miss having you here with me.

Write back soon (or email!!!!),

Y/N

(P.S. I never would’ve pegged Thor for a Katy Perry guy! I would’ve guessed Taylor Swift. Hmmmmm…)

From: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

To: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

Subject: hey friend!

Smarty Pants,

Look at us entering the 21st century!! This would be web fluid version 14 already, can you believe it?!? It feels like only yesterday I was working on version 3.01. Anyway, if you really need a job, just ask Tony! I’m sure he good make good use of your talents up here. If not though, I’ve got a connection at Oscorp that I can get in touch with for you, so just say the word and I’ll give him a call. By the way, May told me she dropped by and found that you adopted a puppy (!!!). I wanna know all about it! And I miss you, too, of course. Let me know when and I’ll be back whenever you need me.

Love you tons,

Peter

(P.S. I think Thor was humming Shake it Off the other day when I was grabbing lunch. Closet Swiftie?? I think so. Let me know your take)

From: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

To: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

Subject: hey friend!

Pete,

Thanks for the tips! I think I’ll see if I can get an interview at Oscorp. I’m not very sure how I feel about moving upstate to work for Tony Stark (sorry!), but if nothing works out here, I’ll give you a call. And yes, I did adopt a puppy!!! He’s a little mutt named Kipper!! He’s got mile-long ears  and paws that are way too big for his little body. He was hit by a car when he was a newborn, but luckily he only lost one of his legs, which (obviously) just makes me love him even more. I hope you can come see him while he’s still little!

With love,

Y/N

(P.S. Thor is most definitely a closet Swiftie! Why do you think his hair looks like that?? You should definitely test our theory out next time you see him)

From: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

To: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

Subject: He’s a swiftie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SP (I shortened it!! How do you like it??),

I couldn’t leave this to the post-script because it’s too exciting, but I played Hey Stephen (arguably one of Tay’s less popular songs, but my personal fav) in the kitchen with Thor the other day and guess who TOTALLY SANG ALONG!! I don’t even think he noticed he was doing it, because he grabbed a bottle of water and left without even acknowledging me!!! But now I know his secret!!! MUAHAHAHHAHA!!! Anyway, I gave Mr. Osborne at Oscorp a call He said he’d be reaching out to you soon if he hasn’t already, so be on the lookout for that. Kipper sounds absolutely adorable!! That’s sad about his leg, but I’m sure it gives him much more personality.

Missing you daily,

Peter

From: medgirl778@empirestateu.edu

To: peterbparkerman@gmail.com

Subject: i miss you.

come home.

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[galaxystony]

call me by your name; p.p

peter parker x reader

A/N: new series very loosely based off of the film Call Me By Your Name because I just can’t get the story out of my mind

requested: no

Words: 900+

Warnings: swearing

summary:��she can speak three languages, has been swimming in the lake and navigating the town since she could walk, and can play piano and guitar like a regular maestro, but when it comes to telling peter, her father’s older, american intern how she feels, she’s completely clueless. or: the one summer that completely changes her life forever

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It started the summer after she turned seventeen, in a small villa on the Italian countryside where bees came and went as they pleased and honeysuckle sweetened the air, a thick, cloying scent that muddled every moment at the sun-soaked orchard that sang with the melodious sounds of thin, delicate fingers on piano keys. That was the summer when everything changed.

“He’s taking my class at the university. I’ve chosen him to assist me this summer,” her father said. “He’ll be here for six weeks. Be welcoming, please.”

And that was that. Someone would be staying at their home, asserting themselves into her family’s personal moments, interrupting a routine that had been in place every summer for the past seventeen years.

The day he came, right on the cusp of the hottest month, was like any other. She was sitting across her bed, legs hanging out the open window when she heard the rolling of thick tires over the gravel, her father’s small car sputtering as it came to a stop in the sprawling driveway.

“Grazie, Alessandro,” she could hear her father say to the driver, an old, wizened man, skin dark and leathery from the relentless sun. His deep grunt in reply signaled the end of their conversation.

The slamming of the car door- it was the only way to make sure it was shut tight- was her indication that he was finally here. Peter. The graduate student her father had recruited for the summer.

American, she noted when she heard him thank Alessandro, then greet her father with a charming “hello”.

Her father’s past interns usually tended to be European, most from Italy or France, but sometimes, in rare occasions, from the United Kingdom. Americans were the rarest of all. They hadn’t had an American guest in at least ten years.

“Ciao, come stai?” she heard her mother ask, probably just coming in from the orchard with Aunt Sofia who was not her real aunt, but her mother’s best friend.

“Bene, grazie,” he responded. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Oh Peter! You’re too kind,” her mother said. “Come on, come in. It’s sweltering out here today. I’ll call Y/N down and she can help with your bags.”

“Ah, yes. Where’d she run off to today, mon amour? I don’t think I saw her come back in after she went off to the lake with Matteo,” her father spoke, and she could hear their voices drifting as they moved into the cool house.

“I don’t know, but her bike is in its spot. She must be home. Y/N? Ma chérie, our guest is here. Come down, please!” her mother called up the stairs.

Get up now, her brain supplied as she pulled her unwilling body up off of the bed, moving as slow as molasses dripping through the narrow opening of a glass bottle. “Coming, maman.”

She rushed down the cold marble steps, passing the housekeeper as she went; she offered a quick “buongiorno, Natalia,” before continuing down.

When she reached the living room, she could see an unfamiliar head of flat brown curls that were pressed down against a damp forehead, skin just slightly flushed as he watched her skid around the corner and into the room with an amused smile.

“Hello there. Peter,” he grinned, reaching a hand out to her.

“Y/N,” she supplied, leaning over to shake his hand. “Can I take your bags upstairs?”

“Oh, sure. Thank you,” he responded, his eyes shifting to two big, leather duffle bags set by the door.

“My room, papa?” she asked her father who stood with his hands in his pockets, glasses slipping down his sloped nose as his sweat started to fog them over.

“Oui, ma chérie. Merci beaucoup,” her father smiled, gesturing for Peter to follow him into his office. “Let’s speak for a moment and then I’ll let you head to your quarters for the summer, eh?”

“Of course,” Peter agreed, trailing after the older man while she dragged the bags towards the stairs, hefting one onto her shoulder as she gripped the other with both hands, taking calculated but halting steps up the steps.

She deposited the bags into her room which would serve as Peter’s home for the next few weeks then pushed the two twin beds together to make them resemble something closer to what would be large enough for a grown man as opposed to a small teenage girl.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she heard Peter say before his steps echoed up the stairs despite being barefoot. When he entered the room, she smiled and went to shut the boudoir so he could maneuver the space with ease.

“So you’ll be staying in my room. I’ll be next door, but we share a bathroom. Oh, and I’ll be in and out of here because the only door to my room is through yours. Make yourself at home, and let me know if there’s anything I can do for you-” she cut herself off when she saw his collapsed body on the bed, already snoring away, each puffing breath moving a thin strand of hair that fell over his forehead.

“Okay, then. Nice to meet you, Peter,” she murmured, stealing away to her own room and shutting the door, but not before sneaking one last look at the boy- no, man- that they’d be spending so much time with all summer, a fluttering thrill sending her stomach in knots. 

Yes, this certainly was the summer when everything would change.

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[galaxystony]

call me by your name 2; p.p

peter parker x reader

A/N: thank you all for reading part 1 & i’m so so glad you like it! this is quickly becoming one of my very favorite pieces. 

requested: sort of

Words: 1500+

Warnings: none

summary: she can speak three languages, has been swimming in the lake and navigating the town since she could walk, and can play piano and guitar like a regular maestro, but when it comes to telling peter, her father’s older, american intern how she feels, she’s completely clueless. or: the one summer that completely changes her life forever

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A week had passed since Peter had come to stay. While she thought him to be the type to hover, like the Earth breathing down the sun’s neck and following its every movement, he was more like a star, winking in and out of focus as he passed through the house, flitting between playing volleyball with the other college kids and swimming in the lake and helping her father organize his files, not always there, but his presence always known.

She tried to continue with her life as she usually did. She transcribed music by the pool. Helped her mother pick peaches and apricots and plums in the mornings before the sun’s heat got too overpowering and she had to cool off in the water. Learned Bach and Debussy from the cassettes in her father’s collection, both on the piano and the guitar. She hung out with the local boys, Matteo and Luca, and Edouard who was visiting from Lyon. Sped through Austen and Hugo and Wilde under the shade of the peach trees.

What she hadn’t done was speak to Peter. Yet, she chastised herself. It wasn’t like she was purposefully ignoring him. How could she, when they slept fifty feet apart every night? But he was very busy with his own adult things, and she with her own teen things.

He wasn’t much older than her. Seven or eight years at the most, she thought, but it was enough to cause a noticeable rift in whatever relationship might have formed had they been the same age.

And so they would greet each other in passing, when they bumped into one another in the bathroom, or when he’d make it down to breakfast early enough, sweet apricot juice and perfectly crusty bread and perfunctory greetings shared across the long, glass table in the garden, or when he’d show up at the lake with Marzia or Chiara, or sometimes both, and wave at her on the other bank as she chatted with her summer friends.

It was a morning like any other when she found herself thrown into his company. They were sitting at the breakfast table, a freshly-baked baguette and thin, thin slices of prosciutto piled on a plate in the middle for any to take beside a profusely sweating pitcher of once-cold peach juice, when Peter mentioned wanting to open a bank account.

“None of the others have ever shown any interest in opening a bank account,” her father mentioned, leaning back in his seat and taking a sip of juice. “You’ll have to go into town to do so. I’ll be meeting up with a colleague of mine today, but I may be able to take you tomorrow-”

“I can show him around?” she interrupted her father’s musings. She’d had her headphones on and plugged into her Walkman, one side hanging behind her ear so she could interject in the morning’s discussions if an opening presented itself. So far, no one had paid her any mind, and she was content listening to Queen and watching two birds fight over some fallen fruit beyond the table as she picked at a slice of bread that sputtered crumbs every time she pulled a piece apart.

“Perfetto. Peter, you can take my bike and Y/N will show you the town. I assure you there’s no better tour guide,” her father smiled, then turned back to his newspaper.

Peter glanced at her over the table and nodded, an intrigued look in his eyes as he downed the rest of his juice, then he got up from the table, his loose, unbuttoned shirt flapping in the breeze as he turned into the house with a wave and a “later”.

“Later,” she mumbled, pushing a hole into the soft center of her slice of bread. “Why does he always say that?” “I assume that’s how he speaks to his friends. Don’t read too far into it, ma chérie,” her mother suggested over a steaming mug of coffee.

“Just you wait. When the time comes for him to leave us, this is how he’ll say goodbye… Later,” she spoke in a near-perfect imitation of his lazy greeting.

Her father snorted, hiding his amusement behind the paper while her mother gave her a disapproving look. “Y/N. Be nice.”

“Oui, maman. Papa, don’t forget to grab your bike, per favore. Later,” she said with a mischievous smirk. Then she was pushing the chair back and brushing the crumbs off of her pinafore and following Peter into the cool house.

She knocked on the door to his room, making sure she wasn’t interrupting before stepping in and giving him a small smile then crossing to the door to her own room.

“It’s hot out today. You might like to wear something a little more… breathable,” she suggested, glancing down at his too-tight, too-short shorts that left next to nothing to the imagination and his bright pink t-shirt that looked a little more like a second skin than an article of clothing with the smallest hint of amusement.

“I think I’ll be fine, Y/N,” he smiled amicably. A thrill raced up her spine at the sound of her name coming from his lips.

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

“Alright then,” she raised an eyebrow before continuing, “see you downstairs.”

“Later,” he agreed, lackadaisical as usual.

When she met up with him outside the gate, rolling her bike by her side, she couldn’t help but smirk when she saw that Peter had indeed changed into a pair of loose, brightly patterned shorts and a half-buttoned shirt, but decided against mentioning it at all. She knew he had noticed her delighted grin.

It took less than ten minutes to get to the town by bike. The whole way the pair didn’t do much in the way of conversation. It was a nice day, just a touch too hot, but breezy enough to ignore the sting of the sun and the drip of sweat along her hairline.

When they came upon the town, she insisted they stop at a small cafe for water. They took a seat beneath a little table with an umbrella that did little to shade them from the unrelenting sun that seemed to follow their every movement no matter how the little parasol was positioned.

The stout cafe owner brought out a bottle of mineral water which they wasted no time in opening and pouring into their own glasses. The slightly tepid water did little to quench their thirst. It was in the small moments like these when she had to recenter herself and remember that she was in Italy and not New York. For some reason, the room-temperature water was the one thing that sent that little shock through her system, the feeling of wrongness and not-quite-belonging.

When she’d drained her glass, she pulled her book out from her backpack and leaned back in the chair, reading and noticing Peter’s presence all at once.

“That’s quite the book you’re reading. What is it?” he asked, noticing her presence back.

“Les Miserables,” she responded without looking up.

“Ah. In French?” he asked, his interest officially piqued.

“Italian,” she said, flipping the page. “I read it in French last year.”

“You’re quite the precocious kid, aren’t you?” he stated more than asked.

“Thank you,” she replied, still focused on her book. He chuckled.

“So… What does one do around here, exactly?” he inquired, refilling his glass and taking a long sip. She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down, then forced herself to look away, altogether grateful that she’d chosen to wear her darker sunglasses today.

She shrugged, looking up at him over her book. “Not much. Wait for summer to end, I guess.”

“So then what do you do in the winter?” he continued. Before she could respond he said, “wait for summer to come, I’m guessing?”

She smiled then, because she was suddenly certain that he was a mind reader. She supposed she liked having her mind read.

“A little bit. But I prefer winters here rather than in the city. Even though it gets cold and grey, it’s… quiet. The city is too crowded, especially during the holidays. Dad insists we come up for Christmas every year. Usually it’s just us and Natalia and Alessandro, but sometimes Aunt Sofia, too, and Mounir and Anchiese sometimes, if they can get out of their other social engagements,” she told him, using her finger to keep her place in her book before shutting it and focusing on Peter’s interested smile.

“And besides appeasing family friends? What else do you do?”

“I think you said it all. Wait for summer to come.”

Then he was smiling, broad and a little bit curious and she felt that maybe she liked him now, once he’d read her mind and offered her so many smiles without asking for much in return.

“What about you specifically? What do you do here?” he asked, leaning forward and peeking at her over his tinted shades.

“Swim. Read. Transcribe music. Jog, if I’m in the mood for it. Go out at night,” she answered.

“I like to jog. Where’s a good place to jog around here?”

“The little trail across the lake, mostly. I could show you when we’re done here, if you want?” she offered, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe,” he said. Then he got up, tossed a couple of Euros on the table and mounted his bike. “Later,” he called with a sideways grin.

And suddenly she was back to her adamant dislike.

Later.

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[galaxystony]

Hi there friends! I’ve seen a lot of people asking for a Tom Holland/Peter Parker group chat, and I found that a Discord chat is the best way to not only make friends in the fandom, but share your talents and posts with other people who love the same things! If you love Tom Holland or Spider-Man Homecoming/Peter Parker and want a place to talk about it with other fans, join the ‘Homecoming Heroes’ Discord server! if you don’t know what Discord is, it’s basically a Skype-like website that will require you to make an account if you do choose to join. The different group chats are called servers with subcategories (such as the chat channel, fanfiction channel, art channel).

What It Is:

a place to make new friends

a place to share your love of Tom/Spider-Man

people to reblog your posts

a place to share your writing/art/etc.

How To Join:

must be following Me

reblog this post and tag it with “entered”

there is no age limit, but it is asked that you not lie about your age once you’re in

you have until December 31st to reblog this

I’ll send out links to join on January 1st, 2018

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[lilsapphicmoon]

Out of Tune

A/N: okay this started as a free-write prompt in my creative writing class and there was no way i wasn’t finishing it. i really enjoy it and i hope you do too!! shout out to @hollisterholland for proofreading for me!! it’s also my first fic of the year so we’re starting off right!! 

Word Count: 1265

Pairing: Sam Holland x reader

Masterlist 

Sam was having a rough day. He’d overslept, missed part of an important class, forgotten a textbook he needed at home, as well as his homework. His twin, Harry, had overslept too but he had a free class that morning and had all his stuff ready and together the night before.

But it was the end of the day and Sam was more than ready to get out of there. The bell finally rang and released the students from the classrooms and into the parking lot, or onto the buses. Sam met Harry outside at their car while Harry was talking to some friends.

“Come on Harry. I just want to go home. Can we leave?” Sam walked past the group and got into the passenger seat of the car.

Harry said his goodbyes to his friends and joined Sam in the car. Harry could tell he wasn’t having a good day and knew better than to push to find out what was wrong.

About 2 hours later, after the boys had gotten home and Sam had finished his homework for the day, Sam sat down on the piano bench.

He began playing New York State of Mind, but it didn’t sound right. He kept playing the wrong keys and his timing was all off.

He groans and lays his head down on the keys.

“Hey there Beethoven. You sounds a little out of tune, what’s up? You didn’t text me at all today.” Sam looks up to find his girlfriend, (Y/N), leaning against the doorframe.

He moves over on the bench to make some room for her to sit, but lays his head back down on the keys.

“Harry let you in?”

“Well no one else is home so,” She sits on the bench and leans her head down on his shoulder, “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay. You wanna play some more or you wanna go lay down or what ya wanna do?”

“Can we go lay down?” Sam mumbles and (Y/N) nods.

They stand up and walk to Sam’s room.

“I’ll turn some music on, go ahead and change into some more comfortable clothes okay?”

(Y/N) connects her phone to the speaker while sam changes into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. He’s smiling at her while she hums along to whatever song is playing through her head, his mood lightening already just by her being around.  

The music on Sam’s “Chill” playlist on spotify starts playing through the room while Sam climbs onto his bed and pulls (Y/N) down onto it.

“Ah!” She laughs as she falls backward onto Sam and the bed, “I can see you’re feeling better already.”

“Maybe a bit,” He smiles and lays back on the bed. (Y/N) climbs the rest of the way onto the bed and lays down next to Sam.

He smiles at her again as she rolls onto her back to stare up at the ceiling. The song playing finishes and (Y/N) looks back over at Sam.

“What are you smiling at over there freckles?”

“You. This… this may sound stupid but you make me feel better. It’s been a proper shit day and you come over and I don’t know how you do it but you make me forget about all the bad things that happened. Sorry that probably sounded really dumb.”

She smiles and pulls him into a hug, “Sam it’s not dumb. I’m just glad I can help. You know I hate to see you upset.”

They lay like that for another few songs. Not talking, just living in each others presences. The soft music playing in the background giving a nice atmosphere to the room and giving background noise to the otherwise silent room.

“I… I don’t know what happened to make it a bad day. Well, I do but… it’s just stupid stuff.”

“You can talk about it if you want. It’s not stupid, ya know?”

Sam begins telling (Y/N) about his day and how off it was.

“Aw babe, I’m sorry. You know you could have texted me? I would have tried to help.”

Sam looks up at (Y/N) and sits up on the bed.

“I know, but I didn’t want to bother you while you were at school. I know their rules about phones are a bit different than mine. And… I don’t know. I guess I just thought it wasn’t your problem so why would I bother you with it.”

(Y/N) sits up and puts her arm around his shoulders. He leans his head on hers and they sit there in silence for a few moments.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“You know you can always tell me about anything right? You’re never gonna bother me with that. Ever.”

Sam nods and hums in agreement.

They sit not talking again for a while, the music still playing in the background.

“Hey come on. No, no questions. Just come on,” Sam gets up and pulls (Y/N) up with him.

He pulls (Y/N) through the house and into the kitchen. She hops up on the counter and connects her phone to the speaker in the kitchen. She changes the playlist to his “Old School Bangers” and begins to sing along. Sam sam begins putting together a small dinner of pasta for the two of them.

Harry comes into the kitchen to see Sam very badly dancing and (Y/N) singing along to the music playing.

“Hey! Sam! Sam,” (Y/N) turns the music down to hear what Harry was saying while Sam stops dancing, ”Hey bro, mom called and said everyone’s on their way home. They already ate so they told us not to bother making a snack for them. Speaking of snacks, you making enough of that for me?”

Sam rolls his eyes and pushes Harry out of the kitchen. Sam and (Y/N) finish their sing-a-long/dance party and eat the dinner Sam made for them.

About 45 minutes later, the pair had finished their dinner and Sam had just finished washing the dishes. (Y/N) taps on Sam’s shoulder and he turns around to see her trying to pull him back to the room with his piano.

“Will you come play for me?” Sam mumbles an “of course” as he follows her to the piano.

He sits down on the bench again like he did after he got home, “(Y/N), I- I couldn’t play earlier. You had to have heard me when you came in. I-”

“Sam, babe, don’t think. Just do what you’re amazing at. You can do it.”

She stands behind him with her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. Sam takes a breath and starts playing New York State of Mind again, except this time he plays correctly.

He closes his eyes and plays the song the rest of the way through, and he doesn’t mess up once.

“Look at that. Seems like you’re not so out of tune after all.”

“It’s all thanks to you darling,” He turns his head to give her a kiss. And lays his head against hers again.

“Hey Sam…”

“Yeah (Y/N)?”

She was silent until he looked at her with a questioning stare.

“I…uh... I love you… I hope you know that…”

He falls silent and she looks to the ground.

“I, uh, sorry, I just-”

“(Y/N), I love you too, so much.”

He kissed her again. It was the first time they’d ever said it.

She pulls away and laughs, “Yeah, you’re definitely not out of tune anymore.”

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Photoshoots

A/N: HERE WE GO IT’S A HARRY FIC BC THIS BOY DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE AND HE’S NOT GETTING IT Also Andrea is doing a Harry Holland Night and I had to get in there so here we are

Word Count: 1167

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader 

Masterlist

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“(Y/N)!! Wake up and get ready, we’re goin’ out soon and you’re coming with this time,” Harry half yelled through the guest room door.

(Y/N) rolls over in the bed to check what time it was, 8:30 am.

“Ugh, fine! I’ll be out soon. Where we going?” She asks as she gets out of bed to open the door so they could stop yelling through it.

“Just dress comfortable. We’ll be out pretty much all day,” Harry answers after the door is opened, leaning against the doorframe.

“Be glad I love you, Holland. I was enjoying my sleep.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” He says with a chuckle, ”Be ready by 10? I think that’s when we’re trying to leave.”

(Y/N) nods and shuts the door again so she can begin getting ready.

“Why’d I say that I love him? That was stupid,” She mumbles to herself as she pulls clothes out of a draw to put on for the day.

Putting on some nice jeans and a comfortable sweater that Harry let her borrow once and never gave back, she checked her hair in the mirror and threw on a small amount of makeup before making her way downstairs.

At 9:45, (Y/N) walked down the stairs to meet most of the boys in the kitchen.

“Took you long enough (Y/N). Thought we’d be waiting forever,” Tom says when she makes her appearance in the kitchen.

“Ha ha, very funny Tom. I’m 15 minutes early.”

She walks past Tom into the rest of the kitchen to get a glass of water, “Are we going to breakfast too or not?”

Sam didn’t hear her question and Harrison and Tom just exchanged a look and shrugged.

“Thanks you guys are great help. Where’s Harry anyway?”

As if on a cue, Harry makes his way into the kitchen.

“Alright guys, are we ready to go-” he stops, staring at (Y/N).

Everyone looks at him, wondering why he stopped. But then they catch what he’s looking at, and the other boys turn to look at her too.

With his face turning to a deep blush, Harry opens his mouth to speak again.

“H-(Y/N) is that my sweater?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry. You let me borrow it last week and I forgot to give it back. I can go change if you want?” She asks with a face turning a similar color to his.

“No! Uh, no it’s fine. Keep it,” he turns to walk away mumbling that it looks better on her anyway. He thought no one else heard, but the other boys in the room did. They all share a smile and Tom announces it’s time to go and they were in fact going to get breakfast as well.

It’d been two hours since the group left Tom’s house and Harry revealed what the plan for today was, a photoshoot.

“What? I need new pictures to work on and it’s not like you guys had any plans anyway. Hell (Y/N) was planning on sleeping all day. Weren’t you?”

But (Y/N) had walked away looking at some pretty flowers that were in the park they were at.

“Bet you wish you could’ve joined her,” Harrison whispered, thinking it was quiet enough Harry wouldn’t hear. He did.

“The fuck you just say?” Harry’s face began turning pink.

“Nothing. Come on let’s get started.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Harry snapping away with his camera, the boys all being goofballs, and (Y/N) trying to avoid the camera at all costs. Tom and Harrison, know that she didn’t really enjoy her picture taken, constantly were asking Harry why he doesn’t take pictures of her. To which (Y/N) would respond with how she doesn’t like her picture being taken, and calling them divs.

Nearing the end of the day, almost time for sunset, Sam, Tom, and Harrison start getting hungry.

“Come on bro I’m staring. Let’s go grab a bite, yeah?” Sam kept asking about every 10 minutes.

“Just a few more shots. I’m almost done.”

“Whatever. I’m leaving to go find something to eat at that stand on the other side of the park before they close. Tom, Harrison, (Y/N), wanna come with while Ansel Adams over here finishes up shooting?”

Tom and Harrison agree but (Y/N) decides to hang back saying she wasn’t hungry.

“Okay, whatever you say,” Harrison says, throwing a wink in Harry’s direction.

For the third time that day, Harry’s face went red. But the boys walked away to go find the stand Sam swore he saw on the other side of the park, leaving (Y/N) and Harry to finish shooting.

“Damn I wish one of the boys would’ve stayed.”

“How come?”

“Well them standing there… the then the sunset behind him there… It’d look sick!!” Gesturing and showing what he was talking about, (Y/N) could see that it would definitely be an amazing picture, but there was no one for him to take it of.

“You know, today may be your lucky day Holland.”

She walks to the spot he pointed to before, “What should I do?”

“Oh! Okay um… turn your head to the left. Yeah, just like that.”

And she let him take her picture.

“Aw (Y/N), come look at this! It’s perfect.”

She walks back to him with a smile on her now pink face.

“Do, uh, do you mind if I take a few more?”

“Well, seeing as your boys aren’t here, you’ve got no one else so I guess I’ll do it.”

He smiles wide and so does (Y/N).

Harry continues to take pictures of (Y/N) against the sunset and with the flowers and with anything else he can find. And after every one of them he smiles and says that they’re perfect.

“Harry, you’ve said they’re all perfect.”

“Well they are. Every one of these that we’ve taken are perfect…” He trails off and mumbles something that she can’t quite make out.

“What was that Holland?”

“Nothing just forget about it. Come on I’m almost done.”

“No. Tell me what you said,” (Y/N) insists, holding her hands up to the camera lens so he can’t take any pictures.

He takes a deep breath,” I said Everyone of these that we’ve taken are perfect… because you’re perfect…”

“Oh… “

“Yeah…” Harry turned away from her.

“Hey,” She puts a hand on his shoulder and turns him back towards her, “You’re not too bad yourself ya know.”

“What?” He asks with a smile on his face.

“You heard me,” She answers, returning his smile.

Tom and Harrison come back running straight towards Harry and (Y/N), with Sam walking behind them, but they all stop a few feet away.

“Hey Harry, you asked her out yet?”

“Tom, you div!” Harry yells back laughing.

“Well, what’dya say Harry? Wanna go out some time?”

“I’d love to (Y/N). I’d love to.”

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Wanted

A/N: I tired a little something different with this one. I hope you enjoy!! and @petersjacket I really hope this helps a bit 💛💛

Word Count: 1533 total

Pairing: Sam Holland x Reader

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You know I'd fall apart without you / I don't know how you do what you do / 'Cause everything that don't make sense about me / Makes sense when I'm with you

“UGH! I missed it again!” Sam half yelled, sitting at the piano bench.

(Y/N) walked into the room and sat next to him on the bench, “What’d ya miss this time?”

“The stupid note I keep forgetting to hit. Or I hit the key next to it instead. Watch.”

Sam plays the song again, hitting every note perfectly.

“What? I kept hitting it wrong every other time I’ve played this.”

“Maybe I’m a lucky charm, Sammy boy,” (Y/N) says with a laugh as she stands from the bench.

“Maybe you can stay? T-that way I can keep playing correctly?” Sam says with a small smile and a blush rising to his face.

“Sure. Let me grab a book though. I always seem to read better when you play.”

(Y/N) leaves the room in search of the book she’d been reading during her stay at the Holland house.

“One of these days… one of these days…” Sam mumbles to himself before (Y/N) reappears with her book in hand and settles into a chair just off the the right of the piano.

He begins playing again and she opens her book.

And I wanna call you mine / Wanna hold your hand forever / And never let you forget it / Yeah, I, I wanna make you feel wanted

“Hey where’s (Y/N)? Wasn’t she just here?” Sam asks, coming in from the living room.

“Yeah, she went down to the store to grab some food or something like 15 minutes ago. Maybe some kind of something for her hair? I don’t really know,” Paddy explains, walking out of the kitchen passing by Sam.

“Oh, okay. “ Sam was going to ask if (Y/N) wanted to go to the park and walk Tessa with him.

It’d been a few months since Sam realized he had feelings for her but he was looking for a time to tell her. He thought making a trip to the park with her maybe the perfect time.

He decides he going to practice the piano until she gets back. Maybe that’d calm his nerves.

He plays for about an hour, trying to perfect the song he’d been working on. It’s a song that’s one of (Y/N)’s favorites.  What he doesn’t know is that she’d been standing in the doorway for about ten minutes listening to him going over the song again and again, making sure to hit every note just how he should.

“Sounds great, Sammy boy,” (Y/N) says finally making her presence known. Also making Sam jump and turn to face her.

“O-oh. H-hey (Y/N). You liked it? I’ve, uh, been practicing.” He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck. Face turning hot and turning back to face the piano again.

“Yeah! It sounds great!” She sits next to him on the bench like she did weeks ago and he played for her while she read.

There was a minute of silence between them before Sam decides it's now or never.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yeah Sam?”

“Want to go walk Tess in the park with me?”

“Of course. Let’s go get her.”

Once Sam and (Y/N) get to the park they run and play with Tessa for a while before they get tired and all sit on the ground, leaning against a tree.

“Come on Sam, just tell tell her,” was all Sam could think, so that’s what he does.

“Hey (Y/N) I have something kinda important to tell you,” He blurts out, his face burning and he wants to run back home before she can even answer. But he stays sitting next to her under the tree.

“Sam you can tell me anything. You know that.” Her eyes are closed and she has her head leaned back against the tree. If she haddn’t just talked, she could pass for being asleep.

“Okay…” He takes a deep breath and can hear his heart beating out of his chest,“Ikindalikeyoualotandihaveforawhileandijustwantedtoletyouknowyoudon’thavetofeelthesameijustthoughtyoushouldknow.”

(Y/N) is quiet next to him. She doesn’t move away or open her eyes.

Sam lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to get up, but he’s stopped.

“Don’t leave.”

So he sits back down next to her again. Tessa next to him.

It’s quiet and Sam has has a million things running through his mind. “Why’d I tell her? Why’d I have to do it today? Why’d I sound stupid when I did?” Among other things like why she wasn’t answering or why’s she ask him to stay.

“Come on Sam, let’s go back to the house.”

He’s confused but he stands and helps her up taking Tessa’s leash in his hand as she gets up to walk with them.

Another silence.

“I knew, by the way.” (Y/N) finally breaks the silence between them.

“You knew? How?”

“Maybe because you stare at me when you think I can’t see you, or because you learned my favorite song on piano and you’ve been practicing it, or because you played for me while I read that day, or because I’ve just been hoping you did.”

“Hoping I did?”

Sam’s face turns to a deep blush when she stops them and turns to face him. Taking his hand in hers.

“Yeah. Hoping. But it’s not hope anymore is it?”

Anyone can tell you you're pretty, yeah / And you get that all the time, I know you do / But your beauty's deeper than the make-up / And I wanna show you what I see tonight…

“Hey lo- whoa, (Y/N), you look stunning. But when do you not?”

(Y/N) blushes and mumbles a shut up in Sam’s direction.

Tom had invited Sam and (Y/N ) out to some fancy dinner after he got back from filming. He knew that Sam and (Y/N) had gotten together a few months before after Sam’s confession in the park. But nothing had really changed. It was the same as it always was, except now they were both open with the affection they’d wanted to give each other before.

“Come on, Sammy boy. I don’t wanna be late,” she says taking his hand as they walk out to the car.

“Well that was fun, we should definitely do that again sometime.”

“Agreed. (Y/N) are you staying again tonight?”

(Y/N) walks to the bathroom but keeps talking, “Might as well. Didn’t your brother day something about going out tomorrow and taking pictures?”

“Probably.” Sam changes into sweatpants and a tshirt while (Y/N) changes in the bathroom and takes her makeup off.

“That’s much better,” she says as she drops her clothes from earlier in a pile next to Sam’s, “What? I just got everything off my face so I know there’s nothing on it. Why’re you staring at me?”

“You’re just beautiful s’all.”

He crosses the room and wraps his arms around her waist, her’s going around his neck.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, ya know that?”

“I don’t think so, but whatever you say Sammy boy.”

As good as you make me feel / I wanna make you feel better / Better than your fairy tales / Better than your best dreams

(Y/N) enters the empty house confused and still a little upset, as to why she was wanted back at the house that she had just left a few hours prior.

“Sam? Where are you? Why’d you-” She stopped as she reached the living room.

It was covered in lights and there was a blanket and pillow fort. And there was Sam standing next to it.

“Happy one year anniversary, my love.”

“Sam, I thought you forgot. That’s why i was so upset today. I thought you forgot.” Tears were spilling onto her cheeks as she walked into Sam’s open arms.

“I didn’t forget. I just didn’t prepare. And  couldn’t give away my plan. I know it’s not a lot but-”

“Sammy boy it’s perfect. Thank you. But next time, don’t let me think you forgot? At least let me know you remembered. But this is perfect, just another dream come true by you.”

And I just wanna wrap you up / Wanna kiss your lips / I wanna make you feel wanted / And I wanna call you mine / Wanna hold your hand forever / And never let you forget it

“It was a terrible day. No one would listen to me at school and then I went to work and everyone argued with me. And then I’ve barely heard from you all day,” (Y/N) explains after her and Sam settle into his room to relax.

“I’m sorry love.”

“I know. I’m sorry for ranting.” (Y/N) flops down on the bed staring at the ceiling.

“Hey,” Sam is hovering above her face standing beside the bed,” Never apologize for ranting. I’m always here to listen to whatever you have to say. Always.

(Y/N) leans up and kisses him, “Thank you Sammy boy. I just felt really unwanted today. It sucked.”

“You'll always be wanted, (Y/N).”

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Soft Mornings

A/N: yayayayay I finished another thing bc I had an idea and it was cute and I just had to write it. This is unedited. I hope you enjoy!!! 

Word Count: 1211

Pairing: Sam Holland x Reader

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Soft music, soft lights, soft rain, soft blankets.Soft music playing through a radio on a table next to the bed, Soft lights strung up around the room, never turned off the night before. Soft rain coming down on the roof, giving more background noise to the room. Soft blankets covering the bed they shared. Soft was how the morning could be described.

Soft hands running through soft hair of the boy sleeping next to her, working through a few of the curly tangles, tracing over the freckles that covered his face

They had stayed up most of the night before talking about nothing and everything, just being in each other’s presence. There’s no way to know exactly when they fell asleep, drifting in and out of sleep, talking and mumbling while sleeping. Sam knew that he had fallen asleep after her though. He watched how peaceful she looked while she slept for a while before he himself fell into the arms of sleep. But it’s (Y/N) who woke before him. She watched him a while like he did her the night before, watching how when she moved he would stir just a little.

He was laying on his stomach, arms curled under the pillow under his head, his face pushed into the pillow, turned toward her , mouth slightly open, snoring lightly. It was times like these that she loved the most. When it seemed like time stopped and it was just them. Nothing else mattered.

Her hand returns to his hair again, twisting the stands between her fingers before she catches his eyes fluttering open.

They share a smile before he moves himself so that she can lay closer to him. Her back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around her, and his face hiding in the crook of her neck. He mumbles something but it’s muffled by his hiding and her hair.

“What was that, love? I couldn’t hear you.”

He raises his head out of her hair and neck, “I said I want to stay like this forever. WIth you, and the music, and the rain, and the dark room with the soft lights.” His voice was deep and raspy and still full of sleep.

(Y/N) rolls over in his arms, facing him and wrapping an arm around him.

“Well it is a Saturday, and I don’t think anyone has made any plans for today… and we can just tell them that we aren’t doing anything today… we can stay here all day if that’s what you want.”

He smiled and nodded as he pulled her closer to him again.

“Hold on… Here now come here.” (Y/N) says after she lays down on her back.

He comes back over to her laying his head down on her chest and his arms wrapped around her with her hands running through his hair again and down his back. Sam falls back asleep after a while and she follows not long after.

It was a few hours later when Sam wakes up, still laying the way they fell asleep. He smiles at (Y/N) before hearing his stomach growl. As if on a cue, hers did the same.

Sam gets up of the bed and slips down the stairs to find an empty house. Giving him the perfect time to make some breakfast for (Y/N) and himself. He makes a small batch of muffins, some eggs and sausage. Before he can pick up the plates to take them upstairs to his sleeping beauty, he feels arms wrap around his torso.

“Hey, I was about to bring you breakfast. You hungry?”

(Y/N)’s stomach growls at the smell of food and the offer of it and she lets go of him and nods.

“Yes, please. I’m starving.”

“Wanna eat down here to take it back up to the room?”

She just turns and heads back towards the stairs, “Come on Sam, I wanna go lay back down.”

He follows her back up the stairs and back into the room, closing the door behind him.

They eat in what silence the room gives, with the background noise of the music and rain. Sam takes the plates when they’re done and sets them on the table on his side of the bed.

They curl back up like they were before, but reversed this time. Sam on his back running his hands through (Y/N)’s hair and down her back.

“How did you sleep last night, love? Once we finally fell asleep anyway,” He says with a chuckle.

“Good. And great the second time, until I woke up and you weren’t here. I was hoping you were making some breakfast when I got up. And thank you for that by the way, it was really good.”

Sam smiles and kisses the top of her head, “You’re welcome. I’ll make you breakfast anyday.”

They lay together without talking for a while, just listening to the music.

“Sam, we should dance. We haven’t done that in a while,” Already climbing out of the bed, grabbing Sam’s hand to drag him up too,” Come on. Dance with me.”

He laughs and they dance, to any song that plays.

“Hold on there’s a song I want to listen to,” Sam stops dancing to changes the music to the song he’s been waiting to play.

“I’ve been waiting on it but I guess I’ll just have to play it. Alright there we go.”

(Y/N) smiles at the freckle-faced boy as the song starts to play.

“How did I know you’d play this?”

“Because I always tell you this is my song for you.”

The pair sways to Perfect by Ed Sheeran like they have so many times before.  

“Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet , I never knew you were the someone waiting for me, 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love…” Sam sings to the girl in front of him.

She lays her head on his shoulder as they continue to sway to the music, humming the song to each other and themselves, arms wrapped around each other again.

Near the end of the song (Y/N) lifts her head to lock her eyes with Sam as she sings the last few lines back to him.

“I have faith in what I see, Now I know I have met an angel in person, And he looks perfect, I don't deserve this, You look perfect tonight.”

They both lean in closer to each other, but are interrupted by Harry knocking on the door. Sam rolls his eyes. 

“Bro! We’ve got food if you’re hungry. Is (Y/N) still here? Can I come in?”

“Come on in Harry.”

Harry enters the room and sees (Y/N) and Sam standing close to each other, one of his arms still wrapped around her waist.

“I was interrupting something wasn’t I? Whoops. Well there’s food of ya’ want it. Go back to whatever cute thing you two were doing.”

Harry leaves the room, not closing the door behind him.

“Let’s go get some food. I’m hungry again. We can continue our cute moment when we get back.”

They share a laugh and he takes her hand as they walk down to the kitchen to greet the rest of the family.   

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Chance Meeting

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this forever based off these two asks ( x - x ) and I finally did today! This is in 2 parts just bc I’m a hoe for details. So Thanks for reading in advance!! 

Word Count: 1206

Pairing: Harry Holland x reader 

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A chance meeting was all it took and The Societies' Photographic Convention in London just happened to be the place.

Harry had been walking around- sometimes with Tom, Sam, and Harrison, sometimes by himself- the convention for about 2 hours looking at the things that were set up and sometimes stopping to talk to the occasional person that recognized him. But it was nearing time for lunch and he was getting hungry so he sets off for the cafe area of the convention.

Looking down at his phone, scrolling through Instagram, not paying attention to where he was going, he runs straight into a girl that had her back turned toward him, accidentally knocking her to the ground.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry,” He hold his hand out helping her up from the ground,” I wasn’t looking where i was going. I’m sorry again.”

“Hey, my camera didn’t get messed up so you’re lucky. I’m okay but if my camera got messed up, you’d be buying me a new one,” She says with a smile as she adjusts the lens on the camera.

“Yeah, I can understand that. Still sorry I knocked you over though.”

While she continues to adjust the lens on the camera Tom, Sam, and Harrison find Harry and walk over to him.

“Well It’s okay, really I’m- oh! You three weren’t here a second ago.”

“Hi. I’m-”

“I know who you are. You’re the new Spider-Man. I had heard some rumors saying you were here, my friends ditched me to go find you,“ The girl said staring at Tom with a blank face.

The group stood in silence for a minute before Tom spoke up again, “Hey lads I’m gonna go grab some food, coming with?”

Sam and Harrison nod to each other and then to Tom and they begin walking away, the girl going back to fiddling with her camera.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your brothers?”

“Probably but they can wait. I wanted to say sorry again for knocking you over. I’m Harry by the way,” He says reaching up to fix the cap on his head.

“I know. I follow all of you guys on Instagram and Twitter. Tom also kinda gave it away.”

Harry laughs and smiles at the girl in front of him as she puts her camera down in its bag and looks at him.

“What’s your instagram, if you don’t mind me asking? Or twitter or something? I wouldn’t mind talking to you again,” Harry blurts out.

“Sure, You’ve known me for a whole like 15 minutes but okay Holland,” She laughs as she gives him her instagram and twitter usernames and they say their goodbye saying they need to get back to their groups.

As Harry’s walking away he turns back toward her, “I didn’t catch your name!”

She turns to face him as she continues walking backward, “That’s because I didn’t throw it Holland! It’s (Y/N)!” She smiles and turns back in the direction she was walking in and Harry turns back the way he was heading too.

“(Y/N)...”

It’s been a year since that meeting in London and (Y/N) and Harry, and the rest of the boys, have grown very close. They are always inviting her to come with them when they go out for a photoshoot or just to hangout at Tom’s flat. Her and Harry are especially close. Today was a photoshoot day.

“Come on (Y/N)! Stop fiddling with your camera! We’re losing time!” Harry laughs as he bugs her about messing with her camera for the third time in 5 minutes.

“Fine I’ll start fiddling with your camera instead!” She laughs and turns back to the picture of Sam she was trying to take.

“You won’t touch my camera you little shit!” He laughs again as he walks behind her to see the shot she was trying to get.

“Finally, it looks how I want it to. Sam come look at this.”

Sam walks over and nudges Harry out of the way so he can see the shot.

“Looks great (Y/N),” He puts his hand up to his face and says, “Better than the ones Harry takes.”

“Oi! I can still hear you!”

“Yeah, I know.”

Sam and (Y/N) bust into a laughing fit and Harry just smiles and shakes his head.

The day continues with all the boys teasing Harry saying (Y/N)’s photos being better than his and him and (Y/N) trying to bump into each other messing up the shots.

“Harry I swear to god if you touch me or step in front of me when i try to take this picture again I’m going to kill you,” She says with a laugh and a smile. Harry had been nudging her arm, or poking her in the side, or stepping in front of the camera every time she tried t take the picture.

“Oh come on, you know I love you and wouldn’t mess with you if I didn’t.”

“And that’s the only thing saving your ass Holland.”

Harry finally lets her get the shot, and looks over it with her.

“It’s perfect. No really, don’t look at me like that (Y/N). It’s great, really.”

“Yeah, whatever. Your’s are all better. Come one, we’re about to lose the light and I wanna get some shots on the tracks over there.”

She leads the group up on the tracks that were nearby. Harry gets some great shots, of course, and (Y/N) gets some great ones too.

She decides to walk up the tracks little ways just looking at the trees on both sides of the track.

Harry sees her walking down the tracks, her staring in awe at how beautiful it is here, with a smile on his face.

“Hey I’ll be back,” He walks up to (Y/N) on the tracks.

“It’s beautiful here. Why haven’t we came here before?” She asks as soon as he’s within earshot. Harry looks around at the trees around him too.

“It isn’t it? I just found it a week or so ago,” He paused,”... I figured you would like it so I waited to bring the boy until I knew you had a free day in your schedule...”

Harry looks back at the girl in font of him to find her already looking at him and smiling.

“Harry, you didn’t have to wait. You could have came anyway.”

“I know… but I wanted to wait for you,” Harry says as a smile and a blush come across his face.

“OI! You two! Are we done now? I’m starving,” Tom calls from back down the tracks.

“I’m done, Harry are you?”

He just nods and smiles again.

“Well come one then, let’s go get some food. I’m starving too.”

He laughs as she walks away following close behind her.

“Hey (Y/N)… “

She stops walking and turns around seeing his face looking serious, “Yeah?”

He’s quiet for a moment, “You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You div! I thought something was wrong!” She laughs and shoves his shoulder and he laughs with her.

She walks away again, this time Harry hanging back.

“Oh if only you knew…”

Part Two Coming soon!

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