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orbitganymede · 4 years ago

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Ocean Eyes

Word count: 1039

Ask: Could you do something with Harrison where they’ve been friends for a while but have feelings idk something cute

requests: open

Y/N knew she was fucked, absolutely and incredibly fucked. She had been cursing herself since she had started packing, hell since she had signed the damn lease for this stupid apartment. Now look where she’s at, sitting on her new bedroom floor, unpacking what felt like hundreds of boxes, while staring at her best friend turned roommate who was doing the same.

She couldn’t help herself, when he had asked if she wanted to share the new apartment he had been looking at for the past few months, what was she supposed to do, say no? Like that was even possible. Her heart had decided for her the second he asked, and now her stupid heart is doing summersaults every time he sends her a little smile when he walks past his doorway. She’ll admit, having a crush on her best friend is probably the worst thing she could have done and honestly she felt like she was getting over it. But then he flashes those baby blue eyes at her or calls her those disgusting pet names that he never seems to run out of.

Which of course, those pet names have to make an appearance right as she’s deciding she doesn’t actually want to be with him, it was just a playground crush, “Hey darling,” his voice is like silk, so soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. Her heart stutters and her mind goes completely off track as she just stares at him, waiting for him to continue. That smile that drives her crazy appears on his face as he holds his hand out for her to grab, “Let’s go on an adventure.” Fucked, truly fucked.

The next six months go by in a flash, her final semester of Uni taking everything out of her, not even mentioning how little Harrison has been in the apartment. He had spewed apologies to her as he packed his suitcase a week after they had moved in, explaining just how much Tom needed him to go to New York with him and his brother. Of course, she couldn’t be mad at him, honestly, she was a little envious. She had reassured him that he had nothing to say sorry for, she was just his best friend not his girlfriend, he could do what he wanted. She still remembers the smile he gave her as he grabbed the last of his stuff, and the kiss on the cheek that she got as he left.

Harrison was now just settling into his new home, figuring out where Y/N had put all of their shared items, it took him a week to remember which cabinet she had stored the cups in. He was also starting to learn some of the habits that he had never noticed before, like how she always had to have that one fluffy blanket that smelled like lavender wrapped around her when she was watching her favorite show, and how she always played that one song first whenever she got into the shower.

When he had asked her to move in with him, he definitely had an ulterior motive, he thought he would be able to make her fall in love him if they were always around each other. This plan ultimately backfired as Tom had begged him to go to New York, an opportunity he couldn’t miss, not with his acting career finally taking off. He had done everything he could to make it up to her, facetiming her whenever he got the chance, sending her cute texts about how much he missed his best girl, and listening to all the silly playlists she would make on spotify. He doesn’t even know if she noticed he listened to those playlists, doesn’t know if she realized all of her favorite songs are now his too. God he was in deep.

Although his time away wasn’t in vain, the night he got back they had laid in his bed together, listening to music and talking about what had happened while he was gone. He memorized every second of that night, from the way the dim lights casted her in a sunset like glow to how her breath felt against his neck after she had fallen asleep against his chest. He never wanted that night to end.

Now they sleep together every night. He was convinced that they would end up together while she was telling herself it was normal to fall asleep while cuddling with your best friend every night of the week. Including tonight.

Her head laid against his chest, staring at the TV that sat on the other side of the room while he scrolled aimlessly through his Instagram, trying his absolute best to keep his heart rate in check. What a fool he was, thinking he could play their arrangement off as nothing more than friends being friends. Then again, what a fool he was for catching feelings in the first place.

Not that he could stop himself. Her laugh was like his own personal heroin, getting him high to the point where he wasn’t sure he could come down. He adored everything about her, even her godawful snoring, not that he would ever tell her that. Except maybe he will tonight, he’s tired of dancing around the fact that he wants her to be his, tired of having to guess her feelings and stopping himself in case she doesn’t feel the same.

“Be my girlfriend,” She’s frozen for a minute at his words, the TV show she was watching now just background noise. She lifts her head, leaning over his body as she stares at him with his eyebrow cocked, completely at a lose for words.

Harrison’s already starting to backtrack, his mind going a mile second trying to come up with an excuse as to why he would say that, his heart already preparing to be broken by the person he needs the most in life. Just as he opens his mouth to let out a spu of words, her lips crash against his.

They stay like that for a while, switching between sweet kisses and sharing smiles. And yeah, maybe he’s not a fool and maybe she’s not fucked.

Authors note: actually kinda like this one :) hope you enjoyed it too anon! thank you for requesting! keep em coming guys! feedback means the world to me! thanks for the love!

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lucysometimeswrites · 4 years ago

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prompt 5 from your Disney Song list w/ Sam ❤

hope u enjoy! <3 thanks for requesting :)

5. I’ve got a dream! I’ve got a dream!

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You were fixing yourself a small snack before continuing your studies when the front door suddenly opened, scaring you half to death. In came Sam, with the dreamiest look on his face and sporting a big, dopey grin.

“I’ve got a dream! I’ve got a dream!” he shouted as he danced across the living room, making his way to you and unexpectedly pulling you into the tightest hug ever, spinning you around multiple times.

“Sam!” you laughed, as he set you down, “I know, you have many dreams. Why are you saying that, hm?” you softly asked while caressing his cheek, his arms still wound around your waist and the look from earlier never leaving his cute face.

“Are you ready?” he asked cheekily.

“...Ready for?”

“Are you?”

“Ok, now I’m scared” you jokingly said.

He bit his lip in anticipation before bursting out, “I got the job”.

Your eyes went wide as saucers and your jaw instantly dropped open in shock. This job had been Sam’s most ambitious dream yet, working at one of the finest restaurants in London, and he’d been working his ass off for this position. It’d been a while since he heard from them, so slowly, we’d started assuming that it’d been a no.

“The job?! You mean the job?!” you asked excitedly. He nodded with a smile, and you gasped as you hugged him as tight as you could in an attempt to express all the love and happiness you currently felt for him. You knew this was a big deal for him, and although you weren’t as cultured in the world of cooking as he was, you still wished him the best and tried to understand his world as much as you could. It felt like an accomplishment for both of you, one of those that leave you smiling like an idiot for days and wanting nothing more than to wake up every morning to experience it.

Several oh my god!’s left your mouth, not knowing how else to react. You squished his soft face between your hands, pecking him quickly on the lips after each one of your exclamations.

“You got it! I knew you could do it, darling. Gosh, I’m so. So. So proud of you” you said, finally looking him in the eyes to see his own staring back at you with the utmost adoration. “How does it feel? We have to celebrate! What would you like to do? We could order take out or we could go out and have some dinner but I don’t know if you’re too-”, your ramble was interrupted by a pair of lips, giving you a kiss that left you absolutely breathless. You even had to lean against the kitchen counter after parting, not realizing he’d pushed you against it in the first place.

“You missed.” he simply said, leaning his forehead against you and a smirk finding its way onto his rosy lips as he saw your reaction.

“My bad” you whispered back.

His hands gently rubbed your waist, and pulling you into one last hug, he whispered in your ear, “I want to celebrate just with you, love, you’re all I need.”

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ohholyfanfics · 5 years ago

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#3 with my boi sam please and thank you

“No like... it’s just I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.”

It was cold, the sound of rain drops hitting the roof as she lets out a soft sign. The sky was gray as she hugged the red sweater closer, this wasn’t at all what she had in mind when she had woken up. Taken a seat on the window still, y/n rested her chin on the palm of her hand as she watched the gloomy weather before her. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she’d been window watching. The rain had become a living fabric, something she could reach her hand through and let her fingers play.

“y/n!”

She jumped at the sudden noise of the loud voice breathing through the silence. His heavy foot steps echoed through the slightly empty flat as he searched for the girl that lived in it. She hadn’t been living there long and was in the process of finally picking and choosing her furniture and decorations.

Finally finding her, he stopped short. She looked absolutely breath taken, her bare legs exposed and her torso covered by his missing red sweater. His cheeks flushed at the sight, her hair was a bit messy with glasses placed on her face. He smiled softly once her eyes meet his.

“Hey Sam.” she smiled softly standing up making his cheeks flush as she tugged him into a hug. “how bad is it out there?” she sighed as he smiled softly shaking out his wet hair causing her to squeal as the droplets hit her legs.

“It’s a complete downpour.”

She nodded her head with a hum as he smiled softly at her once again. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at the way he was looking at her. Shifting on her feet she tugged the sweater closer as his smile widens.

“whaaat?”

“Nothing..”

She stomped her feet lightly as he chuckled softly at her antics. Running a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushed giving in.

“No like... it’s just I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.”

“What noo, this is Jake’s.” she huffed out pulling the sweater only to realize it was indeed Sam’s.

“It looks good on you.”

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delicatetom · 5 years ago

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What about Sam telling you he loves you for the first time??

this is honestly so adorable

this sweet boy would be so nervous. he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. what he didn’t expect to happen was for you to blurt out in the middle of a rant about your stress level. as soon as you said it you froze, looking at him with big eyes before shooting eyes to the floor, ducking your head to hide behind your hair. in the middle of you blushing and apologizing, sam gathered his thoughts, grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. as he withdrew he let out a breathy "I love you too" in that sweet british accent of his.

#sam holland #sam holland imagine #sam holland blurb #sam holland oneshot #sam holland x reader

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presidentbttrflyfreak · 7 years ago

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masterlist

wowow what a long list :)

prompt lists

heartbreak/sad

fluff/happy

heartbreak/sad [taken from songs]

oneshots/fics/imagines

peter parker

timbits and sweaters

blessed, not lucky

thomas brodie-sangster

healing through letting go

sam holland

since day one

tom holland

always will be

peace and bikes

contact name: error

peter pan

unlabeled for now

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loverholland · 6 years ago

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au night

sister send in au and blurbs for ya favs

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peachyyvibes · 7 years ago

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Just look at the boys, ugh I love them sooo much and all of them look soo HANDSOME AHDJXIKEKS

LOOK AT SAM

WHAT. AN. ICONIC. LOOK

Um hi SAM HOLLAND!GREASER I THINK THE FUCK YES

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hollandtomholland · 7 years ago

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hi! could you do prompts # 5 and 10 with Sam please? 💚

Sorry this is so late, hope you enjoy! xo

Prompts: I’m terrible at parallel parking and hit your car and “I can’t believe we’re actually discussing this”

“No! Shit! No!”

You threw yourself out the car and into the rain, dashing around to the rear where it sat bumper to bumper with one that was worth at least ten times what you’d paid for yours. The sight of a sizable dent and chipped paintwork made your stomach drop; this was bad. Very bad.

Nine times out of ten, you were a good driver. Very good, even, but like everyone else, you had your weakness: Parallel parking. You avoided it at all costs, but this morning had quite literally pushed you into a tight spot. The combination of being late and bad weather had forced you into the one parking space you would usually never try, and safe to say it had not gone well. Hitting any car would be bad, but this one? A car that nice had to be owned by someone who would not take this incident lightly, and you were already dreading the inevitable insurance claims.

“Are you alright there?”

The driver’s side door of the expensive car opened, and a guy stepped out onto the pavement. Oh, this was even worse; you’d been hoping to just leave a note with your details and high-tail it out of there, but it seemed that was no longer a possibility.

“I am so, so sorry, ” you babbled, feeling the cold rain beginning to soak into your clothes. The stranger wandered calmly to the sight of the damage, surveying it before looking up at you with a nonchalant smile. “I’ve seen worse” he said coolly, as if it were barely a scratch. Between your panicked thoughts, you noted just how attractive he was. Well dressed, artfully messy hair, and a cute smile to match… but clearly that was not what you should be focusing on in this moment.

You grabbed your license from your purse, digging around in your bag to find a pen and paper. “I’ll give you my details, obviously, and you can, uh… you can do what you need to do, and -”

“It’s honestly okay”

“It’s really not, I just hit your car”

“I can see that, but it’s truly not that bad” he replied, seemingly amused by your frantic state. He pushed some hair out of his face, before glancing at the row of shops behind you. “But if you really want to go through all that, we should at least get out of the rain”

He gestured towards a small coffee shop, as you stared back at him in confusion. He didn’t wait for your reply, however, walking over to hold the door open for you. “Uh… I guess” you mumbled, following him inside.

Taking a seat at a small table by the window, you sat rigidly as he ordered at the counter. A few moments later he appeared with two steaming mugs in hand: “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I just got you a coffee. Seemed like a safe choice” he said with a smile, placing one of the mugs in front of you.

“I just hit your car and you respond by buying me a coffee? I don’t get it”

“The two things aren’t mutually exclusive. Besides, it’s not every day you can get a pretty girl to go for coffee with you that easily” he mused, grinning at you.

“But… aren’t you angry? That’s a really nice car, if it was mine I’d be furious”

He shook his head. “Not really. These things happen, and it’s easily fixed”

You took a sip of your coffee; by some miracle, it was exactly how you liked it. “I still have to give you my details, though. That’s only fair”.

“I guess so” he agreed, taking your license from you. “Hello… Y/N. That’s a lovely name,” he said, “but the picture does not do you justice”

You fought to stop the hot blush threatening to colour your cheeks. This was entering slightly surreal territory. You’d just damaged his car and he was… flirting with you? “Thank you?” you replied, taken aback.

He chuckled at your confusion, handing you back your license. “I’m Sam, by the way. I’m not interested in getting insurance involved though, it’s not worth it for such a small issue” he explained, leaning back in his chair.

“I still feel bad, though”

“There are other ways you could make it up to me?”

“Like what?”

He smiled knowingly, taking a casual sip of his drink. “Like coming out for dinner with me”

“Why would you… but I… you can’t possibly” you started, as he simply smiled back at you.

“So, what do you say? Tonight, around seven thirty? I know a great little italian place not far from here”

“I can’t believe we’re actually discussing this”

“Is that a yes?”

You stared back at him, finding yourself unable to refuse his earnest proposal. “Yes, it is. But you have to at least let me buy you a drink”

His smile broadened; “It’s a date”

#sam holland #sam holland oneshot #file under my stuff

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galaxystony · 7 years ago

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and THAT’S the tea!

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softspideys · 7 years ago

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Marry You

summary: four times sam asks you to marry him, and one time you say yes

warnings: alcohol, hints of smut i guess

word count: 2.6k

pairings: sam holland x reader

a/n: this has been in my drafts for AGES so here, have some marrying sam feels

“Hey,” Sam mumbled as you dragged him up the stairs. “Hey, hey, wait.”

“What?” you asked worriedly, pausing. “Do you feel okay? Are you gonna throw up?”

“No, I have to ask you somethin’,” Sam said, looking at you with unfocused eyes.

You sighed and continued walking. Sam had indulged in one too many drinks at the party you’d gone to that evening, and of course, it fell to you to take care of him. He was at that state where he still could walk, but was just choosing to lean on you instead.

You’d had a couple drinks yourself, and while you weren’t as drunk as he was, half-carrying your best friend up a flight of stairs wasn’t your ideal way to end the night.

“No, really!” he insisted, resisting you as you tried to keep climbing.

“What?” you demanded, exasperated. “Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

“No!” He frowned at you, trying to be angry, but he looked more like a frustrated toddler. It would’ve been cute if you weren’t so annoyed with him.

“Fine!” you gave in. “But can we at least keep moving?”

Sam thought about it for a second before he nodded, allowing you to start up the stairs again. “So what is it?”

He looked at you seriously for a few seconds before he reached out and tapped your nose. “Boop.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, reaching the top of the stairs at last. You made it to Sam’s room and sat him on his bed, taking off his shoes and socks and jacket for him.

As you did your best to tuck him into bed, he muttered, “Will you marry me?”

You stopped what you were doing, staring down at him. “What did you just say?” you asked faintly, your heart hammering against your chest.

“I said, will you marry me?”

You swallowed hard. “You’re drunk,” you said finally.

“So? I still mean it,” Sam said, squinting up at you with a pout.

“Well, fine. If you remember asking me in the morning, we’ll talk about it then. Deal?”

“Deal,” Sam agreed, yawning. “Nighty night.” He was asleep within seconds.

You shook your head a little before exiting his room, closing the door behind you with a sigh. Of all the people who had to propose to you when drunk, why did it have to be your best friend? More importantly, why did it have to be the best friend you were in love with?

You forced yourself not to take any meaning from it. People did stupid things when they were drunk. Sam was always more affectionate when he got like this. It meant nothing.

But a small part of you still remained hopeful until the next morning, when he asked, “Ugh, my head is killing me. Did I say anything weird last night?”

You looked at him for a few seconds before forcing a smile. “No. Nothing.”

“Marry me,” Sam said weakly when you passed his laptop back to him, having just spent the last half hour editing an essay for him.

You smiled, forcing the butterflies in your stomach to stay down. “Nah. I’m way too good for you, Holland.”

“You are,” he agreed, staring at the screen in amazement. “This is way better than anything I could’ve written. Seriously.”

You shrugged, trying not to look too pleased. “It’s nothing,” you said, stifling a yawn. The two of you had been at the library for hours now, and you were exhausted.

When you looked up from your textbook, Sam was staring at you intently. “What?” you asked, somewhat nervously.

“I just … I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said slowly.

You blinked. “Well … hopefully you never have to find out,” you said, flustered.

He smiled. “Yeah. Hopefully I never do.” He continued to hold your gaze, but his smile faded, a look of concentration replacing it. You were the first to look away, a blush burning your cheeks.

“Um, well, I think we should go, I’m kind of tired,” you said quickly, all too aware of your nervous rambling.

Something was off with Sam, had been for a few days now. His touches were more frequent, his gazes lingering. You didn’t want to put a name to it in case you were wrong, but you could just feel it. There was tension, like a storm was brewing between the two of you.

You went to gather your things and stand up, but he caught your sleeve. “Wait. Can I try something?”

“Try something?” you repeated. “Try what?”

“Just … trust me.”

You nodded wordlessly, and he scooted closer so he was sitting right beside you. You waited, scarcely daring to breathe. He reached out and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, leaving his hand on your cheek. He studied you for what felt like ages, and all you could do was stare back.

Your mind was racing at a million miles per minute, but everything went quiet as soon as Sam leaned in and his lips touched yours.

You’d thought about what it would be like to kiss Sam at least once a day (sometimes more), but actually experiencing it was nothing like you could ever imagine. You knew that kissing your best friend was definitely a big deal, but it didn’t feel like one. It wasn’t earth-shattering or heart-stopping. It felt easy, natural, right.

You probably would’ve stayed like that forever if a stern voice hadn’t interrupted you. “Excuse me.”

You and Sam pulled apart instantly, startled. A librarian was glaring at you. “This is a library, not a school dance,” she said pointedly.

“Sorry,” Sam said, scratching the back of his neck. You felt your face heating up as you mumbled an apology. The librarian glowered at you for a few more seconds before she turned and marched away.

The two of you were quiet for a minute before Sam began to laugh. You joined in, turning and burying your face in his neck. “Sorry,” he said again. “I’ve just been wanting to do that for … a long, long time.”

“That’s okay,” you said, smiling up at him. “I’m really, really glad you did.”

“Look at that,” Sam said as you half-strolled, half-stumbled through the streets of Las Vegas. The two of you had spent the evening at an upscale restaurant and then at the casino, where you actually managed to win a couple hundred dollars at the slot machine.

The victory of the night combined with the amount of drinks you’d consumed made you feel loose and warm, and you wanted nothing more than to get back to the privacy of your hotel room.

You followed his finger. “What, the chapel?”

“Yeah.” He grinned at you. “Think we should get married?”

“Sam, we’re here on our vacation, not our honeymoon.”

“So? It could be both.”

You didn’t even bother trying to dignify that with an answer. You shook your head and made to keep walking, but Sam wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him. “What are you doing?” you said with a laugh.

“Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you,” he sang quietly into your ear. Now he was just playing dirty. Sam knew that if he ever wanted to get you to do anything, all he had to do was sing to you and you’d melt on the spot every time.

“Sam,” you said, leaning your head back onto his shoulder, “come on.”

“I’m so serious,” he said, swaying you back and forth. “Think about it. I could rent a tux, and you could wear … well, exactly what you have on right now is fine with me. And we could just do it.”

“Your parents would be so mad if we got married in Vegas,” you tried to protest, although your willpower was wearing down already. “And so would mine.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but they’d get over it. Come on, baby, what do you say?” He nosed along your neck, pressing kisses to your jaw.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Are you trying to get me into the chapel or your bedroom?”

“Both. Both would be ideal.” He kissed just below your ear and breathed, “I bet you’d look hot in a veil.”

The spell broke and you laughed, pulling away from him. “You almost had me there, Holland. You almost had me.”

He grinned, allowing you to take his hand and start walking again. “It was worth a shot.”

Later that night, as you kissed down his neck, he said, “I meant it, you know.”

You paused, sitting up so you could see his face properly. “Meant what?”

“When I said we should get married.” He gazed up at you, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin as he held onto your hips. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that a person as good and kind as him was actually real, much less actually yours. You had no idea what you’d done to deserve to be looked at the way Sam was currently looking at you, but you were glad you did it.

You didn’t answer for a second, processing his words. Finally, you said, “I know you did.”

“Okay,” Sam said quietly. “Just wanted to make sure.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, deep and lingering. When you pulled back, he had a lazy grin on his face to match yours. “Someday we will,” you murmured. “But it will not be in Vegas.”

Sam nodded, looking at you in a dazed sort of way. “Now,” you said, reattaching your mouth to your favorite spot at the base of his throat, “where were we?”

“Do you think we should get married?” Sam asked.

You raised your eyebrows as you finished doing your hair. “Right this second? Because for someone who’s been complaining about being late for the past twenty minutes now, this is a little –”

“Not right now,” Sam grumbled, and you smirked. “I just meant in general.”

“Well, do you have a ring?”

“No.”

“Not that I’m in this for the money or anything, but I think a ring would be nice.”

“Never mind. Forget I said anything,” Sam muttered sulkily. You sighed and turned off the bathroom light before entering the bedroom, where he was lying on the bed.

You lay down next to him so you were face-to-face. “What’s going on? Why are you so concerned about getting married all of a sudden?” The two of you had just moved in together a few months ago, and while it was going really well, you definitely didn’t think you were ready to get married just yet.

“No reason,” he answered, clearly lying. When you merely looked at him, unimpressed, he groaned. “It’s stupid. You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Maybe,” you said. “We’ll never know unless you tell me.”

Sam flipped you off before giving in. “It’s just, almost all of our friends are already married and having kids. Tom’s married. Harry’s probably gonna be getting married soon. I feel like … I don’t know. Pressured?” He avoided your eyes as he said this. “Told you it was stupid.”

You smiled, reaching out and brushing some hair away from his eyes. “It’s not stupid,” you said. “Sometimes I feel that way too.”

“You do?” A look of relief crossed his face.

“Yeah. But I think if we got married right now because all of our friends are doing it instead of in the future when we’re actually ready, we won’t be very happy. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Sam said with a sigh. “I guess. I just wanna marry you so badly.”

You fought to keep a blush from spreading across your cheeks, but the burning on your face told you it was a fruitless effort. “The feeling’s mutual. Trust me. Just not right now.”

“Okay.” Sam smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Also, are you done in there? Because everyone is probably wondering where we are by now—”

“Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes, standing up with a sigh. “Yes, yes, let’s go.” You pulled him off the bed so you bumped chests.

Sam looked at you, nodding appreciatively. “You look good. Really good.”

“Down, boy,” you said, patting his cheek. “Maybe we can have some fun later.”

“Maybe,” Sam scoffed, grabbing the car keys. “Please. You know you’d never pass up the opportunity to get a piece of this.” He gestured goofily to himself.

You went to go protest, but found you didn’t even really have one. You shrugged as you followed him out. “Can’t argue with that.”

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Sam mumbled as the two of you danced. You had just watched two of your closest friends marry each other and you didn’t think you could be any happier today.

“You’ve told me that like, five times already,” you teased.

“So . . . not enough, then,” Sam said innocently. You smiled and leaned your forehead against his, nudging your noses together in a small Eskimo kiss.

The reception was held outside, under a big white tent decorated with beautiful hanging lights that gave everything around you a warm glow. You felt safe in Sam’s arms, and every time you looked at him it felt like your heart was going to burst. Everything was truly perfect.

“I love you,” you said fondly, keeping your voice low so only he would hear it.

He smiled as the song you were dancing to began to fade out. “Let’s go for a walk,” he answered.

You furrowed your eyebrows but nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you off the dance floor.

The tent was sitting behind a big estate with a pretty green lawn that seemed to stretch on endlessly, a magical place for a wedding. You’d left your shoes at your table, and the grass felt cool and ticklish under your bare feet. The summer night air was warm, but not stifling.

Sam swung your joined hands as you walked. “You’re my best friend in the world, you know that?” he asked, somewhat abruptly.

“Yes,” you said, a little confused. “You’re mine, too.”

The grass you were walking on began to slope downward, creating a small hill that led towards a cluster of trees at the end of the property. Sam stopped, tugging you down so you were sitting beside him. He let go of your hand as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

The two of you didn’t speak for a minute, enjoying the serenity of the moment. Finally, Sam said, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Everything was quiet except for the sound of him rustling around in the pocket of his pants. You had an odd feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t quite place, not unlike the one you’d had right before he had kissed you for the first time.

And then he was holding up a box. A small, black one, with the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen inside, the diamond glistening in the moonlight.

You lifted your head, feeling your jaw drop and your heart start to pound. It felt like you were being hit by a tsunami of emotions—shock, awe, joy, relief—but mostly just love. This was the perfect moment—just the two of you.

“Wanna marry me?” Sam asked. His voice was quiet, but his smile could’ve powered 10,000 suns.

You wanted to laugh, cry, dance, scream. But instead, you merely smiled back and kissed him softly. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

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