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reigningqueenofwords · 6 months ago

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Pairing: past Dean x Reader, past Dean x Allie (OC), past Benny x Reader, Sam x Jess Word count: 2,255

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Final Part of Unholy

Mary knew Holland, and had for years. So, she offered to speak with her that night while Dean worked on your car. You honestly felt that was the best way to go about things. You truly hoped that Mary could get through to her.

Once you locked up, you went to ask Dean what he would like for dinner. “Hey.” You greeted him. He was by your car, getting it on to the lift.

“Hey.” He glanced at you for a moment.

“I’m gonna order dinner so we can eat before you deal with my tires.” You told him. “Any requests? Subs? Pizza? Chinese?”

He thought for a minute. “How’s subs sound? Haven’t had those in a bit. I’ll get their pizza one.”

Smiling, you nodded. “Sounds good.” You turned to go get those ordered.

“I’ll run down the street to get us drinks. What would you like?” He asked, wiping his hands.

“Can you get me a Sprite and an OJ? I like to mix them.” You chuckled.

“Sprite and OJ coming up.” He agreed, going to clean up. He’d leave his coveralls on, not seeing the point in taking them off, just to put them back on. He hoped that the two of you could get to a point where you were friends.

Smiling, you went to go relax at the counter. You’d work on getting things ahead for the following day until the subs arrived. Then you’d be done for the day.

You had just finished eating when Dean got a text. You couldn’t tell who it was from by the look on his face. “Mom talked to Holland.” He told you. “She said that she told her how Allie talked to her about everything that happened, and how Allie was your friend. She also told her that Allie would be very disappointed in Holland’s actions towards you.” He went on, then chuckled. “She ended with the mom voice and telling her she needed to behave before my mom went to speak with Holland’s mom because this would affect the kids.”

That made you laugh. “Yeah, don’t get other mom’s involved.” You shook your head.

“Thankfully all that worked. Holland promised to back off. That she’s still not happy with everything, but the last thing she wants is to upset the kids.”

“I owe your mom some flowers and a thank you card!” You smiled. “Maybe tomorrow after work I’ll go get my car washed and then stop to get her one.”

“I’m gonna powerwash that side of your car. That should take care of that spray paint.” He didn’t want you driving home with your car like that. “Won’t take too long.” He assured you, knowing you’d likely try to refuse.

You nodded. “Alright.” You agreed. That would be one less thing on your mind, at least.

After a few minutes of silence, Dean spoke up. “Did you want to talk names before I go back to working on your tires?” He offered, taking the last bite of his sub.

“How about we each make a list, and then tomorrow after the kids are in bed we can call and talk about them? Unless you already have a list.”

He looked a bit bashful. “I have a couple in mind, actually.” He admitted.

You were a bit surprised. “Yeah? Can I hear them?”

He pulled up his notes app where he’d been putting them as they came to mind. “Clara, Jane, Daisy, and Alice.” He looked to you.

“Those are really cute names!” You grinned. “Not gonna lie…Clara Jane sounds like a good name.” You said truthfully. “The names I like are Grace, Sophia, Penelope…Yes, like from my favorite show. You cannot fault me. She’s amazing.” You chuckled. “And then Emma.”

Dean thought those names over, putting different name combinations together. “Isn’t Penelope from that serial killer show you watched with Allie?” He asked after a moment. You nodded. “Penny is a cute nickname for that.” He mused. “I’m digging either the Clara Jane or maybe Penelope Grace. Those right now are the top two.”

You pulled out your phone to write those down. “I think both would sound good with ‘Winchester’, too. Only reason I avoided ‘w’ names.” You chuckled. Seeing the shocked look on his face, you tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s gonna be a Winchester?” He asked, voice quiet.

“Of course. I can tell you’re a great dad, and you didn’t run for the hills when you found out I’m pregnant.” It was easy for you to decide that.

He looked emotional. “Thank you. I’d been wondering, honestly.” He downed the last of his soda.

You gave him a soft smile. “Of course.”

After that night, you were invited to weekly dinners at the Winchester’s house, feeling more and more welcome as time went on. You’d even had Dean and the kids over a couple times to have pizza and a movie night at your apartment. Layla looked more and more like Allie as time went on, as well. She loved to ask you to brush her hair when she saw you, and you had no objections.

You and Dean were friends, and nothing more. If you were honest with yourself, he was your best friend. Garth and Cas become like your family, as well. When you were 8 months pregnant, Mary threw you a baby shower at their house. The guys were there, and so was your mom. It was the first time your mother was meeting the rest of them. You were nervous as all hell. She knew the truth of what had happened, and you didn’t know how she’d be with Dean.

Everyone was having a good time and you realized that you couldn’t see you mom…or Dean. “Great.” You groaned. Hopefully your mom hadn’t dragged him off to yell at him or something. Just as you were about to go check the backyard, you saw them coming back. Your mother patted his cheek lovingly and you chuckled. Clearly, your mother liked Dean. You went over to your mother when Dean went to talk to John who was refilling the cooler. “Mom, please tell me you were nice to Dean.”

“I just wanted to make sure he was going to keep up the whole ‘being sweet’ thing for you.” She smiled. “And I approve.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “You approve of him being my friend?” You chuckled.

She dramatically rolled her eyes. “That boy loves you, and I know it.” She shrugged, sipping her drink.

“Please don’t, mom.” You sighed. “It’s only been three months since Allie and Benny passed, and do you forget that he cheated on her with me? What’s to say that wouldn’t happen again?” Your voice was low. “So please, don’t meddle.” You asked her, clearly ending the conversation. “Just enjoy the baby shower.”

You worked until you were 38 weeks pregnant, and then you opted to take some time off. Thankfully you still got paid, which was a huge help. It was one less thing for you to worry about. It did mean you felt somewhat bored most days. Not having to go into work left your days wide open. You hoped you had her on time because that would mean you had her to look after.

However, come 41 weeks pregnant, you were still very much pregnant. And very much over it. Every day you took a walk after dinner, having been told that could help. You also continued to go to the weekly dinners at the Winchesters. You adored the kids, and played cards or board games with them whenever they asked.

“Are you okay?” David asked you as he sat next to you at dinner. “You made a funny face.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You assured him. Until you made a face a few minutes later. “Okay, maybe I’m not.” You breathed. “I think I’m going into labor.” You looked at Dean, scared. You’d never done this before!

“Alright, Dean, bring Y/N to her apartment. Relax there until contractions are about 5 minutes apart.” Mary spoke up. “The kids can stay here.” She added. Although she knew Dean had done all this with Allie, his mind was likely in a very different place. The last time he brought her to the hospital…she didn’t make it out.

Dean nodded, quickly getting up to help you up. “We’ll drive your car, okay?” He told you.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “Bye, guys.” You waved at the kids.

“Bye!” They waved. Did they know they were getting another sister?

Once back at your place, you went to sit on the couch and paused. “Can you get me a folded towel to sit on? Just in case?” You asked him, watching him rush to find one. “Thank you.” You watched him get it set up for you and then helped you sit.

“Do you have a hospital bag packed and a diaper bag?” He asked, wanting things ready to go when you told him it was time. He was doing his best not to let panic take over, wanting to remain calm for you.

“They’re both in my room in her crib.” You told him. “Sit down. Relax. There’s nothing you can do for me right now.” You said gently as he paced the living room. “She’ll let us know when it’s time to go to the hospital.” Holding out your hand for him, you also wanted to remain calm for him. Four months ago he was in the same spot with Allie, and he didn’t know that he’d lose her. You couldn’t fathom what was going through his head at the moment.

Mary was plating up breakfast the next morning for the kids when she got a text. Putting down the pan that held the cheesy scrambled eggs, she quickly looked. It was a group text from Dean. “Penelope Grace Winchester. 8:01am, 21 inches long, 7 lbs 3 oz.” He sent with a picture of her sleeping.

She instantly replied, gushing over how cute she was. Hearing Ethan fuss, she went to scoop him up. He instantly quieted, making her chuckle to herself. He just really wanted to be held. She kissed his forehead and finished serving breakfast one handed. She loved her grandkids, and looked forward to being there for Penelope, too.

It was a whirlwind when you brought her home. Mary had surprised you with some freezer meals so you didn’t really have to cook, which was a massive help. She also told you if you’d like, she could bring Ethan and Layla over some days to keep you company. Those days, she cuddled Penny as much as she could.

Before you knew it, it was time for you to go back to work. Penny was three months old, and you were all but pouting. Dean was over with Ethan while John and Mary took the older kids to Chuck E. Cheese for dinner. You couldn’t wait for Xander and David to tell you all about it. “I’m so used to being around her that I don’t know how I’m gonna last all day without seeing that little face.” You told him as he fed her. You were holding Ethan who was contently watching you.

“I actually thought about that…” He smiled at you.

“I can’t stay home any more.” You chuckled. “I need to work.” You reminded him. “And she needs to eat.”

He stuck his tongue out at you. “Bring her to work. You have that baby carry Cas got you, right?” You simply nodded. “She’s not mobile just yet, and it’s not like the shop is all that loud. Just bring her carrier, diaper bag, and swing.” He suggested. “I happen to know the owner would be totally okay with that being the solution.”

You looked down at Ethan and made a face at him before looking back to Dean. “And plan to find a daycare when she’s more mobile?” That seemed a bit more feasible.

“Oh, no.” He didn’t like that idea. “That’s when we get a playpen for behind the counter and give her some toys.” He said like it was the easiest thing in the world. “We’ll make it work.” He promised.

And you had made it work. Penny was a fixture in the shop most days of the week. Some days Mary and John wanted time with all their grandkids and would come get her. You never argued. You’d met Sam, Jess, and their two kids early that summer. You’d been beyond nervous, but it soon occurred to you that you had no reason to be. Sam took to both Ethan and Penny, easily carrying both infants around the yard as the older kids all played.

You and Jess hit it off right away, as well. In many ways, she reminded you of Allie. While the guys played with the kids, you and her sat with the babies in the shade. She told you a bunch of stories about Dean, about Allie, and the group as a whole.

When they left, you and Jess exchanged numbers, wanting to stay in touch. “I was a bit worried how awkward things would be…when Sam explained the entire situation about you and Dean.” Jess told you softly. “But there was none. You two are great together. I’m still upset about him being a dick, but doesn’t mean I don’t want him happy in the long run.”

You blushed. “We’re not together.” You corrected her.

She smirked. “Yet.” She teased before hugging you.

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 3 months ago

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Glee OCs Masterlist [A-K]

Name: Alaska Devon

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Noah Puckerman

Quote: And you know damn well, for you I would ruin myself a million little times.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Madison Iseman

Name: Audrey Clay

Pronouns: she/her

Story: The Band And I

LI: TBD

Quote: Love yourself, girl, or nobody will.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Barbie Ferreira

Name: Benjamin Evans

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Untitled

LI: TBD

Quote: Any you've got a smile that can light up this whole town.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Kit Connor

Name: Carina Fabray

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Rachel Berry

Quote: The very idea that you're too kind, too sensitive, too emotional, too enthusiastic, too loving is bat-shit preposterous.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Aimee Lou Wood

Name: Chrissy Chamberlain

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Tina Cohen-Chang

Quote: I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Peyton List

Name: Christine Schuester

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Coming Of Age

LI: Finn Hudson; Quinn Fabray; eventual Quinn Fabray & Sam Evans

Quote: I am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and I love her more than I have ever loved anyone.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Maisie Peters

Name: Connie Sanchez

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Edge Of Great

LI: Marley Rose

Quote: It's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain, raising your voice to the rain.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Madison Reyes

Name: Cosette Chamberlain

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Cooper Anderson

Quote: Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize everywhere.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Tilly Keeper

Name: Dahlia Jones

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Brittany Pierce

Quote: She was sunshine, I was midnight rain.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: China Anne Mcclain

Name: Dorothy Berry

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Mercedes Jones

Quote: I'm so tired of being the girl I am.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Emma Mackey

Name: Dulcie Klempt

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: TBD

Quote: The seats are empty, the theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting?

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Kristine Froseth

Name: Ellie Duke

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Coming Of Age; [Multi]

LI: N/A

Quote: When you grow up, you should be just like you.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Abby Ryder Fortson

Name: Elliott Walker

Pronouns: he/him

Story: True Colors

LI: Rory Flanagan

Quote: I want to be great or nothing.

Pinterest: X

FC: Tom Holland

Dance Team: Charlie Fenlon - Duncan Dayrell - Gigi Collier - Hannah Gloss - Lau Reed - Louis Aster - Midge Beryl - Rosamund Gaulett

Name: Emmett Dove

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Untitled

LI: Waverly Jones

Quote: Even in my worst times you could see the best of me.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Nicholas Galitzine

Name: Garreth Duke

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Coming Of Age; [Multi]

LI: Emma Pillsbury

Quote: Be the reason someone feels welcomed, seen, heard, valued, loved and supported.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Paul Rudd

Name: Honey Hayes

Pronouns: she/her & they/them

Story: The Band And I

LI: TBD

Quote: I am bitter. I am seventeen. I am searching for the exit.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Sophie Thatcher

Name: Jake Berry

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Untitled

LI: Blaine Anderson

Quote: Be gentle with me. I'm more delicate than I look.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Felix Mallard

Name: Jean St James

Pronouns: she/her

Story: The Rose Song

LI: Various Shitty Boyfriends; Tilly Mist

Quote: How silly of me to forget that I am the love of my life.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Olivia Rodrigo

Name: Jennifer Glynn

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Linda Berry

Quote: How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

Pinterest: TBD

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Name: Kathleen Bao

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Artie Abrams

Quote: Just because my dreams are different than yours doesn't mean they're unimportant.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Lana Condor

Name: Kaylee Hummel

Pronouns: she/her

Story: Untitled

LI: Sam Evans

Quote: Gonna find the strength, find the melody, 'cause you showed me how to do it.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Danielle Rose Russell

Name: Kipp Hudson

Pronouns: he/him

Story: Untitled

LI: Noah Puckerman; Brittany Pierce; endgame Mike Chang

Quote: Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk. She says I began to sing long before I could talk.

Pinterest: TBD

FC: Milo Manheim

#masterlist #glee masterlist #greta's blog worldbuilding

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 2 years ago

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To Raise Children: Chapter 30

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series Masterlist

OC List

Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: Tom talks to him mom about you and the boys

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

A/n: It's been months I know. But hopefully the next chapter should come out sooner can't promise it.

Tom walks into his parents home. He kicks off his shoes before walking into the living room where his mom was sitting.

"Hey mum." He smiles at her.

"Tom dear! I didn't hear you come in." She sits up. "How are you?"

"Im good. Are Sam and Harry still coming for dinner too?" He says sitting next to her.

"Yes they are. They're gonna be a little later. How is Y/n?" Nikki asks smiling.

"She's good she's visiting family right now so I haven't talk to her yet. I hate the time differences." He says leaning back on the couch. "Mom I love her. She's just amazing, mum. She's kind, she's funny, she's so beautiful. She's an amazing mum too! I love her sons too, they're so much like her! Flynn he read to me! He's not even in first grade yet he's so smart, and Felix he is great at drawing! He drew spiderman and it was so good! I have a photo of it on my phone" Nikki has an amused smile on her face as she listens to him. She can't wait to meet you or the twins.

"You really love them don't you?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?" He laughs.

"Your eyes lit up when I asked about her. You're also bragging about those boys, it's sweet. I can't wait to meet them they must be very special."

"They are mum. I've never felt this way before about a woman. I think she's the one." He looks at her with a giddy grin.

"Im happy for you dear, I can't wait to meet her. And her sons, I've always wanted grandkids. You've been taking a while too." Nikki chuckles

"You have four kids Im not the only one who can give you grandkids."

"You are the oldest though you've had the most time."

"Yeah."

"But seriously when will I get to meet them." She smiles.

"I don't know I want to fly them here maybe as a Christmas gift but she still wants to keep me separate from the twins so maybe next summer if I don't have any projects."

"Okay, me and your dad really are happy for you."

"Thank you mum." He smiles looking down at his phone when he heard it ding. It was you, you sent him a photo of the twins and Amelia at brunch. He replies before showing the photo to his mom. "This one is Flynn you can tell cause his eyebrows are thicker than Felix's and Felix has bigger ears. The little girl is their sister, Amelia."

"Awe." She smiles looking at the photo. "They're so precious."

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You were finally home. You sat the bags on the floor as the boys ran past you to the backyard. You sigh and go to the couch flopping down on it. You look towards the window the boys are playing on their playset. You pull your phone out texting your dad letting him know you got home safely before doing the same to Tom. Tom responds almost immediately says that's good. It's about 7pm here so it's about midnight there in London. You're not surprised hes aware hes been staying up late to talk to you since you became official. He calls you right as you start writing a response.

"How was the flight? Were the boys better this time?"

"It was alright, yeah they were great this time. Luckily this time we didn't wake up early and we got dinner right before the flight so they weren't cranky."

"That's good."

"How was dinner with your parents?" You ask looking out the window.

"Good."

"That's good." You say.

"Where's the boys?"

"The backyard playing. I don't know how but they have so much energy." You say taking a deep breath.

"Is it dark over there yet?"

"No they have maybe an hour or so." You says standing up and going to the back door. You could barely see them through the window of their playset.

"So you have time to talk!" Tom says you can't see it but he's grinning.

"Isn't it late for you? You should get to bed."

"No I wanted to talk to you about something actually." He says, "so you know how I told you I'm going to take a break from taking roles for a little while? Well I was thinking maybe I could get an apartment close to you. I've been thinking about applying for duel citizen ship anyway with how much I'm in America anyway."

"Really? You want to move out here?" You whispers looking outside to make sure the twins weren't listening.

"Yeah. It probably won't be till after Christmas though. But I do still want to come down for the boy's birthday."

"It would be nice having you close. And my dad will be back and able to babysit by then." You mention absentmindedly. "I'd like it but it's up to you."

"Okay."

"Uh I should go I need to get the boys asleep but I can call you back after?" You say.

"Yeah sure. Bye darling."

"Bye."

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ao3feed-friendsofspiderman · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓

by popqxeen

WHERE THE avengers and the three different Peter Parker's watch how much of hero their girlfriends could be even when is something they did not want to do to begin with. A true tale of how you don't need any powers or any experience in the field to become a hero. Well a reluctant one.

❨ marvel cinematic universe x transformers ❩

❨ michelle jones x peter parker oc!mj x andrew!peter parker oc!mj x tobey!peter parker ❩

Words: 1196, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Transformers - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Betty Brant, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sam Witwicky, Mikaela Banes, Bumblebee (Transformers)

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s), Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones & Original Female Character(s), Michelle Jones & Mary Jane Watson

Additional Tags: Protective Peter Parker, Jealous Peter Parker, Michelle Jones is a Little Shit, MJ is mj, watching the movies, MJ's time for hero arc

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46959817

#Peter Parker #Michelle Jones #Ned Leeds #FOS #fanfic

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samhollanddd · 5 years ago

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Look at that beautiful boy

#sam holland x oc #sam holland x reader #sam holland #tom holland #harrison osterfield #harry holland #nikki holland #spiderman

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ohholyfanfics · 7 years ago

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Prompt #7 Hight difference kisses, where one person has to lean down and the other has to stand on their tippy toes.

A/N: This was requested for both Cody Christian and Sam Holland. I just feel like this idea is too cute and fluffy to not use for both..

Cupping her cheeks lightly he leaned down lightly brushing his lips against her, before feeling her hands grip tightly onto his biceps as her lips pressed tightly against his. She sighed softly basking in the glory of the soft kiss she had grown addicted too, the same kiss that sent her heart into a frenzy. Pulling away slightly, she placed a soft kiss on his clothed chest.

“Ready to go?” he breathed bending down to brush his lips against hers for one more kiss. Nodding her head, she rested back on her feet as he smiled down at her. At that moment his heart swelled with pride and joy as an overwhelming feeling came over him. She was easily six inches or so shorter than he was, and right now, he found their height difference to be quite comical but nonetheless perfect. He felt as if he was towering over her 5′2 figure.

“What’s so funny..” she smiled softly as she stood on her toes wrapping her arms around his neck. Looking down at her feet, he smiled widely tugging her closer.

“Us.”

Looking up into his eyes, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Really? How so?”

“Guess, I never really noticed out height difference and it just hit me. Makes me feel freakishly tall for some reason.”

Looking down at their feet, she flushed slightly as she looked back into his sparkling eyes. “Slope of the sand,” she mumbled between soft kisses. “It’s not like I shrunk overnight..” she finished with a wink.

“Okay that would be funny..”

Rolling her eyes she placed one more kiss on his lips before freeing herself from his needy hands. “Ready to go?”

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desperate4friends · 7 years ago

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sam holland is so underrated rt if you agree

#sam holland #sam holland imagine #sam holland x you #sam holland x reader #sam holland x oc #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x oc #tom holland x you #harry holland #harry holland imagine #harry holland x you #harry holland x reader #harry holland x oc

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stardust-revengers · 7 years ago

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Harry: You see this arm? It’s actually shorter than my other arm, but you can’t tell. Especially when I twirl them like this.

Harrison: I’m lactose intolerant.

Tom: I’m OBNOXIOUS.

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peteparkre · 7 years ago

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first date

summary: first date during a cold, snowy day in new york

word count: 1.4k

type of writing: one-shot

pairing: sam holland x reader

warnings: nothing much

author’s note: this is heLLA long and in lowercase because i didn’t want to change it??? i thought it was going to be a blurb but then oops

also: y/f/n stands for your friend’s name || y/f/c stands for your favorite color

knocks on the door was the sound that rang through the house while you sat on the couch, reading. your hair was up in a ponytail, matching with a loose, white sweater that your roommate had lended you. the black, ripped jeans you wore while picking up the groceries earlier this morning still covered your legs. your head perked up to the noise and you got out of your sitting position, placing the book onto the coffee table in front of you. your hand slinked around the metal of the doorknob as you opened the worn, wooden door, letting the cold, new york breeze in.

in front of you stood sam in a dark blue, navy, heavy jacket, paired with black jeans and all black nikes that tom lended him. speaking of tom, he was out with (y/f/n) at the mall, getting early christmas gifts for his family at home in london. sam was bored being home (well, hotel) alone. since he was bored, he decided to visit the girls’ apartment.

he didn’t know that (y/f/n) and tom were out together. tom just left the hotel room with, “going out to the mall down the street!” and shut the door. sam didn’t question it, since his brother was always going out somewhere, alone or not. so when he knocked, he expected her to open the door, tell him to come in, and offer him a cup of tea.

what he clearly didn’t expect was the pretty girl in front of him, you, to open the door for him. his face showed the tiniest bit of shock; the only reason why he wanted to see (y/f/n) first was to ask her if he could ask you out on a first date, a simple walk in the park near your home.

“u-uh, hi,” he says, an awkward smile etching onto his face. what am i going to say now?

“hi sam,” you reply, leaning on the door. he scratches the back of his neck, looking down because he felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. your eyebrows raise, a confused expression on your face to why he was acting a little nervous. “s-sam?”

“h-huh? o-oh, sorry, i, erm, wanted to a-ask if you wanted to g-go out with me?” he stuttered, another wave of heat flushing his face. you giggled.

“yeah, sure. do you want to go o-out now? ‘cause i, uh, can go now? hold on, do you want to come inside? where do you want to-” you rambled, not knowing when to stop talking, which was kinda a downfall into helping this conversation. you mentally slapped yourself, attaching a note to your brain that told you to prepare yourself the next time a boy asked you out.

“yes, please. uh, i was thinking the park? the one down the nearby? (y/f/n) said that was one of your favorite places,” he said, minimal stuttering when he spoke this time. he walked inside, kicking off his shoes, settling to sit down on the arm chair of the couch. your eyes widened.

“(y-y/f/n)? oh, so you’ve been talking to her?” you spoke. gosh darn it. sam nods, his auburn hair shaking a little, making your heart hitch a little. it was true, he had been asking about you lately, one of the things that he normally did when tom gave him her number. a couple days ago, she had received multiple texts from sam telling her that he’d really like to get to know you more.

unknown:

hi! this is sam, tom’s brother from the coffee shop

this is (y/f/n) right???

(y/f/n):

yeah

hi btw

sam:

i was wondering what (y/n)’s favourite colour was?

and where her favourite place to go is here in ny??

(y/f/n):

i can answer those

her favorite color’s (y/f/c) and she likes to go to the park near our house frequently bc of all the dogs there

and bc it’s snowing now and she really likes snow?? we’re from california idk why lol

sam:

thanks (y/f/n)

yesterday, he decided that he was going to prepare a tiny speech about how he was going to ask you out, but that’s all in the rubbish bin as if now. you shut the door quietly, gazing out of the window to see that the snowflakes were starting fall from the clouds. sam’s eyes were covered with adoration on how the snow’s reflection made little shadows cross your face every once in a while, making your expression like it was a movie.

you decided to stop looking out the window, facing sam’s brown colored eyes. it took a millisecond until he realized that you had caught him and he looked down at the gray hardwood floor. he heard you chuckle before you sat down on the gray love seat on the left hand-side of the couch, your light footsteps making his ears drum because he was so nervous.

“so, on that note of you asking me to go to the lovely park outside,” you say, playing with your thumbs. “it’s snowing, so let’s go now?”

he nodded, glad that you accepted his offer. he grabbed your thick, black jacket that was hanging on the coat hanger near the door. he opened it up so you could fit your arms into the hooded jacket, a pink tint grazing your face. getting your phone from the coffee table, you chose on wearing your pair of black and white high-top vans, tying it up quickly so you could get into the date quicker.

it took only a few moments to get to the elevator and walk outside; the sidewalk covered in white snow as it continued falling. you both walked to the direction of the park, hands in the pockets of your jackets. when you got to your destination, the park was close to empty; only some people chatting at the benches, grabbing coffees and churros at the stands, or one person taking pictures of the snow falling. you took the lead, walking in front of sam. he followed quickly behind you.

“so,” you start, looking around at the leafless trees. “does it get this cold in london?”

“yeah, it get’s cold when it’s not snowing, actually,” he replies, his breath visible.

“nice,” you whisper. “i really want to go there,”

“you do?” sam asks. you nod, looking up at him. you always have. ever since you were a child, all you wanted to do was go there, but school kept you from going to a different country. (y/f/n) has been, when she was fifteen, but that was the only time that she went. you both moved to new york because of nyu, the university that you guys decided to go to together.

“it’s pretty nice there,” he commented.

“it should be,” you smile. “it’s england.”

he laughs, a sound that was music to your ears. you both were face to face now, his breath visible in the air, so was yours. his eyes kept flickering between your lips and your eyes, not deciding which ones to keep his eyes on. he leaned in, so did you.

it happened at the perfect moment: the kiss. it was soft, his lips tasting like cold water and vanilla chapstick. you assumed that the cold water was because of the numerous snowflakes that had fallen onto him during your walk, only you noticing because you couldn’t stop staring at his pretty face. it ended as quickly as it started.

“that was...nice,” he whispered, his hand rising to stroke your now rosy colored cheeks.

“yeah,” you whispered back. “it was nice,”

you arrived back at your apartment when the sun was setting, sam decided that he should treat you to a hot beverage from the stand that was in the middle of the park, then going for another round of walking around the park again. this time, however, you both were holding hands.

you shut the door quietly, knowing that your roommate was probably exhausted from walking around different stores the whole day. you removed your coat, getting your phone out of the pocket and placing it next to your book. the light turned on in the kitchen revealing your best friend, who was smiling at you.

“how was your date?” she asks, leaning onto the island countertop.

“great,” you say. “how’d you know about it?”

“oh, sam texted me when he got into the car to go here,” she walked over to you. “it must’ve went smoothly then, ‘cause you’re smiling like an idiot.”

your rolled your eyes. “thanks, (y/f/n). real help,”

“you’re welcome,” she said before walking to her room, shutting the door. you were now fiddling with the couch’s thread.

i am smiling like an idiot.

tags: @peterplanet

#sam holland #sam holland imagine #sam holland x reader #my writings #sam holland x y/n #sam holland x you #sam holland x oc

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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 3 years ago

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Swing | Tom Holland

You are Tom Holland's girlfriend and on set to see Tom and Zendaya film the Post-Credit scene for Spiderman : Far from home. You get jealous when you see, Zendaya clinging on to Tom while they swing. When Tom gets to know, he has a plan in mind.

Warnings : Fighting. A place that i made up. Slight hint of smut. Making out. Moaning. Mostly Fluff, don't worry. I think its short. Don't judge, use your imagination for a bit.

Containing : Fluff, angst.

Pairing : You and Tom Holland.

"...And Action!!"

You knew she didn't mean it. It was just her job, and she was getting paid for it. But the not-so familiar anger was boiling in you. You wanted to get it out as soon as possible, so that it doesn't get into your head. So you don't get mad, and probably risk it all. You were here for only one thing. To see your boyfriend act on a real set, and watch him act as the Spiderman, the role he was so proud of. You were so bloody proud of him, he had gotten into the Marvel Franchise, so many fans loving him out there. You honestly couldn't be more proud of your Tom.

Your Tom.

Oh god, stop it.

The scene they were shooting included MJ clinging on to Peter, so that he could hold her while they swing through the streets of Queens for their first official date. You shrugged it off, playing it cool when Tom told you, and teased you that you would be jealous. You really thought you would be fine. But right now, you were totally not fine.

Zendaya was a good friend of yours, and you know she wouldn't try anything with Tom. You knew she liked him as the annoying and cute little co-worker she had to work with. And Tom loved you. Oh how much he loved you. So, you didn't want to ever let him think that you doubting him.

But you weren't doubting him, you were possessive.

And between all the cuddles and kisses, it never crossed your mind that Tom will have to kiss other women in the films and projects he works in. But you were alright with it. It was fine. It was going to be fine.

"And cut!"

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard the director yell. Tom and Zendaya laughed after, and said their goodbyes as he headed towards you. He took pulled his Spiderman mask off, and smiled as he ran towards you. You smiled back, but you knew your heart had sunk, and you also knew that Tom would know it. But you tried your best, and genuinely smiled. "Hey love!"

"Hey spider-boy!" You said cheekily.

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. You put your hand on his neck as he pulled you close by your waist, and you both kissed deeply. You took in his honey, homey smell, and your hand went through his beautiful brown curls. "Hey! We agreed on no intense PDA!!" Jacob yelled. You both pulled back, breathless. Everybody was looking at you both, and Tom silently whined and buried his neck in your neck as he noticed Jake Gyllenhaal smirking at him. You chuckled at him. "Shut up, Jacob."

.....

You were sitting in the car next to Tom, in the passenger seat, as he drove back to your house. It was 6 o'clock and the streets were busy with people with jobs and work trying to head back home to their families.

"So, that scene was bloody cool, right?"

"Yeah."

"I mean did you see me swing around the pole? That was awesome. And 'daya was so great, you know? She was like, perfect. I mean, she didn't even slip off, the scene was perfect!!"

"yeah, it was good."

Your heart rate went up when you realized that Tom had noticed your poor mood at the time. He noticed your face. Your eyes were drooped down as you watched the purple sky turning into dark blue, there were wrinkles on your forehead, but not like the cute ones when you're concentrating on something, but like you're upset about something. Your cheeks were down, so were the corner of your lips. He exhaled shortly as he understood something was up.

Tom took a sudden turn. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see, darling."

He stopped and parked infront of the firefly garden, the place you both came to when you want to talk, or just sit in silent. It was the only place where there was a guarantee that you won't be chased by reporters or paparazzi, and you both will be able to take a breath.

Tom exhaled and turned towards you, and took your hands. "Something's bothering you." It wasn't a question, it was rather a statement. He didn't need to ask you, he knew you too well. For all the 7 and a half months that you've been dating, Tom has been the most wonderful boyfriend, and you knew the pain of guilt in your chest you were going to feel if you tell him the truth.

"Don't bother lying."

Just like he could read your mind. You chuckled, and moved towards him as you hid your head in his broad chest. "Its embarrassing and silly."

"Well, you'll just have to tolerate a little taunting from me if thats the situation." He said as he stroked your head. You nuzzled your head more into his chest as you sighed. "I know you're just doing your job, but its not like you have to hold her so tight..I mean does she have to cling so tightly to your neck!? I mean i'm not getting angry, and i know she isn't meaning it, but its not method acting! S-she can just slightly keep her hands on you!.."

"Love-"

"And why is it that they have to tell her to keep her head nuzzled in your neck!! I mean you can just keep your heads away from each other and still look like you're in love!..I mean you're freakin' actors its what you do.."

You exhaled out loudly as you held tightly onto his chest. You didn't have the courage to get up and look at him, but you could practically feel him smirking and hear his thoughts. You feel his chest rumble a bit when he tries to stifle his laugh. You felt embarrassed and punched his arm. "Hey!"

"Quit laughing, you git!"

"Oh c'mon! Its cute when you're jealous!" He grins as your cheeks turn red and you try to look away. "M' not jealous!"

"Yes, Love, yes you are."

You feel anger bursting in you, as more upsetting thoughts entered your head. Your boyfriend was laughing at you. You looked around insecurely, but Tom didn't notice. He was giggling. "I can't believe you're jealous! And over all that, you're jealous of 'daya!!"

You felt little under his big and loud laugh.

But you slightly smiled for him. "Yeah, sorry." You whispered. "Come on! I'm starving." He said, smiling. But he looked at you as you stared out at the window your eyes still sad. "Hey, are you okay?"

You looked at him and nodded.

.....

All the way ride home, Tom kept giggling and laughing as you looked outside the window. "God! Its so cold in here." He kept glancing at you. But you didn't bother to notice him. You were too busy looking out in the city, traffic everywhere, the sun setting in the west, as students came along their bikes. "You wanna slide next to me?" Tom asked. But you just hummed indicating to say no.

And if he looked closely, did he just see you move away from him?

Something was still wrong. He could tell, and also he knew that it wasn't about Zendaya or the scene, no, it was something else.

He pulled in the driveway of his apartment. Even though the movie was named 'Far From Home' it was actually just 20 minutes from his. "H-hey, we're home.." He told you, but you wouldn't budge. His eyebrows got scrunched up together as he slowly tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped and were startled at the touch. You were interrupted from your mind-numbing overthinking. It was the moment Tom realized that you weren't looking outside, you were rather busy in your thoughts.

You both got home, you went straight to get a shower, not a word to Tom. He was confused by your acting, and wanted to confront you, again. But he wanted to check on you. He wanted this night to go smoothly, and then he would ask you.

You came out of the bathroom to be met with the most delicious smell of popcorn. You took a deep breath and exhaled. You put on your oversized hoodie and some shorts and went out. Tom had put on Tangled, your favourite disney movie. You smiled as you saw him make the sofa comfortable for you, big and fluffy cushions along with the most cuddly blankets. There were skittles and chocolate ice-cream, with popcorn and cheetos. "Hey, Love.."

Tom came and kissed your forehead, he took your hands swiftly and lead you to the sofa. You giggled at him being lovey-dovey. "What?"

"Nothing." You said and smiled at him. "No please tell me," You looked at him confusion visible on your face. "Something happened? Didn't it? You're still down." He gestured vaguely. You looked at him with slight smile on your face, you leaned in and kissed his cheek lovingly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I just didn't like the way you, um.."

You hesitated. Tom sighed and kissed your lips, he deepened at pulled you closer by the waist. Tom pulled back and rested his forehead on yours and sighed. "I'm sorry."

You took his neck in your hands and looked in his warm brown eyes. "Its alright. It just made me upset. Please don't do that again,"

"I won't I promise." He replied back to you and kissed your forehead again. Little did you know that Tom was cooking up a surprise for you.

.....

"Is it ready??" Tom was excited and hella nervous. He wasn't sure whether you'll like it or not. After that night, he understood that laughing at your girlfriend is not a nice thing to do, or as Zendaya said as she swatted him on the head, and I quote, his action was stupid as fuck, and she wished to hit him in the head with a tool that builds up buildings. When she saw Tom's confused face she sighed and swatted him again as she said 'bricks'.

"Would you calm down, dude? Its going to be perfect!" Jacob yelled.

Tom panted as he ran from one place to another. He wanted it to be more than perfect, like you. "Are you going to wear the suit?!"

"I can't find--"

Suddenly the red and blue cloth landed on his face as he halted. He took it off and he saw Zendaya infront of him, with her hands on her waist. "You mess this up, I'm coming for you." Tom put his hands up in surrender. "Um..guys, do any of ya'll own a bullet?" Everyone nodded 'no'. "Any chance an Olive Green Royal Enfield Bullet doesn't belong to Y/n?"

Now was a time to really panic.

"Guys!!! Y-You have to go!"

"Calm down! We're going! Jacob quick!"

Everyone was scurrying off, as Tom looked at them. Panic had flooded his mind, and he was quickly hiding the spiderman suit but failing miserably. But he's got his buddies. "God! Can't you do one thing right?!"

"Harrison!!!!"

"Sorry man! Zendaya's got in my head," He shakes his head, "Good luck man, okay? She loves you."

Tom nodded at him and looked towards the entrance. His heart was doing flips and he just wanted to see you and kiss you, honestly. He ran out to meet you as you were keeping your helmet on your bulllet's handle. You were wearing a classic flannel over one of your white T-backs. "Hey Love!!" You turned your head to look at the idiot you fell in love with.

You honestly didn't know what this was. It was wednesday night. A random evening out somewhere...familiar. It felt kind of familiar. The twists and turns you took to get here felt really familiar. And you think one of the turns you took were so instinctive, like you've been here before. "Hey! Where are we? You said this was a date night! What did you plan, Tom?"

"Woahh, calm down with the questions, Honey. Its a surprise remember?" You groaned. "But you know I don't like surprises!"

"But you like being a part of planning them" Tom teased you. "Because its fun to see the reaction of the person thats receiving the surprise!" You said giddily, as Tom grinned. He kissed your cheek and told you to keep your eyes closed. "You keepin' them closed?"

"Yes! Tom i'm getting impati--"

Tom gently took your hands from your eyes and kissed them as you opened your eyes. The lights lit as you looked at the place, and you gasped as you saw your boyfriend in his spiderman suit as he swung around you with one hand out pointing at the set up he did for you. It was the Spider man : Far From Home set. The sets were up, and you looked around. Everything was perfect. He did this for you.

"T-Tom this i-is, I-I..."

"All for you."

"B-But"

"Shut up and enjoy this." He said quickly and came down as he pulled his mask down. He came towards you and pulled you flushed towards him, and kissed you. He pulled you more closer by the waist, if that's even possible, as he kissed you more deeply and passionately. You slid your hands from his waist to his chest and then up his neck to his curls that you loved so much. You tugged at them harshly as Tom slid his tongue over your lower lip. He growled into your mouth as he held you by waist more possessively and pulled you up. You whimpered slightly as you felt his tongue sliding past your pink lips. "Tom...." You moaned. You both didn't want to pull back, but Tom wanted to go along the plan.

"Don't worry, we're going to continue that back home." He growled into your ear as you blushed and bit your lip.

He took you around the set, swinging as if he was really spiderman, and as if it was really a city. Then he took a sudden turn, and you halted as you ran where he went. "Tom, where did you-Wow."

"Hey, darling."

He came behind you and slid his arms around your waist. The view was beautiful, the moon was shining as you saw the stars sparkling above the buildings. "Isn't this the building where in homecoming you stopped and ate a sandwich?"

"Best sandwiches in New York." He said and you chuckled. "So how are we getting up there, is there a lift here or--"

Suddenly Tom lifted you up as you squealed and screamed. "You ready?" He whispered in your ear. "Ready for what--AHH!!"Tom swung you around, and you held on tight to him as you screamed his ear off and covered your eyes by hiding your face in his neck. "Cmon, Love, enjoy the ride! Open your eyes! Please for me."

You finally opened your eyes but still kept your forehead against his cheek. "Shhh, come on. Look at the view!" You reluctantly pulled back, and then looked upfront. Your breath hitched when you see it, you were feeling the wind in your hair--

"WOAHH----"

"AHH TOM-"

You both crashed down on the roof as you rolled over. You grunted and stood up again. "I thought you were a 'pro' at this, spidey-boy." "Shut up." He said and muttered profanities at Harrison for messing this up. "Ughhh. Anyways, surprise!!"

"What surprise--Wow. You really outdid yourself this time."

"Because I love you."

He came from behind and you kissed him, and then gave him a small, cute peck. You saw the table he'd set, not necessarily, obviously, you knew some way or another Zendaya helped him, but it was beautiful, you loved him for it. The candles were lit on the tablecloth, a red rose in the slim pencil jar. Cute Fairy lights were lit with some photos hung on clips. It was like a dream.

"This is so beautiful." You whispered to him as he led you to the table.

"All for you."

"So, mam what will you like for tonight? Or should I tell you the specials??" Suddenly a really familiar voice came from behind you. You turned your head really fast, and what you saw made you want to laugh your ass off. "Harrison! Sam! What are you doing?"

"No ma'am, we're your waiters for the night. So champagne or wine?"

You looked at Tom and chuckled as you started to shake your head. "Champagne?"

.....

"So ma'am what for desert?"

You turned to see Zendaya. She had her hair tied up in a bun, a suit on and a fake mustache. You laughed and stood up. "Oh look, I have the most handsome waiter ever." Tom raised his eyebrows. "Oh, are we flirting with the waiter now??" He asked cockily. "Well, the waiter is more handsome than you."

"You're looking beautiful, today mam." Zendaya said to you and you just linked your elbows into hers, and grinned. Zendaya bowed as she gave you a rose. You laughed as she winked at you. "Hey! You're stealing my date!" Tom said and you both laughed.

"So, what will you have for desert?"

"I think we will have desert some place else." Tom said suggestively as you blushed. "Shut up, Tom."

"Its okay, bye Y/n."

"Bye Zendaya, thanks for everything." You whispered to her.

"Come on, Love."

.....

"AHHHH--"

"OH MY GOD-"

"Tom, I love you and all. But when we get home, tomorrow morning I'm going to kill you and Harrison!"

"I love you so much. And I'm all yours."

You giggled and kissed him. "All mine."

.....

Happy New Year!!!!!!!!

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 9 months ago

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Ash's Glee OC Masterlist

Glee OC Masterlist for @the-witching-ash (none of these ocs are mine, I only organized the list)

Name: Andrew Berry

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Mercedes Jones

Pinterest: x

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: To Being An Us

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Various

Pinterest: x

*a variation of Andrew Berry who exists in crossovers with @randomestfandoms-ocs' Colton Cartwright and a variety of their other ocs

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: Everything Changes

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Kirsty Gilmore (@randomestfandoms-ocs)

Pinterest: x

*a variation of the standard To Being An Us Verse but combined with the Gilmore Girls Delicate crossover

Name: Adrien Beiste

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Timothée Chalamet

Love Interests: Elphie Jones & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Alma Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Ashley Tisdale

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Annie Rose Schuester

Story: Nothing to Fear

Faceclaim: Zoe Colletti

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Aro Flores

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Frankie A. Rodriguez

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Billy Gilbert

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Austin Abrams

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Brax Pierce

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Joe Serafini

Love Interest: Rory Flanagan

Pinterest: x

Name: Christopher Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive, Multi

Faceclaim: Nathan Mitchell

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Corbin Adams

Story: Multi

Face Claim: Corbin Bleu

Love Interest: Simone Adams & Ezra Berry

Name: Elliot Berry

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Larry Saperstein

Love Interest: Sugar Motta

Pinterest: x

Name: Elphie Jones

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Zendaya

Love Interest: Adrien Beiste & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Ezra Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Lucas Grabeel

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Simone Adams

Name: Faith Hudson

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Julia Lester

Pinterest: x

Name: George Beiste

Story: Free

Faceclaim: Joel Courtney

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Henry Schuester

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Lorelei Zisis

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Beanie Feldstein

Love Interest: Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Mary Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Antonia Gentry

Love Interest: Billy Gilbert

Name: Mona Adams

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Dara Reneé

Love interest: Marley Rose & Jake Puckerman

Pinterest: x

Name: Rosalia Lopez

Story: N/A

Faceclaim: Rachel Zegler

Love Interest: Sam Evans

Pinterest: x

Name: Simone Adams

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Monique Colman

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Ezra Berry

#glee oc #for a friend #friend's oc #the witching ash #agb tag

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starlight-parkers · 7 years ago

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Countdown to Kisses

A/N: This is a pressie for the bestest wifu in the world @panicatttckiss,, you’re my spicy jalapenis n I love u so much. Merry Christmas bb.

Relationships are based on a variety of factors. Love, mutual respect, affection and physical affection. For some reason, many couples believe it’s socially acceptable to force each other into liplocks on public surfaces or perhaps its acceptable for some to suck face right in front of you. For Alexandra, it was both.

“Come to the New Years party!” Her best friend and number one binch had begged over a Starbucks a few days prior, their twin boyfriends out doing last minute Christmas shopping. “You’ll have fun! I promise!”

Alex took a long slurp of her drink, eyeing her friend before letting out a burp. “Nah” The girl opposite rolled her eyes, snatching the drink away from her friend and taking her own sip, triumphantly smiling with her lips wrapped around the green straw. “Hey! You have your own”

“Just comee” Aaliyah whined, dramatically throwing herself across the smooth, cool surface of the Starbucks table. “I’m sure Sammy boy will give you, your first kiss if you do!”

Alex blushed, choking on her drink that she’d gotten back. Despite dating for a while, Sam had been really shy to kiss his girlfriend. Aaliyah reasoned that perhaps he’d been waiting for the right moment, and the switch into 2018 might be the perfect time. Alex’s friend quickly jumped on her hesitation. “I’ll do your hair and makeup!! You’ll look even spicier than you normally do, you smexy jalapenis”

“Fineeee” Alex grumbled out, earning a small cheer from her friend and she couldn’t help the small smile that lit up her face.

—

The party was already in full swing by the time Alex and Aaliyah stepped in, both girls dressed in cute, little black dresses, heels and showing off their legs (cause they got them legz for dayss). They immediately spotted the Holland Twins from across the room of their Older brother’s apartment and took their time strutting their way over to the intrigued males.

“Well Hello ladies” Harry smirked, running his hands through his curls as he looked his girlfriend up and down. “Don’t you both look gorgeous!”

Sam sidled up to Alex, pulling her into him by the waist. “I gotta say babygirl you look so good tonight” he teased, nuzzling Alex’s nose with his own. She bit her lips, anticipating his plump ones meeting her own but when they didn’t she drew back with a light smirk.

“Are you trying to say I don’t look good everyday?” She drawled, causing her boyfriend’s brown hues to widen comically as tried to cover up his blunder. Aaliyah and Harry laughed from their positions.

“Okay Love birds, we’ll give you some alone time!” Aaliyah laughed, grabbing harry by his black silk tie and pulling him away like a dog on a leash. “C’mon baby, I got a surprise for you”

“You do?” Harry questioned innocently, following after his girlfriend, leaving his twin and Alex in his wake.

The hours began to bleed into one another as midnight approached quickly. Alex and Sam had found their way onto the dance floor, moving and dancing about like there was no tomorrow. Bittersweet champagne slipped past their lips as they celebrated, holding each other closely with small intimate touches letting each other and the rest of the crowd know who they belonged too. Sam would nip at his girlfriend’s ears lightly, large hands on her waist or occasionally slipping down to her thigh. She could feel it in her bones that this would be the night they kissed for the first time. Alex found her gaze teetering up to the clock above her head, noting that it was 5 minutes until midnight, she quickly glanced at Sam, who was holding her tight and swaying to the music.

“It’s almost midnight baby, you gonna be my New Years kiss?” She teased, testing the waters to see if he would give in. Sam’s mouth opened, as if he was going to let the words slip out before a gust of people burst between them, leaving the couple lost in opposite sides of the crowd.

Panic set within Alex, as she desperately looked for her boyfriend. No way was she missing this. Somehow she’d managed to stumble into her friend, who’d returned to the dance floor with hers and her boyfriend’s hair disheveled and clothes slightly out of place. “Alex, what’s wrong?” Aaliyah had asked from the safety of Harry’s arms, less than a minute to spare before the clock struck midnight and it was January 1st.

“I’m looking for sam” Alex let out breathlessly, causing Harry to smile. The other holland twin pointed towards the TV, where people were watching the countdown. Sam could be seen over in the corner looking just as panicked as his girlfriend. Alex offered a sheepish smiling, leaving her best friend to her New Years kiss as the clock left her with only thirty seconds to approach her boyfriend.

It was as if time slowed down when Sam caught her gaze, rushing towards Alex with open arms. They collided in the middle of the room, sparks flying everywhere as their lips locked in their first ever kiss just as cheers from other drunken teenagers sounded throughout the room.

Their lips moved with haste as shouts of ‘Happy New Year’ were elicited from the crowd. Their lips slotted perfectly together in a flurry of emotions that were hard to pinpoint. Alex gasped as Sam’s tongue trailed her bottom lip before he sucked on it slightly. He slid his tongue into her mouth as the pink muscles danced a sequence of passion and love.

Soon enough, the couple’s lungs burned with the desire for oxygen and they pulled away from one another, hazy smiles plastered on their lips. Sam pulled Alex closer by the waist, resting his sweaty forehead on hers and they locked eyes, the rest of the world simmering into a silence around them. “Happy New Year” Sam whispered against his girlfriend’s intoxicating lips.

Alex smiled, wrapping her arms around Sam’s neck, her fingers playing with the hair’s at its nape. “Happy New Years, baby” she murmured back, tugging him back into another kiss.

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FIC: Too Much to Ask

Part of what is apparently going to be a series now. The whole boyband!AU thing was supposed to be a one-off. I blame Niall Horan for this. THANKS A BUNCHO, NIALL

Ahem. Anyway, The Boys in the Band is here.

Without further ado:

FIC: Too Much to Ask (based on the Niall Horan song of the same name)

Series (sigh): The Boys in the Band

Pairing: Sam Holland/Original Character; brief mentions of Tom Holland/Reader too

Summary: Sam meets the girl of his dreams, gets his heart broken, and tries to deal with the aftermath. Takes place mostly before the events of The Boys in the Band but then joins up with it. This summary is shitty. But I like this fic.

Warnings: A little cursing.

Tagged because she says she wants to love me (indirectly, but): @tbholland

Also, I had to go back and edit this because formatting. Ugh.

Sam Holland was in love, once.

He was one-fifth of the popular boy band H5, with his brothers Tom, Harry, and Paddy, and their friend Harrison. He played piano and wrote most of the band’s songs.

The female fans loved him. He was sensitive and quiet and didn’t like going out much - he would much rather stay at home and read or watch Netflix.

He could have any girl he wanted.

But he only wanted Molly.

Molly had joined them for this particular tour as their wardrobe manager after their old wardrobe manager, Miguel, had to drop out.

“Everyone, this is Molly,” (y/n), their tour manager, had said. “Miguel decided it would be a good idea to go skiing on his off day, and broke his leg. So Molly’s taking over for him.”

Sam was immediately drawn to her. Slightly wavy, shoulder-length red hair. Sparkling green eyes. A smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Big, beautiful smile that could have lit up the sun.

At first, Sam was too shy to ask her out. His twin, Harry, was the one that pushed him into doing it. In typical Harry fashion, he’d said: “What’s the worst that could happen? She says no? Then I can date her.”

“You like her too?” Sam had asked.

“Not really. But I’d bet if she doesn’t go out with you, she’d go out with me.”

“Cocky little shit.” Sam smacked him upside the head.

But, armed with the fear that she may wind up actually dating Harry, he asked her to dinner; she readily agreed.

And things were wonderful. They loved going on long walks together, holding hands and talking. They watched a lot of Netflix together. They loved debating about their favorite shows (a big one was The Defenders - Molly hated Danny Rand with a passion; Sam didn’t mind him so much but didn’t like Colleen). Sometimes, when neither of them could sleep, they’d sit in the common area of the tour bus and watch the sunrise together and have a nearly-identical conversation every time:

“Oh, Sam. Look at that sunrise. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are, love.” And he would kiss her softly and she’d fall asleep with her head on his shoulder. He would just stare at her, taking in her beautiful face as she slept, running his fingers through her hair until he fell asleep himself.

When they’d stay at a hotel, (y/n) would book them separate rooms but they only ever used one. They’d start with trying to find something on TV but always end up making love. With Sam, it was never rushed or sloppy; he preferred being slow and passionate and making it last far into the night. He would always take his time and make sure Molly was satisfied.

And she always was.

Their nine month anniversary was approaching, and their tour was about three-quarters of the way over. Sam had shared his big plans for the evening with his twin brother:

“I’m going to ask her to move in with me after the tour is over,” He’d said excitedly.

“To do what?” Harry asked.

Sam scrunched up his face. “Um...what do you mean, to do what? To live in my house. With me. Then we’d be...you know...living together. I have so many songs I want to write about her, Harry, and it’d be easiest if she were with me.”

“Wow. You’re really serious about this girl, aren’t you?”

“I am, Harry. I really think she’s the one.”

That night at dinner, however, Sam got the shock of his life.

“I have something to tell you,” Molly said.

“Me too. But you first, darling.” Sam smiled and took her hand; to his surprise, she’d let go almost as quickly as he’d grasped it.

“Um… I can’t be with you anymore.”

Sam’s heart dropped.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve met someone else.”

“Oh.” Sam felt as though someone had grabbed his heart and squeezed it until it stopped beating.

“His name’s Calum, he-”

“You mean the lighting guy that joined two months ago?”

“Yeah. But you-”

“No, Molly, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I just...I thought things were going really well between us. Was it...did I do something?”

Molly bit her lip. “No, you haven’t done anything. I just...it’s me, Sam. I don’t know what I want. But I think I want Calum. I want you too, but...”

“I want you. All of you. Your heart, everything.”

Molly sighed. “I can’t give you that anymore, Sam. I think I’ve fallen for him. So… I’m sorry.” She reached up and smoothed a lock of hair behind his ear. “Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?”

“I...not important. I have to be going anyway. Goodbye, Molly.” And with that, he’d left some cash on the table to pay for dinner and left. He felt a little bad leaving her at the restaurant all by herself, but he was too heartbroken to care. Blinking back tears, he called an Uber and went to the hotel.

When he got back to the hotel, he went straight for his older brother Tom’s room.

“Hey, Sam! Harry said you were going to ask-”

“She broke up with me.”

Tom’s jaw practically hit the floor. “What?!”

“Met someone else, she says. The new lighting guy.”

“Calum?” Tom snorted. “That guy’s a wanker.”

“I know that. I just… I love her, Tom. I thought she loved me too. I...she said she didn’t know what she wanted. But I know what I want, I want her.”

“Are you going to start crying?”

“Yeah.”

Tom immediately got up and wrapped his younger brother in a tight embrace; Sam, who had been holding the tears in since Molly’s confession, finally let them out.

Sam didn’t sleep for about a week after the breakup. He’d just sit in the common area of the tour bus, staring out the window, watching the shadows of buildings as they flew by. He found that he quite liked long stretches of country road. They were bleak, desolate. Lonely. Like he felt.

“Can’t sleep, eh?” Harry asked him one night, two months after.

“Plenty of time to do that when I’m dead.” Sam sighed, leaning his head against the window. It was easier to fall asleep, but he still had trouble sometimes. “Kind of wish I was.”

Harry snorted. “Melodramatic much? Just get over her, man.”

“Don’t you think I’m trying?” Sam kicked at him haphazardly. “I love her. Still. She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and she’s just gone. Only thing that’s keeping me going is that little sliver of hope that she’ll just walk back in and ask me to take her back. Which I don’t think is too much to ask.”

“Would you take her back, even after she did this to you?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Even after we have to see her all the time, and she’s with Calum?”

Sam hadn’t considered that.

“Well… I just… I don’t know. If it ever comes to that, I guess I’ll just have to see what I do.”

“But what if that never happens? Look, Sam. I’m not great at relationships. I don’t think I’ve ever had one that lasted longer than a cough drop, to be honest. So I can’t give you any good advice, really.” Harry wrapped an arm around his minutes-older brother. “But I can maybe help you cope a tiny bit. Why not write about it?”

“Like a song?”

“No, dipshit, a grocery list. Yes, a song.” Harry smiled at him. “Go to your bunk, try to get some sleep, then write the words when you wake up. Music you can figure out later.”

“That’s actually a really good idea. Thanks, Harry.”

After he woke up, Sam immediately grabbed a pen and paper and started writing:

Waiting here for someone

Only yesterday we were on the run

You smile back at me and your face lit up the sun

Now I'm waiting here for someone

And oh, love, do you feel this rough?

Why's it only you I'm thinking of

My shadow's dancing

Without you for the first time

My heart is hoping

You'll walk right in tonight

And tell me there are things that you regret

'Cause if I'm being honest I ain't over you yet

It's all I'm asking

Is it too much to ask?

“That’s great so far, Sam,” Harry said when Sam showed him his first batch of lyrics.

Smiling, Sam wrote some more:

Someone's moving outside

The lights come on and down the drive

I forget you're not here when I close my eyes

Do you still think of me sometimes?

And oh, love, watch the sun coming up

Don't it feel fucked up we're not in love

When they got to their next tour stop, he plunked out a tune on the piano; Tom and Harrison overheard and practically begged him to record it.

“I don’t know,” Sam said warily. “It’s awfully personal.”

“Oh, come on, Sam. It’s beautiful,” Tom argued.

“And I think it’ll be a big hit,” Harrison added.

Sam sighed. “I don’t think it’ll go anywhere, but fine. One catch, though, I get to do vocals.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it any other way,” Tom said.

(Y/n) found him a recording studio and he recorded it that night. The record label released it a week later. And a week after that…

“Sam! Sam! Did you see this?!” Paddy practically sprinted into the dressing room, waving his phone.

“See what?” Sam took Paddy’s phone and read the article out loud. “H5’s heartbreaking new ballad, ‘Too Much to Ask’ has reached number one on the charts. Just one week after its release, it’s the fastest one of their singles to reach the number one spot. Their previous record was three weeks, with their single ‘Kingston Girls.’ Tom Holland or Harrison Osterfield usually take lead vocals on H5’s hits. But for this one Sam Holland, who also wrote this song, takes over. You can hear the vulnerability and heartbreak in his voice, as if he’s actually lived out his words. If you haven’t downloaded this one yet, what on Earth are you waiting for? Also, H5, give Sam more lead vocals!”

“You’re amazing, Sam!” Paddy shouted, giving his older brother a big hug.

Sam just smiled. He was glad to have contributed to yet another hit song. He just wished he’d never had to write it.

Wardrobe fittings were still hard. Sam usually was dressed by Molly’s assistant, but he couldn’t avoid seeing Molly. He’d catch her eye, and she’d give him a quick, sad smile before she shyly looked away.

He would think about when that smile was wider, brighter, accompanied by a laugh. He’d wondered where it had gone, if he’d ever get to see it again.

He knew he had to stop dwelling on this. But it was hard.

Especially after they ran into each other in the hallway one night before a show, on what would have been their thirteen month anniversary.

“Oh, hi, Sam,” Molly said. She smiled softly at him.

“Hi, Molly,” he said, nodding.

“How’re you doing?” she asked. There was a hint of concern in her voice, but Sam knew better. She was just asking to be polite.

Sam shook his head. “Honestly, Molly? I’m not doing that well. It’s… I loved you. So much. To be completely honest with you, I still do. I am in no way over you.” He sighed. “There. I know you wanted to hear that I’m doing just fine without you, but I can’t lie to you. I’m miserable. I do wish the best for you, and I hope you and Calum are happy together. Maybe someday I’ll get there.”

Molly stood in the middle of the hall, stunned, as Sam brushed past her to meet the hairstylist.

“You’re getting over this,” Harry announced the same night. In order to help his brother get over it, Harry had dragged him out to a club.

Sam snorted as he sipped his drink. He hated clubs. Too loud, too many drunk people, too many Justin Bieber songs, too much going on at once.

“I’m doing fine, Harry.”

“You bloody are not. Look, here are two girls. I’ve been chatting up Hailey, but here’s her friend Kelsey. Now, talk to her. Flirt with her. Hook up with her, hell, I don’t care. Do something.”

Sam rolled his eyes and put his drink down. “Fine. Hi, Kelsey, I’m-”

“Sam Holland. I know.” She put her drink down.

She was pretty enough, Sam thought to himself. Long brown hair, nice smile. She wasn’t Molly, but she was pretty in her own way.

“Look,” Kelsey said. “I’m not really interested in a relationship. I just want one night of meaningless sex.”

Sam chuckled softly. “Straightforward, are we?”

“I know what I want.” Kelsey brushed her fingers over his cheek. “And right now, all I want is you.”

Well, Sam couldn’t say no to that one.

He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, hard.

“My hotel room. Now,” he growled.

The sex was...well, it was definitely meaningless. Sam always took his time with Molly. But with Kelsey, he just wanted it to be over. He’d closed his eyes and tried to pretend that Kelsey was Molly. But it just didn’t work.

After it was over, Kelsey said it was “pretty good, but you seem distracted, Sam.”

Sam sighed as he pulled his boxers back on. “I got out of a relationship not long ago. I thought she was the one. She thought otherwise. Harry thought maybe if I hooked up with another girl I’d forget about her, but… I can’t. I used you, and I’m so sorry.”

Kelsey kissed his cheek. “It’s okay. I used you to get over my ex, anyway. Hey, maybe you know him. He’s a lighting guy for you guys, Calum?”

Sam groaned. “Small fucking world. That’s who she left me for.”

“We’re just two peas, aren’t we?” Kelsey laughed.

Sam, despite the situation, chuckled. “I guess.”

A long pause hung in the air.

“I still don’t want a relationship,” Kelsey said, punctuating the air with honesty.

“Me neither. Did I help you get over Calum?”

“Not really.”

Sam hummed to himself. “Figures. It was nice to meet you, though.”

“Yeah. I hope you find the peace you’re looking for, Sam.” She kissed him softly and left.

Sam flopped back onto the pillow and sighed. This was getting ridiculous.

Then...the whole situation with (y/n).

Honestly, it was more of a fight between Harrison, Tom, and Harry. He just sort of got...swept into it.

“Sam!” Harry had said one night, after a show. “You’d date (y/n) if you had the chance, right?”

“Err… I don’t know. I’m still holding out hope for-”

Harry scoffed. “Yes, I know. But supposing (y/n) asks you out. Would you go?”

Sam thought about this for a moment. It would be nice to go out with someone again. And (y/n) seemed nice enough. She wasn’t Molly, but she was sweet, and funny, and super smart.

“Maybe,” Sam replied.

And, as far as Harry was concerned, that was enough to seal Sam’s involvement in the whole thing.

So there they were, sitting on the couch in the dressing room. Tom, Harrison, and Harry were arguing over which one of them would get to date (y/n). Sam was just trying to get the fighting to stop. (Y/n) had turned the lights back on and Harry had just admitted he’d only wanted to date her so the other guys wouldn’t have a chance.

“Sam Holland, please present your argument,” (Y/n) said.

To be honest, Sam didn’t really have one prepared. But he could come up with one.

He thought about this for a moment, then decided he’d go with: “You are fun, and smart, and sweet. I’m not quite over Molly yet, but I think with the right girl I could maybe finally get over her. And to be honest, you might be her.”

He was just about to say this, when the door opened…

...and Molly walked in.

“Molly?” he asked.

(y/n) shot him a confused look. “Molly? What? No. I’m (y/n), what are you…”

“Um, look behind you,” Tom replied, pointing at Molly.

Molly smiled sadly at Sam. “Hi, Sam. Um...I hope I’m not interrupting. I just came to tell you that I’m sorry. I am so sorry for everything I put you through. You got a great song out of it, sure, but to be honest I can’t live with myself. Calum was nice. But he isn’t you. Can we… can we please start over?”

Sam froze for a moment.

This was it.

The moment he’d been hoping for.

He’d been waiting months for Molly to walk into a room, look him in the eye, tell him her relationship with Calum was a mistake and ask for a new start with him.

Part of him wanted to scoff, tell her to go to Hell, and grab (y/n) by the face and kiss her just to stick it to Molly. For the months of hell he’d had to endure because of her. For the pain she’d caused.

But his heart knew better. It knew what it wanted. And even after everything, it wanted Molly.

He got up from his seat and walked over to her, brushing past (y/n) as he did so.

“Oh, excuse me, (y/n),” he said quietly.

When Sam reached her, he let his heart decide what to do.

He grabbed her by the waist, dipped his head down, and kissed her deeply. She froze at first but soon melted into the kiss, reaching a hand up to run her fingers through his short brown hair.

“Of course we can,” he said, after they parted. “I love you, Molly. Would you care for a walk?”

“I’d love that.”

Smiling, Sam reached down and intertwined his fingers with hers. As they left the dressing room, he called out over his shoulder: “Oh yeah, I’m out too.”

“Out of what?” Molly asked as they made their way outside.

“Oh, Harry and Tom and Harrison have been fighting over (y/n). I’m not totally sure what happened but I got mixed up in it too. I didn’t want her, though, I only want you.”

Molly smiled at him. “Look, Sam, I truly am sorry. I didn’t know what I wanted. And like I said, things with Calum were...good. But they were never as great as when I was with you.” She stopped for a moment, sadly tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d said no. I know what I did was terrible. Harry said you were pretty torn up about it. And I couldn’t live with knowing that I caused that.”

Sam cupped her cheek with his hand and kissed her softly.

“I forgive you.”

“What were you going to tell me that night?” Molly asked.

Sam chuckled. “I was going to ask you to move in with me after the tour was over.”

“Does that offer still stand?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes.”

“We do need to talk about one thing, though.”

Molly nodded. “Right. Yes, Calum and I did sleep together.”

“I figured. A few weeks back Harry set me up with a random girl at a bar, and we hooked up. Turned out to be Calum’s ex.”

“Kelsey?”

“Yeah. She was perfectly nice but...being with her made me realize that I don’t want to be with anyone other than you ever again.”

Molly grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a firm kiss. “I don’t want to be with anyone other than you. I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, Molly.”

Neither of them could sleep that night. They sat in the common area for hours, talking quietly and staring out the window. Sam found that the long, lonesome stretches of country roads didn’t quite appeal to him the way they did after Molly left him.

“Oh, look, Sam. The sunrise.” Molly pointed. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Sam pulled her closer to him. “Not nearly as beautiful as you, darling.”

She sat up, turning to face him. “That’s what did it.”

“What did what?”

Molly smiled. “That’s what made me realize you were the one. Calum and I were on the staff bus, watching the sunrise. I said, ‘Oh, look. Isn’t it beautiful?’ and he just said, ‘Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’ And that’s when I knew it was you. Because, silly as it sounds, you think I’m prettier than a sunrise and he doesn’t. He treated me like a princess, but you treat me like a queen.”

Sam pulled her back into his chest. “Thank you for coming back to me. But, um, please don’t leave me again.”

“Don’t plan to.” She settled her head into the crook of his neck. “I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, Molly.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead as they both drifted off to sleep, smiles of contentment on both of their faces.

A few moments later, (y/n) walked through the common area so she could put on a pot of coffee. Yawning, she paused at the couch in front of the window. She took in the sight of Sam, asleep, with an also-sleeping Molly in his arms. (y/n) put her hand over her heart and smiled.

“What’cha lookin’ at, love?” Tom asked sleepily, coming up behind (y/n) and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Look at them.” (Y/n) pointed at the sleeping couple. “It’s so nice to see Sam happy again, isn’t it?”

Tom kissed her temple softly. “It surely is. Now, how about that coffee?”

“I want some sugar first,” she replied, turning around so she could kiss him.

“What a goof.” But Tom was all too happy to oblige.

So, it was true. Sam Holland was in love once. He just never found his way out of it.

And he didn’t want to, ever again.

He didn’t think that was too much to ask.

#Tom Holland #sam holland #sam holland fanfiction #sam holland x oc #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #the boys in the band #damn you horan WHY ARE YOU SO INSPIRING

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