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The Cutest Holland - Sam Holland x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry glares, “it was an accident!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam pouts, “well that’s rude”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n blushes upon hearing this but nods appreciatively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s mates with Harry” Sam sighs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam bites his lip as guilt riddles his body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam… I…” she begins, still in shock.

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

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

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

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

“Several reasons” he admits, shrugging.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, what?” Y/n asks breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n instantly relaxes and smiles at him happily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grins at him, appreciating his effort and understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam blushes and smirks proudly.

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

“Wow, you’re needy” y/n jokes.

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

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

“Happy?” She jokes.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam I’m always cold” y/n laughs.

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

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

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

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

Besides, she’ll admit he is not only the best cook. He’s also the best/cutest Holland, and hopefully soon the best boyfriend.

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chefpaget · 1 year

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Stranger Things : 30 portraits challenge

Day 4 : Portrait 19 to 24 !

Please, do NOT REPOST without permission, Thank you 🤍

#billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #karen wheeler #cara buono #shannon purser #barbara holland #sam owens #paul reiser #kali prasad #linnea berthelsen #martin brenner #matthew modine #stranger things #stranger things art #stranger things fan art

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marvelgirlstories · 8 months

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Masterlist

George Weasley

Stucky

Tom Holland and Family

Harry Potter - nothing yet

Marvel

Marvel cast - nothing yet

Fic Recs

#marvel cast #the avengers #paddy holland #harry holland #sam holland #steve rogers #bucky barnes #george weasley #tom holland #stucky #masterlist #holland family #fan fiction #fanfics #oneshot #smut #fluff #angst

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phantomrose96 · 3 months

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Chrissy, did you hear about the live action danny phantom movie? tom holland might be danny

Is this because Butch Hartman fan-casted Tom Holland as Danny? Being real, I trust that man about as far as I can throw him, which is not at all. He's best ignored as like, the background banging noise of a really old radiator. Really I'm just surprised Butch did not then fan-cast Scarlet Johanson as Sam.

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destinyc1020 · 3 months

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Poor Tom Hollander talking about how they accidently sent him the wrong email with an Avengers bonus check amount listed, instead of Tom HOLLAND who was actually in the Avengers. 🤭😅😂

All I'm thinking is: 7 FIGURES for just a bonus for his FIRST box office check bonus, and he wasn't even in the film for that long??

Chiiiiilllle.... Tom, you are RICH RICH rofl 🤣 😆 💰 🤑

Even with paying uncle Sam and having to pay your team, 7 FIGURES just for a bonus!??

Chiiiiilllle!!! Lawwwd I can't even imagine that amount of money rofl 🤣 😂

Tom over here counting his Marvel checks like....🤭

"Money money money money.... money!!"

youtube

Idk why fans worry so much about Tom tbh lol. He's doing JUST FINE LOL 😆

#thanks Anon!! 🥰#Tom Hollander #Tom Holland #money money money....#Youtube

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cypherverze · 1 year

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i want to be with you everywhere

a tom holland imagine

PAIRINGS: tom holland x female!reader , tom holland x singer!reader , tom holland x famous!singer

SUMMARY: After being on hiatus for five years, you had managed to complete a whole new album for your comeback and announcing your upcoming tour in the process, as well as having Tom supporting you all the way.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i offer you this tom imagine for the meantime. this imagine had been inspired by hayley william’s cover of ‘everywhere’ during the parahoy event back in 2018! also, i’ve been listening religiously to fleetwood mac. enjoy! (NOT PROOF READ!)

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, this is a product of the author’s (me) imagination. this work is originally written by me, do not in any way repost or copy my work. i write for self indulgence, if you don’t like my works, then don’t read it.

WORD COUNT: 1,757

WARNINGS: nothing, just some fluff. casually reiterating—poor attempt on fluff :D

Your comeback album had taken the world by storm, since you decided to drop it when the world wasn’t anticipating it. Everyone didn’t know that throughout your hiatus, you’re working on your new album because you have been so quiet, especially on your social media platforms. So when you decided to drop it out of nowhere, everyone—especially your fans are in shambles. To add fuel to the fire, right after dropping your comeback album, you had also announced your tour for the new album. Despite the shock that you gave your fans, they were really excited for your comeback and had managed to sold out your concerts in record speed.

Fast forward to your first night of concert, which is being held in Atlanta, Georgia. The air inside the stadium was palpable, it was packed with cheering and screaming fans, everyone had been buzzing with anticipation. You had been performing for almost an hour now, and there’s only one song left in your set list before you conclude your first night of tour.

“Okay,” Your fans cheered very loudly and you smiled at them, “This is the last song for the night. This is actually my first time singing this song.” The fans are pumping in excitement.

“While I was on my hiatus, I was staying in Nevada, working on my album, and I’ve been listening to a lot of songs from my favorite artist of all time, so you can say that I’m binge listening to them. This one song, I religiously listen to it wherever and whenever—in the car, when I cook in the kitchen. You know.” You giggled, “This is the song that had really inspired me in writing the album, especially the sound and vibe of it was inspired by this song. Also, this is the song that I wish I had written.” Everyone laughed and cheered.

“Alright! This will be the last song tonight, it is a song that is a perfect ending to a perfect night. If you know the lyrics to this song, feel free to singalong with me.” You smiled widely as your fans kept on cheering loudly, “This is ‘Everywhere’ by Fleetwood Mac.” The cheering had intensified, that’s when you knew that you have a lot of fans that loves Fleetwood Mac.

“Again, thank you so much for your never ending support. I hope that you had a blast joining me on my first concert after five years, thank you and good night!”

There was a surge of energy when the first few notes of the song had began playing, you looked around the stadium, making eye contact with each and everyone of your fans and smiling directly at them, noticing them. Suddenly, you felt your heart race as you scan the crowd further, hoping to see the one person that you wanted to see the most. Then, there you saw your boyfriend, Tom, seated amongst the crowd with his best friend Harrison, and brothers Harry and Sam. Both of you locked eyes and you smiled at each other softly and you began singing the song.

Can you hear me calling, out your name?

You know that I’m falling and I don’t lnow what to say.

I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout.

You know that I’m proud and I can’t get the words out.

You and Tom been dating for almost a year now, and things between the two of you were going incredibly great, and you couldn’t ask for more. Tom was constantly on the go with his acting career, you don’t mind about it, he always make sure to make time for you despite his busy schedule—so that’s why you had decided to hold your first concert in Atlanta, Georgia. Tom is currently in Atlanta shooting a movie for marvel, so you decided to hold your first concert there because ever since he found out that you’ll start touring, Tom had expressed that he won’t be able to attend because it was also the same time as his movie shooting, and you know how badly he wanted to attent your concert since he’s a very big fan before you got together.

When you told Tom that your first concert will be held in Atlanta, he was over the moon. You told him that his concert tickets are ready, but he declined it, Tom told you that he wants to secure the tickets himself, he also reasoned that he missed fighting with other fans for concert tickets. The moment that Tom was able to secure his desired tickets, he called you immediately, telling you that he’s very excited to see you perform again on the stage in front of everyone and proceed on telling you how much he’s proud of you.

The song may only be a cover, but it holds a special meaning for you. You had secretly dedicated the song to Tom in your heart, hoping that he would understand the message behind the lyrics because the song exactly represents what you had felt when you when met Tom for the first time. The song is also the very perfect song to express your feelings for him.

Oh, I, I want to be with you everywhere.

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

You pointed at Tom, causing him to smile lovingly at you. As the beat played, you did your little dance, which Tom loves the most. It’s one of your little quirks that he finds really endearing.

Something’s happening, happening to me.

My friends say I’m acting peculiarly.

Come on baby, we better make a start.

You better make it soon before you break my heart.

Tom’s expression softened, looking at you softly as he listened to the familiar tune, and you felt a rush of emotion in you as you poured your heart into the song.

Oh, I, I want to be with you everywhere.

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

Can you hear me calling, out your name?

You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say.

Come along, baby, we better make a start.

You better make it soon before you break my heart.

The words of the lyrics echoed throughout the whole stadium, and you closed your eyes as you dance to the beat of the song, feeling it. You can’t help but imagine as well that you’re back in your home with Tom, dancing slowly to the song in the kitchen, with dim lights—which you do very often. You poured all your love and passion into the song, anf you felt it resonated with the audience.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted in cheers, screaming, and applause. But your attention remained on Tom—he was standing up, together with his brothers and best friend, cheering loudly for you. You couldn’t help but feel all the love for him, knowing that he’s proud of you. You thanked the crowd again and exited the main stage, heading straight at the backstage.

You were already at your dressing room, resting. You had just cleaned and changed yourself so you’re already fresh and no longer sweaty from the concert. You’re feeling euphoric, so never knew how much you missed performing in front of thousands of people. Now, you can’t help but look forward to your future concerts. You were lounging on your couch, keeping yourself busy as you scroll on your phone, checking for posts from different fans during your concert, liking and retweeting some of the posts.

There was a knock on your dressing room and the door opened, revealing Tom. Your heart skipping a beat as he walked towards you slowly, his eyes beaming with pride and love for you. He put his arms around your waist, his hands rubbing softly on your back, immediately sending a jolt of electricity throughout your body.

“Wow.” He said, his voice soft and sincere, “That was really really incredible. You never cease to amaze me, my love.” You blushed, cheeks beet red.

“Also, Haz, Harry, and Sam extend their congratulations to you for your successful first day of concert.” He added.

The feeling of happiness that you’re feeling right now is immeasurable as you look into Tom’s eyes lovingly. To be honest, you’ve been very nervous about performing the song, because he has no idea at all that you dedicated the cover to him. But seeing his reaction when you performed it, made it all very worth it,

“You know, I dedicated that song cover for you.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment, “It’s my way to let you know how much I love you.” You added, as you gently brush your fingers at his nape.

Tom’s eyes widened in surprise and grinned widely at you. He, then suddenly pulled you into a tight embrace. You felt him leaving trails of soft kisses on your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too, so much.” He whispered softly as his lips brushed against your ear, sending slight shiver over your body, “More than anything in this world.”

He stared lovingly at you, smiling widely, and finally pulling you in for a kiss. You had kissed back with the same intensity, both of you smiling through the kiss. Pulling back softly, looking at you again, Tom pulled you again for a kiss.

“I want to be everywhere with you as well, darling.” He smiled brightly.

You knew from the beginning you met Tom that you had found someone very special. Someone who loved and supported you no matter what. Both of you left your dressing room and the concert venue, with fingers intertwined with one another, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the love that you share.

Tom is one of the biggest plot twist that had happened during your hiatus, and you have never been happier in life.

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stereax · 6 months

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I seek your wisdom, o wise one.

Exactly how screwed are the sharks, the flames, and the oilers?

You can't see me but I am RUBBING MY HANDS IN DELIGHT at this ask. Nothing I love more than talking about why teams suck. As always, meet you under the cut! 💜

(Also, sorry this took so long! Had to make a presentation on the Chinese Super League for sports diplomacy and it siphoned my will to live.)

Do I have you? Great! Okay. Let's go one by one.

CALGARY FLAMES: CANDLE IN THE WIND

I, for one, never got the hype behind the Flames. Every pundit in the entire NHL was saying "Oh, the Flames are going to have a massive bounceback year, last year was a down year for everyone!" And now look at them. 3-7-1 to start the season with a mere 7 points in 11 games.

Spoiler alert: Trading your best forward in points production to literal Satan for a single corn chip is not going to help you be competitive. Who'd'a thunk it?

In addition, there seems to be a major coaching problem. On theory, this team should be solid. Maybe not top of the league good, but solid enough to make a wildcard spot at least. But you watch the systems at play and they just don't work with the players. For instance, Huberdeau is an east-west player being forced to play a north-south system. He can't do what he does best, make plays, because the current north-south system simply won't allow it. Firing Sutter was supposed to fix this locker room. It only seems to have made the problems worse. Christ, Zadorov is apologizing to the fans because they're playing that shittily.

How screwed are they? Probably a solid 8/10. Markstrom seems to have bounced back, but the team in front of him has not, tanking his save percentage because the defense simply cannot defend. We're being treated to a classic Huberdeau and Kadri Disappearing Act (2-4-6 and -12; 1-4-5 and -12). Mangiapane and Andersson have both gotten suspensions already for no god damn reason. All extension talks (Lindholm and Hanifin chief among them) have been suspended. It's chillingly possible this team will have to sell big at the deadline to get any value out of their expiring UFAs - and then what? You've got a few good pieces (Cary, Sharangovich, Wolf) that can lead your retool, but you've also got anchor weights in massively underperforming contracts, like the aforementioned Huberdeau's, that come with no-move clauses and are just such bad deals that even if those clauses were waived, who'd take them?

EDMONTON OILERS: BULLS ON PARADE

I think if you told anyone in July that the Edmonton Oilers were going to start their season 2-7-1 in 10 games, you would be laughed out the door. And yet.

I do have to preface this by saying yes, McDavid was out for several games, and when you're without the best player in the NHL, it gets tougher to win games. But fuck, man. The Devils are now down BOTH their top six centers for the foreseeable future and yet they're still managing to win games. You know why? DEPTH SCORING. Something that the Oilers have not had since seemingly the 80s. If your game plan revolves so strongly around one guy, chances are you'll be fucked anyway if that guy goes down.

Also, Campbell cannot stop a beach ball in net. Skinner isn't much better. How much of this is the defense and how much is just the goalies sucking? Unclear, but it is NOT a good sign. Although the Oilers mostly work under "outscore your opponent before they outscore you", you want to be able to make SOME timely saves. Neither tendy is giving any hope recently.

And all this can ultimately be traced back to Ken Holland fucking this team over with contracts. Nurse did not deserve that much. Kane is questionable at best. Campbell? Christ. And then you have no cap room to sign actually decent bottom sixers and then wonder why they're getting shelled. Why is Sam Gagner, a random legacy Oiler on a league minimum contract, on your second line? Make it make sense!

The thing is - you CAN win if you have a few guys getting paid the big bucks. Just look at Vegas for an example of that. You CAN'T win if you have a few guys getting paid the big bucks and almost no depth beyond your top line where you stack McDavid and Draisaitl to try to get SOMETHING going. You can't doubleshift those two across the entire lineup. I know, it sucks.

SAN JOSE SHARKS: COLD WATER

How screwed are they? I'll give them a 6/10. We're seeing the "or bust" part of "cup or bust". Can they turn it around? They have McJesus. Anything is POSSIBLE when you have McJesus. But it's not looking pretty, at all. I bet they end up in the wildcard hunt, or close to it. Just enough to maybe make the playoffs but too exhausted to do anything else.

Remember, Draisaitl's contract is up after 24-25. McDavid, 25-26. Will they want to stay in this garbage fire? If one, or God forbid both, ask to be traded, this team better channel the early 2010s and tank hard.

And now we reach the ultimate lolcow. These guys STINK. 0-10-1 in 11 games. .045 points percentage. The only point they managed to get was because Blackwood stood on his motherfucking HEAD in game 2.

But then you have contracts like Hertl, Vlasic, and Couture, which you can't move and which will weigh down the franchise for years while it tries to rebuild. What are you going to do with them? How will you get rid of them?

What's the problem? More to the point: What isn't??? There's zero star power on the entire roster. The defense doesn't know how to defend and the offense can't score against a Shooter Tutor, much less an actual NHL goalie. The goalies... they're trying! I think! Give them credit. And Quinn's trying, maybe, to coach? But when do you kick his ass to the curb too, just to try to put some life back into that lineup? That is the world's deadliest team. It's like hockey is a punishment to them!

FanDuel is running bets on when they will finally win their first regular season game. That's how ass they are. I wish I were kidding.

On top of all this, the locker room seems like it's going up in flames. Remember the Nucks' 10-1 beating of the Sharks? Kahkonen, the Sharks' tendy, got injured after the sixth goal, when Kuzmenko ran into him. Kuzmenko and the Canucks made sure Kahkonen was alright and that it wasn't a major injury. The Sharks? They just went back to the bench!

This unironically is probably the worst team in my lifetime, and maybe for decades before I was born too. They're just so BAD. There's no redeeming reason to watch Sharks games at all except to laugh at the Sharks as they get 10 goals dumped on them.

How screwed are they? 10/10*. I'm sorry, but fucking Zetterlund is leading your team in goals. ZETTERLUND. I cannot name ONE player on that roster who I would send to an All-Star Game. Maybe Blackwood, if he doesn't crumble into fucking dust first. And knowing how injury prone he is, he just might.

But this is a 10/10 with an asterisk. And here's why: * They WANT to be bad. The worse they do this year, the better their chances for Celebrini or whoever is the first overall. That's the idea of the Shark Tank. And if that's the goal, it's being executed perfectly.

There you go, anon! Hope this helps! If you have any more questions, feel free to drop into my inbox! 💜

#stereanswers #stereanalysis #san jose sharks #calgary flames #edmonton oilers

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itsss4t4n · 5 months

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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your-divine-ribs · 27 days

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Caught Red-Handed

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Doesn't Van ever think about knocking?

Friends to lovers // eventual smut // I have a Sam version of this story on my Wattpad too xxx

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You'd been friends with Van for years, right back when the notion of recording platinum-selling albums and touring the world was just a dream. He was that friend who you could talk to if you had a problem. He never judged you and he always had your back. He was the one person you could call on if you needed anything. So when you'd had a huge bust up with your friend and house-mate and he asked you to move into his house in Chester you didn't think twice. Larry had moved out just months before and there was Van, rattling around in the house all by himself. He'd never been any good with just his own company… and you were of no fixed abode. It was the perfect solution. There was just one small problem...

The past few months you'd started to see Van in a different light. His striking ocean eyes captivated you like they never had done before. The feel of his body pressed up next to yours when he greeted you with a hug made your heart race. And seeing him with his female fans fawning all over him just set off a sharp sting of jealousy which you had no business feeling.

Now here you were on a Sunday night, lounging on the sofa watching TV and feasting on takeaway pizza, trying not to react to the fact that your pulse had started to quicken the moment Van took his seat next to you, barely leaving a gap between your two bodies.

"Give us another slice of yours," he says, not waiting for your consent but reaching over into the cardboard box on your lap.

"No way!" You protest, slapping at his intruding hand and then snatching the box away out of his reach. "You've already had two slices you greedy git!"

"Come on, yours is well nice," he pleads. "I'll swap ya."

"Ughhh not a chance. It's not my fault you ordered the worst pizza on the menu. I mean who has pineapple on pizza anyway?" You wrinkle up your nose in disgust.

"Well, I'll just have to take control of this then if we're not sharing!" Van announces, grabbing for the remote control and switching channels.

You groan as Match of the Day fills the TV screen. You hate football and Van knows it. He's obviously just trying to wind you up and it's working.

"Hey that's not fair, it's my turn to choose what we watch tonight. Spider-Man's on in ten minutes and I wanna see it."

"Do you really wanna see the film, or just perv over Tom Holland, eh?" Van chuckles, holding the remote control higher as you swipe for it. "Ah that's it, isn't it? Ooh Tom, Tom! You're so sexy!"

He mimics you in a silly girly voice, throwing his head back and laughing as you narrow your eyes at him. God he's bloody infuriating sometimes, like a big kid.

"Shut up and pass it here!" You whine, setting your pizza box down on the empty seat next to you so you can reach up to grab the remote.

It's no use though, he passes it over to his other hand and stretches right out so there's no chance of you getting it from your current position.

"If you can get it you can watch what you like," he taunts. "And if you don't I get the rest of your pizza!"

You rise up out of your seat, leaning right over him, one hand on the back of the sofa near his head, the other reaching over as far as you can, fingers straining.

"You're so bloody annoying!" You complain, kneeling on the seat next to him so you can reach even further.

He just laughs with the widest shit-eating grin plastered across his face, riling you up further. You're almost there, your fingers practically touching the remote, just an inch further and it'll be yours…

And then your foot slips out from under you and you find yourself sprawling forwards, toppling right over into his lap. You're practically straddling him, your chest thrust right in his face.

"Woah! If you want my body you've only got to ask!" Van jokes, his whole face creasing into laughter at your obvious embarrassment as you scramble up on to your feet, your cheeks glowing.

You'd normally laugh it off, come back at Van with some cutting remark, but for once you're lost for words, a combination of your self-consciousness and the fact that being so close to Van has made your body react in all sorts of inappropriate ways.

You have an urge to get away now you're on your feet, putting your head down and heading for the door, mumbling something about not feeling too good.

Van springs to his feet immediately, catching hold of your arm just as you're about to exit the room, gently bringing you to a stop.

"What's up? I've not really pissed you off have I? I was only joking you know. We can watch whatever you like... Y/N? Are you alright?"

You've no choice but to turn and face him, your awkwardness increasing. You just hope you sound convincing.

"I'm okay, it's not you... I've just... come over feeling a bit funny... a bit sick. I think I'm just gonna go and lie down upstairs for a bit..."

Van's face falls with obvious disappointment and then creases with concern. "Hope you're okay..."

You pull away, saying you'll be fine, hurriedly rushing up the stairs and into your bedroom, pushing the door closed behind you and flopping down on to the bed, frustrated.

This has got to stop. You've known Van for so long he should be more like a brother to you. If anything happened it would just make things weird. Not that he's probably remotely interested in you at all romantically or sexually. The trouble is, now you've started to see him that way you can't get the thoughts out of your head. There's no way you're going back downstairs now to torture yourself all the more.

You sigh, resolving that you may as well just call it a night and try and get some sleep. You get undressed and shimmy into the little silk slip that you sleep in. It's far too hot to get under the covers so you lie on top, closing your eyes and trying to clear your mind, hoping that sleep claims you soon.

It's useless. Images of Van scroll through your head ceaselessly. His disarming smile... his stunning blue-green eyes... that cheeky way he looks at you, waiting for a reaction when he's winding you up...

It starts out innocent enough, but then your mind really starts to wander. You recall a morning last week when you'd bumped into Van in the hallway when he'd just stepped out of the shower dressed in nothing but a towel, his pale skin still flushed from the warm spray. Imagine if his towel had slipped...

Warmth floods your body at the thought and you squirm on the bed, pressing your thighs together.

Think about something else Y/N, for fucks sake...

Your thoughts drift to yesterday afternoon. Van was messing around with lyrics for a new song he was writing and he wanted your views on them. A smile springs on to your lips, you love the fact that he values your opinion so much.

This is a safe topic to think of. You picture the scene from yesterday. Van was sitting on the sofa in front of the window, strumming away, his eyes screwed shut whilst he sang, completely lost in the music. You'd been grateful for that so you could watch him uninhibited. The sun was low in the sky and it was streaming through the window, bathing him in a soft golden glow. God he'd looked gorgeous.

You'd been focussing on his hands, his long, slender fingers flying up and down the frets, expertly picking out the notes. His hands...

Oh god.... here you go again. You must admit you've become quite obsessed with his hands recently. His fingers are just so... long...

Just imagine...

Fuck... now your mind's really working overtime but this time you don't try and divert it. It's been months since you've been intimate with anyone after your prick of an ex dumped you, and he treated you that badly you've not felt sexy at all since... until now. Why not just enjoy the feeling? It's only a fantasy anyway.

Eyes still screwed shut, you hitch up your silky slip around your hips, spreading your legs apart. You start to touch yourself over your underwear, imagining it's Van's fingers instead of your own. That's when you realise exactly how turned on you are. In no time your heart's racing and your breathing heavy as you writhe on the bed. Your panties feel damp to touch as you curl your fingers around the edge of the lace and move them aside.

You start to caress yourself, dipping one finger inside you to gather the slickness of your arousal, then spread it upwards over your clit, moving in tight circles.

God that feels good. You tip your head back on the pillow and spread your legs even wider, moving your hips in time with your caresses, little whimpers of pleasure escaping your lips. All the time you're thinking about Van and imagining his hands on you, that familiar tightening feeling building in your core.

What you don't realise is that you have an audience. Van came upstairs a few moments ago to check on you, worrying about you feeling poorly.

He didn't knock. He didn't even think. Now he wishes he had... or maybe not...

He knows what he should do. Back slowly and quietly out of the room, pretend he's not seen you, then carry on pretending he's not seen you. But he can't. He's transfixed. He doesn't think he's ever seen a sexier sight in all his life than you pleasuring yourself. Hair spread wantonly over the pillow, brows furrowed a little, your mouth a perfect O shape. Your body's rising and falling with your deep breaths, your fingers gliding over your slick skin. Christ, those little moans that you're making. He can feel his dick stiffening, pressing uncomfortably on his jeans. And then...

"Oh Van..."

What the fuck?

The shock suddenly snaps Van out of his trance and he steps back quickly, kicking the door as he does, alerting you to his presence.

What the fuck?

Your eyes snap open in a heartbeat and you sit bolt upright, confused for a second until you see Van lingering in the doorway, a stricken look on his face. Did he see... everything? Did he hear his name?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you grab for the duvet, horrified, wrapping it tightly around yourself.

"Jesus Van, haven't you ever heard of knocking?" You cry out, mortified, feeling the colour instantly drain from you in shock but then swiftly return with your humiliation, staining your cheeks scarlet.

Van appears to be speechless, his mouth opening and closing like he's a fish out of water. All the time he's shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Finally he manages to string together some stumbled words.

"I... I'm so sorry. I was... errr... worried about you... 'cause you said you felt sick. I was just... errr... coming up to check on ya."

"Yeah well I'm okay!" You say, your voice coming out high-pitched, your eyes darting around so you don't have to look directly at him.

"I can see that!" He blurts out.

You allow yourself to look at him now, and there's a moment where your eyes lock, and it's like there's a million things you both want to say but you can't find the words.

And then it passes. Van backs clean out of the room, still muttering his apologies, and you sit there in shock... absolutely mortified.

What now?

As soon as your eyes flicker open the next morning it all comes flooding back in a wave of red hot shame and humiliation. How the fuck are you supposed to face Van again after he's seen you in such a compromising position? And, even worse... did he hear you moaning his name? How the hell are you even going to look him in the eye if he knows you've been fantasising about him?

You hurriedly shower and dress and make your way downstairs to find that Van's already there, he's obviously rolled right out of bed and come straight down in the hunt for breakfast.

He stands in the kitchen in just a pair of trackie bottoms, no t-shirt, hair all mussed up and looking every bit as delectable as the full English he's frying up on the stove. Your mouth's watering and you're not sure whether it's the aroma of the bacon or the sight of him.

Your gazes lock as you enter the room and for an awkward moment you don't think anyone's going to speak, but then Van does, and it's an admirable attempt to make things seem normal but it just falls flat.

"Oh... morning love. Want some of this? There's plenty. I was gonna come and ask if you wanted some but..."

You thought you might disturb me finger-fucking myself on the bed?

Of course he doesn't say it but you're both thinking it. You can tell by the tiny hint of a smile that plays on his lips, the way he trails off, looking down, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Errr... no... thanks, I... errr... actually have... a meeting first thing. Thought I'd get to the office early, catch up on some stuff. I'm so busy at the moment. Honestly the emails... they never stop coming..."

Now you're babbling, and you have a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that what's happened will taint your easy-going friendship with Van. You really don't want a silly moment to ruin the precious bond you have. You panic, still mumbling about your heavy workload as you grab a banana out of the fruit bowl and make for the door.

You cringe all the way to work and by the time you get there you're in such a state over it that you vow to try and put the whole thing to the back of your mind or you'll just drive yourself crazy. Thankfully work is busy and you throw yourself into it, managing to completely switch off your whirring brain. In fact you almost forget all about it until your phone buzzes with a text notification mid-afternoon. It's Van.

Van: Hi hope you're ok. Me and Bondy are having a few drinks down the local tonight if you fancy it? x

Usually you wouldn't hesitate, especially if Bondy's down from Newcastle. You love seeing the guys, but you realise that you can't face it and you find yourself grudgingly typing a reply.

Sorry Van, I'm having a rough day and I'm tired already. Have fun and say hi to Bondy for me...

Van obviously does have fun as he's still not back home by the time your eyelids have grown heavy and you've taken yourself off to bed that evening. You can't sleep though, lying there on your back staring up at the ceiling, going through scenes in your head where you and Van sit down to discuss what happened like two sensible, mature adults. The only problem is every single scenario you dream up has the same outcome: Van sniggering like a naughty schoolboy and you ending up red-faced and flustered and even more embarrassed than you were beforehand.

You're still chasing sleep when you hear the key in the lock and heavy footsteps traipsing into the kitchen at gone midnight. You sit up in bed, wondering whether you should get up and speak to Van but then you hear a loud clattering noise, followed by some curse words and muted laughter. He's definitely drunk.

You sigh, sinking back down into bed, listening to Van clumsily banging around in the kitchen, then you hear his footsteps on the stairs. You even find yourself counting the steps, waiting for the moment he'll walk past your bedroom.

And then there's silence... He's stopped... right outside your bedroom door.

You can just make out his shadow in the tiny gap of light filtering under the door. He's standing right there! Your heart almost stops beating and you realise that you're holding your breath, waiting for a sound... his voice, maybe a knock, or maybe he won't knock... again. Maybe he's standing there imagining you like you were last night...

And then you hear him move away.

The rest of the week carries on in the same vein. You blatantly avoiding Van by way of feigning imaginary illnesses or tiredness and enduring awkward encounters in the kitchen that have you quickly scurrying away, and by the time Friday comes around you're running out of excuses.

You've had another exhaustingly long, hectic day at work and when you arrive home you breathe a sigh of relief when you stand quietly in the hallway, listening for any signs of life in the house and you hear none. Great... that means Van's more than likely out, so you've got the whole place to yourself. No sneaking around, no hiding away, you can just relax.

You kick off your shoes and make for the kitchen, on a mission to find the largest glass you can to fill with wine before heading upstairs for a long soak in a luxurious bubble bath. It sounds heavenly...

"Surprise!"

You practically jump out of your skin at the sight of Van in the kitchen as you push through the door. He's standing there holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, the widest grin on his face practically splitting it in two.

"What's all this?" You exclaim, eyes wide, heart pounding from the shock of discovering that you're not as alone as you thought.

"Thought I'd treat ya... 'cause you've been working so hard and I also thought you needed cheering up 'cause you've been dead grumpy..."

"I've not been grumpy!" You protest, aware that you do, actually, sound extremely grumpy. You smile despite yourself.

He continues, placing the glasses down on the kitchen table and beginning to pour out the wine. "And you've been avoiding me."

Shit...

"I've not been avoiding you at all, I've just been... busy, and tired. It's been a long week."

He pauses, looking at you with eyebrows slightly raised. "Oh really? So you've not been avoiding me since..."

Uh-oh. Here it comes. You brace yourself, feeling your cheeks warming, watching his face scrunching in second-hand embarrassment for you.

"Since... The Incident..."

The Incident? The way he says it, even pausing for effect, like he's talking about some award-winning feature film he's bigging up, leaves you in no doubt that you're not going to be able to get away with pretending like it never happened. He wants to discuss it. Right now.

You shoot out a hand, reaching for one of the wine glasses and gulping at the contents, hoping for the alcohol to dull your embarrassment, but sadly it doesn't work that fast.

"Did you have to bring it up?" You say, swirling your wine around in the bottom of your glass to avoid looking at him.

"Actually yes, I do," he says. "If we're gonna live together we need to clear the air. We can't go on like this. I feel really bad that I didn't apologise properly as well, so I'm saying sorry now. I really should have knocked. I just didn't think..."

"Okay, okay!" You interrupt, relieved that he actually seems to be handling the situation maturely and not descending to adolescent level. "Apology accepted. Can we just forget about it now... please?"

"Uh-huh..." Van nods before taking a sip from his own glass, but he's eyeing you over the rim in such a way that you know it's not the last you've heard of it.

You try for a distraction. "Shall we get a take-away? I'm starving."

That seems to have worked. Van immediately clutches his belly announcing how hungry he is and you suggest Chinese. Van places his phone on the kitchen counter and you spend a while hunched over it, perusing the menu. Then you wander into the living room with your wine, leaving Van to phone the order through.

You smile to yourself. Well... that was pretty painless. Hopefully now you can just get back to being housemates and carry on hiding the fact that you're secretly in love... hold on, no... LUST...with Van. There's no way that this is love. What made you even think that?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Van entering the room, grumbling that the restaurant are busy tonight so your food will take at least an hour.

"Well... we may as well have more wine then," he says, holding out the bottle to offer you more and you gratefully accept.

"Woah, not so much," you protest as he fills your glass so full it's practically slopping over the top. "You know how drunk I get on an empty stomach!"

"Lightweight!" He teases, setting his glass down on the coffee table and taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

To your surprise he doesn't sit facing the tele but angles his body so he's facing you, and when you glance over at him him he's got his eyes fixed on you with a grin. You look away but you can feel his eyes on you still.

"What?" You finally say. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Anxiety squirms in your gut and you take another large swallow of your wine. "Well... I'm sure you're just going to ask me anyway..."

You pretend to pick at an imaginary piece of fluff on your dress so you don't have to look at him.

"Do you... errr..." he pauses for a second before carrying on. "Do you do that... all the time?"

"Do I do what all the time?" You say, playing dumb, but you know damn well what he's talking about.

"You know... last weekend... when I caught ya..."

"Oh my god Van!" You cry. "What sort of a question is that?"

He shrugs, still grinning. "C'mon Y/N. How long have we been mates for? We can talk about anything can't we? I'm just curious... that's all."

The embarrassment is radiating off you in waves, but Van's completely unbothered. Your instinct is to tell him to mind his own business, but you don't. There's something about the thought of discussing such an intimate topic with him that's made your heart thump with excitement.

"Of course I don't do it all the time!" You giggle shyly. "Why? Do you?"

"When the mood takes me. Which is... errr... quite a lot actually!" He starts chuckling, while you shake your head. "Well? It's not like I've got anyone else to do it for me is it?"

"What are you talking about? You're not exactly short of female admirers are you? And probably male ones too! You could be shagging someone different every night if you wanted to!"

Van pushes his hair back off his face. He's still wearing a huge smile. "And why would I wanna do that? You know I don't sleep with fans. And I don't go for one night stands... not anymore."

You consider Van's words. He's right. He's certainly not the horny 22 year old he used to be who took full advantage of having girls throwing themselves at him everywhere he went when the band first started getting a following.

In fact since you've moved in with him he's not had any lovers over to stay the night at all. It was one of the things you were worried about when he'd asked you to move in with him to be honest. The thought of having to smile sweetly at a parade of loved up, freshly fucked conquests each morning whilst eating your breakfast just made you feel sick to your stomach with what you’re now realising is jealousy.

Van hasn't finished. He reaches over for his wine glass whilst he's talking. "It's funny isn't it? Back then I thought I was living the dream, but now I realise how kinda shallow I was. I guess as you get older you realise the thing about sex is it's not quantity but quality that's important."

This surprises you. You weren't expecting the conversation to take this sort of turn, you were anticipating Van teasing you mercilessly about what he caught you doing. You'd been dreading it, but the realisation hits you now that it would have been a lot easier to cope with. Hearing Van talking frankly about his love life is just making you realise how much you want to be a part of it. And it's not just the sex. You want all of him.

"Yeah well it's alright if you find someone you're compatible with I guess..."

Van drains his glass, reaching for the bottle and topping himself up. "You're so right. I mean why settle for a quick meaningless fuck with a practical stranger when you can have a real connection with someone?"

And then he looks at you. Really looks at you. You can feel yourself melting under his gaze. You want him so bad. And maybe he wants you too...

But maybe you're getting this all wrong. Maybe it's just wishful thinking and the wine and the talk of sex that's making you feel like the atmosphere in the room has changed. Your head's spinning with thoughts and you panic.

"I hope the food doesn't really take an hour! I'm starved!" You suddenly blurt out, making to rise up out of your seat, but Van darts out a hand to gently grip your arm, stilling you. He's still got that look in his eyes, a certain intensity that makes your belly flip and your heart stutter.

"I heard you," he says quietly.

"What?"

"I heard you say my name... last week. You were thinking about me weren't you? While you were..."

Oh shit! How are you supposed to get out of this one? You can't deny it.

"I... I..." you start but trail off. Your cheeks are burning and your head feels light and there's nowhere to hide.

Van takes your wine glass from you and places both his and yours on the coffee table. Then he reaches for your hand, his fingers curling around yours, entwining them together. He has an earnest expression on his face as he speaks.

"It's okay... don't be embarrassed. I have a confession to make actually..."

He shifts in the seat, moving closer, his eyes not leaving yours. The air between you is thick with a heady kind of tension which only increases as Van speaks again.

"Since I saw you... like that... I've not been able to get it out of my mind. I think it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. All I can think of is seeing you like that again. I really wanna be the one to make you feel like that... for real..."

"I... I..." you stutter, struggling to form anything coherent, your mind fogging over with lust, imagining what might happen.

Van pulls the hand that he's holding towards him, urging you to move your body around to face him more fully and you comply. He's getting closer still, now just inches away.

"Because I reckon I could make you feel good. Really good... if you'll let me?"

He reaches forward with his other hand, gently cupping your cheek. You want to surrender to him, your body automatically responding, your breathing deepening, nerves bristling, but you find yourself holding back.

"I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to... it's just... I don't wanna complicate things. I like you Van. Actually... I really like you."

You feel your cheeks warming from the unexpected confession you've just let slip, immediately fretting that you've said the wrong thing, but you don't need to worry. You feel Van's fingers brushing your cheek, his eyes simmering with desire but affection too. "You don't know how happy that makes me to hear you say that... the feeling is definitely mutual."

His gaze drops down to your lips and back up and you find yourself doing the same to his, waiting for the moment they meet, eager to taste him. But still you hesitate. "Can we... can we just... go slow?"

"We can go as slow as you like..."

You both lean in together, too hasty, teeth clashing. It's silly and awkward and you laugh breathlessly, pulling away.

"We'll try that again shall we?" Van chuckles softly and this time he takes the lead, his hand going to the back of your neck, winding through your hair, pulling you closer.

Your mouths meet and this time it's tentative and slow, your lips brushing each other's gently. You sigh into the kiss as it deepens, your tongues entwining. It's like a release, you've dreamt about this moment for so long and now it's actually happening.

Van's free hand goes to your waist and he pushes you back on to the sofa. You grasp at his hips, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you and he obliges, pressing himself on to you, his knees sliding between your legs. Just the feel of his warm body flush next to yours makes desire pool down deep inside you and you feel your hips push upwards to meet his like they have a mind of their own.

"Hmm... someone's eager," Van whispers, as he pulls away from the kiss, hovering over you.

"You have no idea," you smile back, your hands sliding between your bodies and going to the buckle of his belt, hastily unfastening it. Ideas of going slow are suddenly the last thing on your mind.

He smiles wickedly, and he catches his bottom lip in his teeth as he looks down on you. "You're a fucking vision, you know that? I've been dreaming about this for so long. What I'd like to do to you..."

"Oh yeah?"

His belt's unfastened now, and you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, but you don't get far before you feel Van's hands on your wrists, gripping them gently but firmly, guiding them away, pushing them back against the chair.

"Nuh-huh, this is all about you," he says. "Told you I wanted to make you feel good didn't I?"

"But..." you start to protest, stopping when he raises a hand and presses his index finger against your lips.

"All I wanna hear from those lips is how good it feels, okay?"

"So I've just got to lie here?" You say, biting back a grin at the smirk on his face as he rises up slightly, placing a hand on either of your thighs, pushing your dress upwards until it's bunched up around your hips.

"Yeah... think you can manage that?"

You feel a little vulnerable and exposed in front of Van in such an intimate way for the first time, feeling the flush on your cheeks, the adrenaline flooding your body with excitement.

His fingers trail down your thighs slowly, tracing little patterns on your skin, and you can feel the small callouses on his finger tips. You're so sensitive to his touch your body shivers every now and again and he watches you intently, a smile playing on his lips as you gasp as he inches closer to the edge of your underwear and then moves away.

"You're a fucking tease McCann," you say, watching his smile widen, his eyes light up with mischief.

"It'll be worth the wait... trust me," he says self-assuredly.

Christ... your heart's beating double time, your breathing getting shallow. You need to feel something, your hips twitching as Van places a palm on either of your thighs, slowly pushing them even further apart. Then he dips his head down, and you feel his lips pressing against your inner leg by the knee. He plants delicate kisses all the way up one thigh, then moves to the other side, repeating his actions. Little tremors shoot through you in anticipation.

"Van..." you breathe, yearning to feel his touch where you need it.

"What's up love?" He asks teasingly, fingers trailing along the edge of your underwear. "What do you need?"

"You know damn well what I need," you whine, impatient. All you can think of is his hands. Those long fingers and how they're going to make you feel.

"Let's get rid of these then," Van says, his fingertips hooking under the waistband of your panties.

He begins to inch them down your hips, not taking his eyes off you as he does it and there's something about this that builds the tension in such a way that it's almost unbearable. When you feel his fingertips connect with your skin, one skimming over your your sweet spot, your body reacts instantly with a shudder of pleasure.

He leans over you to kiss you again, fingers exploring the folds between your legs, repeatedly flicking over your clit. It feels better than you could ever imagine and you moan softly into his mouth, bucking your hips upwards, chasing his touch as his fingers start to stray away.

"Don't stop," you plead in between kisses.

"Mmm... I have no intention of stopping," he purrs. "Tell me... how does this feel?"

He pushes one finger slowly inside you, followed by another, stretching you out deliciously. You whimper underneath him. "Fuck that feels good..."

You words tail off into passionate sighs and you close your eyes, tipping your head back. His long, slender fingers reach parts of you that you could never hope to, and before long you're writhing on the bed as he pumps them slowly inside you, moving your hips in sync with his motions.

Suddenly his touch disappears, and your eyes flick open. He's hovering over you, eyes glazed over with lust, and you watch as he raises his hand, slipping the fingers he's been pleasuring you with between his lips.

"You taste fucking amazing," he says, licking his fingers clean.

The action simultaneously makes you blush furiously but also stokes the fire that's already burning between your legs. You're so turned on you feel like the lightest touch might make you explode.

"Don't make me wait... please!" You implore, rising up slightly, reaching for his hips, feeling desperate now.

"But I don't wanna rush this, you look too good," he whispers, gently pushing you back down by your shoulders, before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. "In fact I'd say you looked good enough to eat."

Fuck... Your body's pulsing now, the heat between your legs intensifying. Van moves completely off the sofa, his fingers curling around your thighs, easing your body around so he's kneeling in between your splayed legs.

You look down to see him moving closer, and he keeps his eyes on you as he leans in, licking a slow stripe to your aching heat. Then he starts to work you with his tongue, concentrating all his efforts on the sensitive nub of nerves. Watching him pleasure you like this whilst he's looking you right in the eye is probably the single most erotic thing you've ever experienced, but you find that you can't maintain his gaze for long. The sensations are just too powerful and you can feel your eyes rolling back in your head.

"Fucking hell..." you breathe, and he hums an approval, the vibrations travelling through your core, making your body quiver.

You can feel that familiar tight knot starting low down in your belly, sure you'll peak soon, and as if on cue, Van suddenly hoists your legs up on to his shoulders to get even closer. He buries his head between your thighs, lapping relentlessly at your clit, easing two fingers inside you, curving them at a spot that has you seeing stars. You can feeling yourself unravelling at an increasing pace, hurtling towards your climax.

Your hands thread through his hair, tugging it roughly at the roots, losing yourself as the first swell of your orgasm hits you like a hurricane. Then it's wave upon wave of indescribable pleasure, moans falling from your lips, your legs trembling. Van doesn't stop until the last of the shudders wrack your body.

"Oh my god," you breathe, slowing coming back down to earth as Van emerges, leaning towards you with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"That alright then?" He grins cheekily, pulling your dress back over your body to cover you up, then resting his hands across your lap.

"Bloody hell, that was... a bit better than alright!" You say, still panting slightly.

Your body feels wrung out but in the best possible way. Van kneels there looking up at you, hair dishevelled, pupils blown wide, his lips still glossy with your arousal, and you think you might have just been transported to heaven.

"I suppose I should... repay the favour," you say with the most flirtatious of grins, raising your eyebrows at him.

Van's smile mirrors yours as he rises up from the floor, taking his seat next to you on the sofa and wrapping an arm around you, drawing you into a close embrace.

"Oh I'm definitely going to hold you to that love..."

#caught red handed #catb imagines #van mccann #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic #smut

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gotzzy · 11 months

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SECOND HALF - 2023 PREDICTIONS

One month vacation on the Mediterranean (mainly Croatia and Greece)

Nikki and Claire will meet somewhere and we will have photo proof

one of the brothers will admit that Noon is very good dog and that he and tessa get along very well

Z magazine cover

TZ will appear at the Beyonce concert

hot TZ pictures from LA

TZ will watch a tennis match together and we will have a lot of pictures

Tom will attend both Challengers and Dune premiere

June 1st Z will post a cute picture for Tom's birthday

September 1st Tom will post a cute picture for Z's birthday

someone will spill juicy tea about TZ

T will announce a new project which is a romcom

Z will star in a horror film

On the press tour, Z will say how much she wants to become a mother

Amanda will spill some tea from tcr set when Z was with them

Tom will post a picture of Z with a cute caption

Tom will appear on one of Claire's ig lives to help her sell stones because her business is failing and Tom is a good salesman so he can save her.

we will finally see the design of Tom's signet ring

8k kissing pics on the beach

Z in London again

Rachel finally cut Tom's hair

Tom and Z announced together Spider-man 4

euphoria and sam levinson cancelled

Tom will spill the tea from 1.0 during the tcr press

we will get TZ in jerseys 2.0 ("Holland" on both jerseys)

we will see other parts of Tom's house

Tom and Z will go on romantic getaway somewhere in LA to celebrate T's birthday

Z will post a story - watching TCR and she will praise him

Tom will again talk about his imaginary daughter

Z will talk about her London life

some random fan will post a throwback picture of them when they were in the caribbean

‼️‼️‼️I made this for entertainment purposes please don't judge me, thank you.‼️‼️‼️

#tzpredictions #I was so bored #I made this during my accounting classes 😅

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Don’t Touch Us: Tom Holland x Reader *~

Description: 3.4k wc, started based off this and then my adhd took over. Basically Tom’s protective side comes out when the public starts getting more aggressive towards him and the reader.

Warnings: maybe a few curses, aggressive fans, mentions of being tipsy, that’s all I think otherwise just far too fluffy Tommy.

Personal warning: this tbh isn’t any good but if you’re bored and need something to read?🤷‍♀️😂

“Just guess” Tom repeated, rolling his eyes jokingly.

Y/n groaned, snuggling closer to his bicep she was clinging onto as they walked down the street, “Sam?”

Tom laughed and shook his head, “actually no, but that’s a good guess! It was Paddy”.

“Innocent little Paddy?!” Y/n exclaimed, lifting her head off his shoulder to look up at him.

He rolled his eyes again, “he’s not innocent, love”.

“You leave him alone Holland” y/n scolded, turning away from him.

Tom chuckled, grinning down at her as she pretended she was mad at him.

“I-“ he began, but was cut off by screaming.

Tom sighed and stopped walking, giving y/n a knowing look.

He bit his lip and gently guided y/n behind him.

Tom looked around, hoping Harry and Tom’s bodyguard Jack weren’t far away.

The couple had been on break for a few weeks now but Tom knew better than to go many places- especially in the US- without Jack; and he never risked it if y/n was going with him.

He’d made that mistake once a year ago after a date they had in New York and panicked when they were swarmed.

Neither one enjoyed the fame and constant lack of privacy.

They loved their fans, but they needed some time alone too.

After Tom’s shirt was ripped leaving their date night by some rather aggressive fans, he refused to not have Jack nearby.

He knew he could, and would, protect y/n at all costs should anything happen.

But he couldn’t fathom risking it in the slightest, what if he was too tired from working, or sore from training, or…

The concerns went on for a long time and he pleased with y/n to let him have Jack go with them.

He understood her wanting privacy, he did too.

But he assured her it would be only in public situations and that he’d make sure Jack knew not to be within earshot of the couple unless needed or requested.

That combined with her seeing the compassionate concern in his eyes and loving Jack as an older brother allowed them to reach a comfortable security plan.

However, today the couple had ventured out of their vacation rental really early.

They’d assumed most people wouldn’t be awake yet; and they’d been correct.

Tom had texted Jack when they left that should they not be back when he wakes up to ask him for their latest location and join them.

He was so excited to enjoy a nice calming day with the love of his life.

The fall weather was a bit breezy but it meant he got to enjoy her wearing one of his black sweaters that always looked so good on her.

They’d been to a small little cafe for some breakfast and coffee/tea, watched the sun come up from a random hill y/n had spotted, and were presently walking through the park talking about Tom’s family.

Yet, all of that bliss ended when the sudden scream of fans cut through the soft crunching of leaves as they walked.

Tom felt a bit more calm when he noticed Jack was heading his way with a steady pace, but not one that would draw more attention.

He’d not texted Jack their location, not even aware he was up yet.

But he suspected the fans had been recording the couple for awhile as there was a decent sized group by now.

“Tommy, it’s okay” y/n whispered, holding onto the back hem of his hoodie as the group approached.

Tom took a deep breath to calm his frustration and offered a slight nod to her without looking away from the threat.

“We can’t have just one day” he muttered.

She sighed, “I know baby”.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! You’re- you’re Tom Holland and y/f/n y/l/n!” The closest girl gasped with her camera pointed at them.

Tom nodded, a forced smile on his tired face, before he put on his face mask, “Hi, yes, we are, please just stay calm and distanced, and we’ll of course get photos”.

The girl nodded and visibly restrained her excitement.

Tom glanced back to you, nerves calming when his eyes settled on your beautiful and encouraging smile before you slipped your mask on.

They’d taken countless socially distanced photos with fans as Jack watched from the side, ready to step in as needed.

“Thank you!” The last fan proclaimed, giving an awkward bow before running off.

Tom laughed softly, his arm instantly wrapping around y/N’s waist to pull her closer to his side as he tried to relax again.

Y/n stretched upwards, lowering her mask again to give him a petite kiss on his cheek, making him smile like a fool as he lowered his.

“See, it was fine T. Now it’s us again” she encouraged.

Tom nodded, “still tiring. I just wanted to be with you… just you”.

She sighs softly, “I know handsome, I wanted it to be just us today too. But come on, let’s not let this ruin it”.

Tom smiled at her optimism, “God I love you”.

Y/n giggled shyly, beaming up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “let’s continue our walk, shall we?”

It hadn’t been more than thirty seconds before another fan was walking towards them.

Tom sighed as he slid his mask back into place.

As she went to do the same, y/n looked up and saw Jack quickening his pace, making y/n separate from Tom.

She had learned that it was much easier for Jack to intervene that way, especially when a fan was alone as they could only focus on one person, letting Jack guard them while the other left.

Tom often wanted that person to be y/n of course, but she’d forced him to compromise to letting it be whoever was in the better position to flee.

Harry, Tom’s brother, was half jogging to keep up with Jack.

Tom tensed as soon as she broke contact with him.

The fan hadn’t said anything, too focused on recording the couple but was still walking directly at them.

Tom turned to look at y/n in confusion and also to make sure she was alright.

She raised her eyebrow slightly, looking at the man but shrugged.

He sighed and grabbed her hand, trying to keep walking and hopefully pass the fan.

“Hey,” the fan finally called out just as y/n and Tom neared him.

However, what pissed Tom off was that the guy hadn’t just interrupted verbally, he’d grabbed Tom’s shoulder to do so.

“Nah, don’t touch me” Tom warned, stepping back from the fan instantly, his grip on y/N’s hand tightening.

“Hey man it’s cool, I -“ he began again, trying to touch Tom’s shoulder.

“Woah, woah” y/n said, tugging Tom backwards, “he said not to to touch him. Come on, social distance you know? COVID’s spreading and -“.

“You need to leave” Jack stated, pushing between the fan and the couple.

Tom gritted his teeth, trying to remain professional but so desperately wanting to drag y/n out of the park and knock this guy down on his way.

The fan tried arguing to which Tom just shook his head in frustration, squeezing y/N’s hand and deciding to just do as he wished; leave.

Y/n didn’t resist, not wanting to be near this fan who clearly didn’t respect their request to stay distant.

Once Tom had gotten her out of the area, the two now with Harry and walking back to the car Jack drove to them, Tom stopped.

He looked around, making sure no one else was coming and sighed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning y/N’s body.

“Tommy, love, I’m totally fine” she promised, squeezing his hand.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes but also understood that the pandemic made his brother even more cautious in public, worried y/n would get sick.

Tom was always anxious of the unknown and they didn’t know much yet about the illness this pandemic caused so he really didn’t want her to get sick from it.

Tom nodded, “okay, I’m going to take this hoodie off when we get to the car, I don’t trust him”.

Y/n giggled, “okay baby, but I don’t think he was close for long enough to worry”.

He knew it was overkill, but he refused to be the reason she got sick.

“Still, come on love. Let’s get back” he said, pulling her to the side of him that the man didn’t touch.

“You done now? I want cuddles” y/n pouted, looking up as Tom dried his hair off with a towel.

Tom grinned and nodded with a small laugh, walking over to her.

“Good” she hummed, moving over to make room for him on the couch.

He sat down and pulled his legs up before lifting her up.

“Tom” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“You wanted cuddles” he teased, setting her on his lap and burying his face in her hair.

“You’re still wet” she groaned, “I think the shower was overkill”.

“I looked it up, it probably was” he muttered embarrassed, making her giggle, “but worth it”.

“Worth me no longer wanting cuddles?” She teased, squirming in his arms.

Tom rolled his eyes, kissing her earlobe, “if it means you being safe, yes”.

She blushed and stopped wiggling, “but does that mean you’ll shower every time we leave now? That’s a lot of wasted time”.

He laughed, “no, I just..”

Tom sighed, thinking back to the incident, “I can’t believe he thought it was smart to try and touch us”.

“You, babe. He touched you” she corrected, poking his cheek.

He huffed, “lesser of two evils I suppose. If he’d tried-“.

“But he didn’t T, now just relax okay?” Y/n pleaded, “we’re here at the rental, none of us are sick, Harry and Jack are getting groceries, everything is taken care of”.

Tom let out a sigh of relief as she patiently worked to calm his anxiety, “yes, thank you, darling”.

——Time Skip——

“You look so breathtaking” Tom sighed, leaning back in his chair as he watched y/n finish her makeup.

She turned and grinned, walking to him and kissing his nose, “look who’s talking, dear”.

Tom smiled, softly guiding her back from him so he could stand, his arms finding her waist in an instant.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to go to one without masks” y/n laughed, touching her face.

He chuckled and nodded, “everyone there is either negative or-“.

“I know T, honey, I know we’re safe” she nodded, “I’m just.., my face feels naked”.

Tom busted up laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head, “naked?”

“Your face doesn’t feel naked without a mask at this point?! Mine does” she protested.

He opened his eyes, his laugh still shaking his body, “I probably would have described it a bit differently my love, but I understand”.

She shrugs, spinning to the door, dragging his hand behind her, “we should get going”.

“She looks so different without a mask” y/n mumbled about a random celebrity, making Tom laugh.

“She does!” She argued, glaring at him over her shoulder.

“You’re precious, darling” he smiled, following her into the venue.

She let out a sigh of relief, the event set up more familiarly to those prior to COVID.

“Feels weird” she laughed, “but a good weird I think”.

Tom nodded, his hand resting on her back as he took in the scene.

———

“Whew “ she laughed, a bit tipsy, “that was fun”.

He wanted to roll his eyes at her jokingly but all he could do was smile as he watched her enjoy herself.

“Love, here,” he reached out, trying to take the heels from her hand, “you’re going to stab someone with those”.

The heels swung towards him as she spun to him before dropping them in his opened hand.

“Case in point” he teased, the ends of her heels having barely missed his outstretched hand.

“Oops” she mumbled, a drunken smile on her lips.

Tom smiled at her and shook his head, “we should get you home”.

She nodded and continued walking back to their ride.

“Y/n!” Tom heard someone shout, breaking him from his trance.

His head whipped around but he couldn’t see anyone other than the other attendees who’d also been on their way out.

He looked back down the street a few feet closer to the venue, to where Jack and Harry were.

He nodded as he made eye contact with Jack, not knowing who was suddenly shouting her name.

Albeit, she didn’t seem to notice, still in her daze as she glanced around at the shiny decorative lights surrounding them on this stretch of the street.

Tom reached for her just as a random person, he suspected was a fan, appeared to her left.

“It is you!” The guy cheered, clasping his hand on her arm and pulling her to him for a photo.

Tom’s heart dropped to his stomach in fear as his fists balled up at his side.

He nearly leapt forward as y/n stumbled due to the sudden direction change and her drunken state. Tom growled, pushing on the man’s shoulder, “get your hands off her”.

“Chill dude, I just want a photo” He glared.

Y/n tried to maintain her appearance so she looked more sober, not understanding the situation taking place but seeing the fan’s camera.

“First, you ask, you arse” Tom shouted, “second, do not touch her”.

The fan groaned, and took a picture before letting go of y/n’s arm despite Tom looking ready to kill.

If y/n had resisted or otherwise been more uncomfortable, Tom probably would have as it was taking all his self control to not act.

Tom pushed the fan back now that doing so wouldn’t cause y/n to trip, Tom’s arm now being hooked around her waist to support her.

“What the hell man?!” The fan yelled, getting closer to Tom.

Jack swiftly removed the man from Tom’s face, a tight grip on him as he leads him away.

“Don’t touch us” Tom remarked.

“Relax dude, I didn’t even grab her that hard” the fan argued.

Tom simply flipped the man off with a glare before he faced, y/n who was rubbing her eyes and yawning.

He huffed with a small laugh over her having no clue what had happened in front of her.

Tom kissed her temple before guiding her back to the car safely.

———

“I’ll be honest, I don’t remember most of that night” y/n blushed, biting her lip and looking away from the Katie, interviewer.

Tom hummed and nodded with a smirk, “the champagne seemed pretty strong”.

“Were you sober that night Tom?” Katie asked.

Tom knew his media and publicity manager had wanted this whole ordeal to blow over.

Fortunately, the whole ordeal from the start was recorded by another fan.

The now viral video allowed y/n to learn what happened that night that made Tom excessively protective and clingy the next day.

But it also showed the public that Tom’s outrage was warranted.

Tom had always maintained a healthy public image so his team wasn’t super pleased when the video dropped.

However, after weeks of refusing interviewers to ask about that night, Tom demanded he get a chance to speak about it.

Hence why the interviewer before him was very intrigued to be the first to hear his side.

Tom nodded, “I was sober. I had maybe two drinks much earlier that evening. If you’re asking because you think that influenced my actions, it didn’t “.

Y/n smiled at him kindly, “I don’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s not like Tom hit him or something”.

Tom bit his tongue to keep from confessing how he had wanted to.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just a new side to him is all” Katie assured.

Y/n knew the conversation would go this way and that she was advised to let Tom do his explanation and simply move on.

But she didn’t like that idea, she didn’t like the public treating them this way and acting like they knew everything.

Tom opened his mouth to speak but y/n shifted to sit up straighter and spoke before he could, “no”.

“Look, this rant may seem like a new side to me from what the public typically sees. But that’ll just highlight my point” she laughed dryly.

“The thing is, we love what we do and the fans. But there’s a line. I don’t go around putting my hands on people I’ve never met. Why is it acceptable to do that to us?” Y/n asked.

The audience cheered but the interviewer looked shocked.

“See, it’s not. No one else is expected to just accept that. All he did was defend his girlfriend, defend me, from someone who was not respecting boundaries or body autonomy” y/n explained, smiling gratefully at Tom before facing the interviewer again.

“I’m pleased that most people are seeing this for what it is. But to those asking questions like that or judging him, myself, or others for that night” y/n sighed, shaking her head.

“It needs to stop. We give up a great deal of privacy to do what we do. But that doesn’t mean you know everything about us. I don’t even know every single detail about myself! No we’re not constantly putting on a front and preventing to be nice people when we’re secretly mean “ she laughed, already knowing how people were going to take her last remark.

“But these comments about how this is a new side to him are ignorant. Tom’s always been protective over those he cares about. I mean, my God, I know fans have recorded some of it before now! I’ve seen a video of him having to defend a fan who was facing a panic attack from another person in the crowd. There’s videos of him shielding his family from aggressive paparazzi” She pointed out.

“The list goes on, so, no. If you think this is a new side to him, or that me arguing here and not just accepting the commentary is a new side to either of us, it just proves my point” She rambled, Tom holding her hand in his as she let her frustrations out.

“We don’t ask for much from the fans or the public, and I’m not asking you to understand, but can’t you see this is ridiculous?” Y/n finished.

Tom ignored the cameras on them and brought their enclosed hands up to his lips.

“Oh Ms. y/l/n, I can see how frustrating this has been for you guys. I can’t imagine all of the constant attention” the interviewer says softly, a look of guilt on her face.

Y/n and Tom simply nodded in response, Tom’s eyes not leaving the side of y/n’s face.

“May I ask, if you’re not asking us to understand. If there was one thing you could ask from the fans and public, what would that be?” She asked.

“Don’t touch us” Tom stated, looking her way.

Katie sighed and nodded, “it’s sad you have to ask that”.

Tom pursed his lips briefly and nodded, “and yet we do. I am not going to apologize for defending y/n, or anyone else. I’m not asking for people to be fine with that”.

“People constantly try touching us, even in the midst of COVID I had people grabbing us. The invasion of privacy is already bad enough, we don’t need this” He explained.

“So, if there’s one thing I need, we need, from the public is simple” Tom informs her.

“And merely a sign of respect” y/n agreed, nodding at him.

“Just,” Tom concluded, “don’t touch us”.

The interviewer nodded and casually rerouted the conversation to the next topic.

When they walked backstage, Harry held his phone in front of them.

“You have a catchphrase now” Harry smirked towards Tom, winking at y/n.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him and peered over at the screen before laughing.

Tom blushed as he saw memes, supportive tweets, and other content sharing the line ‘don’t touch us’ went viral already.

“Maybe they listen now” Tom laughed shyly, hiding his face against y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Harry smiled kindly, pulling his phone back, “maybe you’ll get some more privacy”.

“Doubt it” y/n laughed and shrugged, her hand catching Tom’s head when her actions caused it to slip off her shoulder.

She squeezed his cold ear and kissed his forehead before he rested his head back on her arm again.

“From what I see” Harry smirked, laughing, “I don’t think it matters, so long as they ‘don’t touch us’ hmm?”

Tom laughed and rolled his eyes, “exactly”.

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Compliments

Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic about Tom and sister!reader doing a live together and there are a lot of comments about how beautiful the reader is etc and Tom kinda goes into protective brother mode

Tom Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N gets flattering comments while her and Tom are doing a live stream.

Warnings: sibling fluff

a/n: thank you for the request! not the longest but hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

"Hey, Y/N, wanna go live with me?" Tom asks, stepping into his sister's room as he opens the Instagram app on his phone.

"Sure." Y/N answers. Tom sits on her bed and Y/N grabs a few books so he can rest the phone against them if he gets tired of holding it.

"How do you do it?" Tom mutters to himself, his eyebrows pinched in confusion. Y/N laughs at his lack of technology skills before starting the live for him. "Thank you." Tom mumbles, watching as people start to flood in.

"I'll give it a few minutes for more people." Tom says, setting the phone up against the pile of books. Y/N sits next to him and watches as comments flood the bottom of the screen.

After a couple of minutes, Tom decides to start talking, figuring that enough people are in it.

"Okay, uh, hello everybody. I just... I wanted something to do and figured why not go live since I haven't done it in a little bit. And Y/N, my little sister for those who may not know, is also with me." He states and Y/N waves to the camera.

The siblings start talking about whatever they think of and also answer some of the questions that are sent in.

They're looking through the comments trying to find a question.

Y/N is a literal goddess!!

QUEEN!!!!

Y/N could slap me and I'd thank her

Y/N's definitely the prettiest Holland

Whoever gets to date and eventually marry Y/N is a lucky person

i would kill to be y/n. or with y/n

she is the most gorgeous person on this planet!!

Y/N was sculpted by God and he took his time with her

Y/N shyly giggles at all of the comments, her cheeks burning beet red. She ducks her head, attempting to hide her obvious blushing. Tom's eyes lightly roll almost as a reflex.

Y/N, can I get your number?

"Okay, watch it. She doesn't want anybody's number." Tom states after seeing that comment.

"Tom." Y/N lightly punches his arm.

"What? You're not giving out your number to anybody. You're not allowed to date." Tom states.

"I'm 18." Y/N retorts.

"Yeah, that's too young." Tom says making her roll her eyes. "And she isn't that amazing."

"Thomas!" Y/N shoves him.

"I love you, but I'm making sure you don't get a boyfriend or anything, Y/N." Tom says. "Too young."

"You were dating at my age." Y/N reminds.

"yeah, but I had no older siblings to stop me. You have three." Tom grins at her. She shoves him again making him laugh. Tom goes back to looking through comments, finding many more admiring Y/N's beauty.

"Okay, no, you need to leave. Everybody's obsessing over you." Tom says, putting his hand over Y/N's face and gently pushing her away.

"I'm not going anywhere. You asked me to be here." Y/N says, smacking his hand away from her face. "And as they should. I'm the best looking sibling."

"Wha-- you are not!" Tom argues.

"Did you just call me ugly?" Y/N asks.

"I didn't and you know it. You're just not the best looking. I am." Tom says.

"You are not!" Y/N objects.

"Yes, I am!"

The two siblings continue to bicker about who looks better, the fans enjoying the content of the oldest and youngest Holland siblings.

"Okay, Y/N is very beautiful, inside and out, but nobody is allowed to date her. You'd have to get through me, Sam, and Harry which is not easy. We'll sic both Paddy and Tessa on you." Tom stated before he ended the live.

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milophiliac · 2 years

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REDACTED ACTOR AU

A/N : heheheh I liked writing this one. Mention of he/him Darlin in one of the hc's so you might want to look out for that [not exactly- more like they wanted to take the role of one of the dudes so do with this info as you will] Genre : Headcanons Word Count : o.2 k Warnings : Not proofread. Slight mention of male (?) darlin.

♦ Asher actually has a heavy Texan accent. He had to work on it a lot before filming. One out of every three bloopers is just Asher forgetting to say things with a more standard accent.

♦ David and Darlin' are distant cousins. They're really close and initially the both of them auditioned for each other's parts. The casting directors almost sent the both of them back during the auditions. ♦ Milo is really quiet on-set. He's usually seen reading a book or memorizing his lines. But don't be fooled, he's pulled many pranks on set with Asher [most of them on David]. ♦ Freelancer is friends with everyone on set. Even people that they don't have scenes with [Like Vincent and William]. They're literally everyone's favorite person on-set. ♦ Damien and Sam are very close friends [they met each other through Freelancer], they don't meet each other much on-set but they make sure to meet each other otherwise, they're almost always together. ♦ Gavin is a very flirty person even off-screen [not in an annoying way] he's constantly flustering whoever's filming with him. Surprisingly, Lasko is actually the hardest to fluster off-screen. In fact, Lasko flusters Gavin instead at times. ♦ William and Caelum have a father-son bond. Both of them revise their lines together, William usually saves a seat for Caelum whenever he doesn't show up with him to the break room. ♦ Lasko is a very chatty person, Huxley and Lasko talk to each other in the greenrooms whenever they get their make-up done [much to the dismay of their make-up team].

♦ Angel and Baabe auditioned together. The both of them were really good friends even before becoming co-stars. Them and Freelancer are always seen together. ♦ Huxley is the Tom Holland of the cast. Either Gavin or Damien has to be with him whenever he goes on interviews. Fans have often made Huxley spill a lot of the future scripts and the directors have had enough of him [well not really obviously they love Hux]. ♦ Lovely, Darlin' and Freelancer have the most bloopers. Lovely usually forgets their line. Freelancer laughs in the middle of serious scenes. Darlin' mixes up their dialogues often. All three of them have little blooper dances that they do [bc they know damn well that the bloopers would probably be posted later on, might as well fail in style].

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Family Pranks || Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom holland x youtuber!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Sam said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait what?!”

“Your friends silly” you say.

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

“Why? Im literally on it” You smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you are whoring around?”

“Tom!” Harrison and Tuwaine both shout.

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

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

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

“Like what!”

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

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

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

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

“Y-yeah” You croak out.

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

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

“No” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

“Very funny prank” Harrison claps sarcastically.

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

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

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