#thollande

K homeboy would constantly have a part of him on your

Not like gross but all cute and innocent

Like a head on your shoulder

An arm around your waist

A hand on your leg, things like that 

And he wouldn’t really care where you guys were at

Watching the Quidditch game and you’re cold? 

He’d undo his thick outer robe and pull you close

And wrap you both in the robe like a burrito

And in the Great Hall? You bet your sweet bippy he’s gonna be sitting next to you 

cause who cares if you were in different Houses??? The whole separation between the Houses is bull and Peter knows it

And he’ll have an arm around your shoulders or fiddling with the ends of your hair at all times

You’d also snuggle on one of the couches in your common room

You’d be leaning against him and he’d have his arms around you

And whenever you needed to get up, he’d wrap his arms and legs around you, whining like a little kid

“NO DON’T GO PLEASE DON’T GO!”

“I’m just going to the bathroom, Pete”

“…..oh”

and he’d also ran his hands thru your hair when you were leaning against him

He would play with the ends of your hair, wrap strands together, amazed at how many things you could do with it becuz he may be a Hufflepuff but he’s a nerd

Before you know it, he’s attempting to braid it

“do you need help?”

“No, I’m gonna figure this out”

“you’re not even close to doing it right”

“But.. but I’m wrapping them together!”

“taking a clump of my hair and twisting it isn’t really a braid”

“…. but i get points for trying, right?”

“10 points to hufflepuff”

“YAY!”

And he’d apologize a million times if he pulled too hard 

“OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU OK GOSH I’M SO SORRY”

But after a few days of trying, Peter would get the hang of it

And now every time you are together, he’ll braid your hair

You’d fall asleep on him one cold, rainy afternoon after drinking an unhealthy amount of hot cocoa and warm butterbeer

and you’d wake up with Peter’s arms around you and him just staring at you

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No. You’re just really cute when you’re sleeping.”

“Oh. thanks! you’re so sweet”

“And you have a cute snore too.”

“I do not snore!”

He’d also love burying his face in your hair

like, the two of you are in herbology

and you’re working with this really smell plant

peter would just come up behind you and kinda slam his head into your neck and just stand there

“um… what are you doing”

“your hair is soft… and the plants smell bad”

he’s such a dork omg i’m dead

OMG and if anyone touches you, he’d be right there in like a second

He’d stand between you and the person and hold your hand behind his back

“what are you doing touching my girl”

he’s trying to be scary but I mean, it’s peter

he’s not super intimidating

but he gets points for trying

“he was just shaking my hand!”

“oh… well she’s mine. back off.”

asdlkjfaldsf can I have a peter?

“Peter,” You whispered, “You gotta get up. You fell asleep.” Peter grunted again and rolled over, facing the back of the couch, away from you. You huffed and gripped his shoulder tighter. “Peter, you need to wake up.” You shook him a little more violently. No response. You groaned again. Good grief, the boy slept like a log. You hated to resort to such a drastic measure, but it had to be done at this point. You got up and went to your kitchen, grabbing a couple ice cubes from the freezer. The ice bit into the skin of your palm, already melting a little. You crept back into the living room, doing your best to not to giggle out loud. You wanted to video Peter’s reaction, but you knew Peter would do the same to you next time you fell asleep together, so decided not to film it. 

You knelt by Peter again, this time gently pulling the back of his shirt. You checked behind you to make sure you had room to move backward quickly once you completed your mission. You took a deep breath and stifled another giggle before dropping both ice cubes down the back of your boyfriend’s shirt. You lurched backwards as Peter yelped and shot up, his arms and legs flailing about as he scrambled off the couch. 

“OH MY GOSH,” Peter shrieked. Somehow, he ended up crawling over the back of the couch and fell off the top, landing with a large thud. You couldn’t hold your laughter in anymore and lost it, laughing so hard your stomach hurt and tears were streaming down your face. You brushed away the tears, remnants of the melted ice cube still on your fingers made you gasp a little when your fingers touched your cheeks. 

Peter’s disheveled head popped up from behind the couch like a Wack-A-Mole, eyes narrowed at you. 

“I cannot believe you just did that,” Peter said, mock disgust and anger. “I was having a perfectly good dream about seeing the world’s longest physical record of the value of pi.” You giggled more and felt a few more tears drop from your eyes. 

“I didn’t even know they wrote down the value of pi,” You laughed, trying to get it together. Peter huffed and rolled his eyes, standing up from behind the couch. He shivered and crossed his arms. 

“Why did you do that anyway? That was a little rude,” Peter said, sticking out his lower lip in a fake pout. He stifled a yawn as you responded.

“I was trying to wake you up nicely, but it wasn’t working,” You explained, drying the last of your tears and standing up as well. “You fell asleep during the documentary and I was going to try to move you to your bed so you could sleep better.”

Peter’s eyes widened, arms dropping to his side. “Oh my gosh I fell asleep?! Y/N, I am so sorry! I know who much you wanted to watch that documentary with me. Look, I’ll go get a Rockstar or Monster or something so I can stay awake, okay? We’ll finish it tonight, okay? Do you want anything?” Peter spouted out his apology so fast you could barely what he said. Peter turned on his heel and rushed toward his bedroom, where his shoes were. 

“Peter, wait,” You protested, following him. You reached Peter’s bedroom while he was sitting on his bed, bent over to tie on his worn-out Keds shoes. His mouth was stretched into a large, loud yawn and he stretched his arms above his head. His shirt rode up a little and you caught a glimpse of his gorgeous abs. “Peter, you don’t have to stay awake if you’re tired. I don’t mind.” 

“No, I’m going to stay awake,” Peter argued, dropping his hands to his knees. He sighed, clearly bracing himself to stand up. He rocked backward then forward, using his momentum to aid in him standing up. When he reached his feet, he yawned again, scrubbing his eyes with his fists like a tired toddler. You smiled and let out a little sigh. Peter was easily the cutest person in the whole universe. He hobbled over to the doorway, where you stood. Still rubbing his eyes, he bumped into you. Your arms shot out to grab onto his, stabilizing him. Peter dropped his fists from his eyes and looked at you. 

Up close, you could see the dark bags under his eyes, how his eyelids drooped and were having a hard time staying open. His hair was messy, with his waves sticking every which way. He looked completely and utterly exhausted. You felt your heart go out to him, wishing you could restore his energy transform him back into his nerdy, perky self. You ran your hands from his arms up to his neck, gently holding his face in your hands. 

“You’re really pretty,” Peter mumbled, staring at you. His eyes were soft with adoration as he admired you. You let a small smile tug on the corners of your lips and tilted your head. 

“You need to sleep, Peter,” You gently pulled his head level to your lips and planted a gentle kiss on his jaw. You felt his shudder and his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. He nuzzled his face into the side of your neck and purred. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him back. 

“Please stay with me, Y/N,” Peter mumbled into your neck, his warm breath sending waves of goosebumps and shivers down your body. 

“Okay,” You agreed. You loosened your grip on your boyfriend. “Go lay down in the bedroom.” Peter nodded and trudged to his bed, flopping down onto the mattress. You kneeled in front of him, untying his shoes and slipping them off his feet.

Normally he would protest, insisting you don’t have to worry but he was far gone. He sprawled out on the bed as much as he probably could. There was something about Peter when he slept. It was the only time he could be completely normal. His face was soft and smooth. His precious pink lips came to a slight pout that reminded you of a little boy. Once his shoes were off you moved his legs to be on the bed and he shifted. You went to the dresser to get a sleep t-shirt and some shorts. As soon as you laid down, Peter instantly knew and clinged to you wrapping his arms around your body and snuggling his nose back into his spot at the crook of your neck placing his head on your chest. All you could feel was his skin on yours and your heart racing inside your chest. All you could hear was his breathing and his steady heartbeat. Wrapping your arms around him in return you start stroking his arm. You rub your fingertips lightly up his arm and then back down to his hand. The contrast of his strong muscles under his smooth skin left you mesmerized. His hands are rougher; his knuckles are hard and you know this is because of the work he does while he is Spider-Man. On the other hand, they still have a gentleness to them. Interlacing your fingers with his, you can see all the times he has solved a math problem or conducted a science experiment. You can see all the times he’s written a letter for you, all the times he’s hugged his aunt May, gave his best friend Ned a fist bump, and all the times he has used those same hands to hold you and make sure you know you are worthwhile. You loved those hands. His hands. Hands that belonged to a boy that had the weight of New York City on his shoulders when his only worries should be school related. This boy was so grown up, he had a million responsibilities, but in this moment the ceased to exist. In this moment, all that mattered was the sleepy boy in your arms. The only time you ever saw him completely calm was when he was fast asleep. And in that moment you didn’t mind that he was in deep sleep while you were wide awake because you got to admire him. Taking your hand from his lazy sleep grasp, your slip your fingers from his to bring them to his face. Rubbing his temple you admired his face and it reminded you of the boy Peter Parker had been. Peter still had that childlike innocence in him and that was part of the reason he had such a big heart. Realizing how much you truly loved this boy, you ran your fingers through his soft curls. As you did this he moaned and squeezed you tighter to him. In that moment you also thought about how you were never going to be able to get enough of this boy. For the next few minutes you continued to rub his arm, his hair, and his back to comfort him the best you could in his sleep. In that moment life was simple, and you quickly fell asleep with Peter in your arms feeling completely at peace.

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@captainpeggy40

Harrison is easily one of the most protective boyfriends on the planet

If ANYONE does you wrong…

Well, good luck finding the body vause Harrison has at least ten different methods of murder and just as many airtight alibis

So,  when the Battle of Hogwarts started, Harrison never let you leave his side

You could barely cast your own spells to fight off the Death Eaters because Harrison also took them out first

“I want to fight! I can defend myself!”

“You are not fighting! You are staying with me!”

“If I’m staying with you, I will fight!” 

Harrison finally caved, letting you take out some of the enemies on your own

Because you were good fighting (better than he was, but he would never admit it)

There were a few points when an avada kedavra spell came flying towards you and Harrison had to pull you down to the side to dodge it

When he almost got hit, you were there to yank him away

The end of the battle was hard, as every fight is

So the two of you were on your last legs, basically just throwing spells left and right, more concerned about the other than yourself

You were dueling with a Death Eater when another came up behind you

He cast a spell

Harrison lunged, putting himself between the blast and you

You heard him yell and turned in time to see him fall to the ground

You screamed and cast avada kedavra on both Death Eaters

You just fell to the floor, trying to see how bad the damage was

It was just expelliarmus, not a super strong spell

But it had been strong enough to give Harrison a large mark on his chest

“You’re such an idiot”

“It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention”

“I was fighting someone else and I don’t have eyes on the back of my head!”

“I’m sure there’s a spell that can fix that”

“Don’t you dare”

After the battle was over, Harrison only spent a day in the infirmary

He only had a bruise, but since it was the size of a textbook, it wasn’t something he could get by without it getting looked at by a professional

Even injured, Harrison still never let you leave him

Not that you wanted to anyway

And Harrison was a big baby when he was sick or injured

He suddenly lost any and all capability to do anything himself

“Love, can you get me a cup of tea?”

“There’s one right there, on the nightstand”

“I can’t reach it”

“It’s literally six inches away from your hand!”

When Harrison returned back to the Slytherin common room, you went with him, ready to cuddle

Cause you had been unable to do nothing more than hold your boyfriend’s hand

And gosh darn it you wanted to feel his arms around you 

But with his bruise, cuddling on the couch was difficult

You couldn’t rest your head on his chest like you normally did

“Ouch!”

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry!”

So the two of you just settled for sitting next to each other, with you resting your head on his shoulder

He would hold your hand, his large hand completely covering your smaller one

And turn his head towards you so he could rest his lips on the top of your head

After he healed, he memorized the day of the injury

So every year, on that date, he could ask you to do something for him 

“Y’know, love, there was that accident a while ago. Actually, it was a year ago today. And since I saved your life, could you do something for me?”

“Are you seriously asking me to do something as a ‘thank you’ for a reckless decision you made?”

“I only made it because I was a fool in love.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard… what do you want.”

*Two years later* “Y’know love, there was that accident a while ago. Actually, it was two years ago today. And since I saved your life, could you do something for me?”

“Why can’t you just ask me normally to do something like every other human being?!”

“Because this way is much more entertaining”

*Three years later*

You and Harrison were on a date

Just a normal date through London

He grew up in the wizarding world, so the muggle world was completely foreign to him

But since it’s where you grew up, you were more than happy to show him around

And he completely fell in love with London

His favorite thing to do was window shopping. He would laugh every time you pointed out something cute 

After a day of browsing, you two settled in at your favorite cafe. 

Harrison bought you your favorite drink in the biggest size they had and ordered an iced cold brew

“Harrison, it’s cold. You’re drinking an iced drink?”

“It’s just like my heart, love. Dark, cold and bitter.”

“… why am I dating you again?”

The two of you sat down at a table by the windows, watching people as they walked by

You guys chatted and before you knew it, your drinks were finished. 

Harrison grabbed your empty ups and went to throw them away

He came back, walking slowly

He looked terrified

You looked at him in confusion

He stopped at the table, staring at you

A long moment of silence before you spoke

“Harrison? Are you all right?”

Then he got down on one knee and opened a small velvet box

“Y’know love, there was an accident a while ago. Actually, it was two years ago today. And since I saved your life, I was wondering if you could do something for me… would you marry me?”

Obviously, you said yes

“Practice, I guess,” You answered, smiling widely. You hear a faint click and saw a cameraman a few feet away, behind Tom at an angle. The man’s camera was angled at you two, surely catching a candid photo of Tom with his messy hair and you mid-giggle, a wide smile stretching over your face. You felt your cheeks heat up again and straightened your posture, fixing your gaze on the script in front of you. It was a big day; the script reading for the untitled fourth Avengers movie. Of course there was going to be cameras. You glanced around the room again and saw a small film crew of three people in the corner of the large room. A small blinking red light on the camera indicated that they were already capturing the action. You suddenly felt a little nervous; your every move was going to be observed and recorded, then shown internationally in either the bonus features on the DVD copy of the movie or a random interview with the cast and crew of the movie during the press tour. You should pay close attention to what you did. 

“That’s insane how fast you did that,” Tom continued, seemingly unaware of the photographer behind him and the film crew in the corner. You smiled again. He was so amazed at such a minute feat it was adorable. 

“It’s not really that amazing, but thank you,” You said, smiling again. Tom stretched his hand out, resting on your script. 

“I’m Tom by the way. Tom Holland. Not to be confused with the other Tom. Who’s last name also starts with an H. Who’s also from London.” Tom’s rambling introduction made you giggle slightly and you gripped your hand in his, shaking it politely. As soon as your fingers touched his skin, it felt like electricity raced through your body. It was like something you didn’t know was missing fell into place. You liked it. 

“The name’s Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N,” You answered coyly, smirking at your James Bond reference. Tom laughed. 

“OK, everyone, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” A voice announced. You turned to the head of the table, eyeing the director, screenwriters and producer of the film. You swallowed the lump in your throat and began to listen to the director as they introduced themselves, then began to make their way around the table, introducing everyone. The director motioned in your direction, announcing your name and your title as assistant script writer. At the mention of your position, Tom glanced at you, eyes wide. You met his gaze and he exaggeratedly mouthed the word “wow”. You rolled your eyes a little and let a small smile tug on the corner of your lips. 

The reading began. Whenever you and Tom met eyes, he made an entertaining face, trying to get you to let out a giggle. You barely held them in, trying to stay quiet and professional. You saw the photographer capture a few of Tom’s faces which included but were not limited to an impersonation of the Hulk’s face, crossing his eyes, attempting to cross one eye, flaring his nostrils and attempting, and failing horribly, to wiggle his eyebrows like worms. The script reading went smoothly. As with any movie, numerous changes were made to the script, leaving your copy of the manuscript littered with pen and pencil markings, notes in the margins and sometimes entire pages scribbled over in Sharpie. The director decided to take a break a few hours into the meeting. Most of the cast and crew left the room to get snacks, drinks or use the restroom. Everyone began to socialize with each other, making a comfortable din. You stayed seated, thinking over the changes being made and reading ahead to see if there could be any other improvements. You heard the chair next to you squeak across the floor and looked up. 

Tom lowered himself into the chair, facing you. Your breathing hitched and your heart began to race. It was nerve-wracking to have someone so famous and so attractive sitting next to you. 

“So, assistant script writer, huh?” Tom asked, propping his elbows on his knees and linking his hands together. You glanced at him, admiring his physique up close. 

“Yeah,” You said, focusing on writing down questions for when the meeting resumed and your conversation with the gorgeous British actor. You pulled the script off the table and placed it on your lap, twisting in your seat to face Tom. “It’s a really fun job. I like it a lot!”

“How long have you had this job?” Tom inquired. Something about his voice when he asked that question made your heart melt. 

“Not very long,” You responded, glancing at him. Gosh darn it he was so attractive. “Why do you ask? Are you doubting my abilities as a writer?” You teased, smirking. 

“What? No!” Tom looked shocked then confused, his face wrinkling in the cutest way possible. His voice raised an octave when he said ‘no’ and he furiously shook his head, making his already messy curls flop around his head. “I was just trying to make conversation. You seem incredibly talented, considering all the questions and ideas you had.”

“Thanks,” You laughed. You were in the middle of writing down an idea when a shadow came between you and the script. You gasped when Tom’s lips met yours. You were kissing THE Tom Holland, the actor who played Spider-Man. You were kissing him! You felt giddiness erupt in your heart and you raised a hand, gently tracing your hand over his sharp jawline. Tom leaned back, letting out a little sigh. He kept your heads close together, your finger still resting on his jawline. 

“Sorry, I just had to do that,” Tom said quietly. His voice was a mixture of the British twenty one year old man he was and the fifteen year old American boy he portrayed. The combination of huskiness and youthfulness made your heart and stomach dance. You smiled, breathing a little hard. 

“I don’t mind at all,” You responded, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. 

“You missed,” Tom said, smirking. You raised your eyebrows, catching on to what he was doing. 

“Oh really? Where was I supposed to kiss you, then?” You asked coyly. Tom smiled wider. 

“Here, darling” Tom answered, planting another kiss on your lips. Your heart raced again and you smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. You giggled at Tom’s cuteness and looked at your script. A subtle click brought you back to reality. You glanced at the photographer, who was just lowering his camera and standing a few feet from you. 

“Sorry,” He said, smiling sheepishly, “you guys have just been really cute together. I couldn’t help snap a few shots.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about it, man,” Tom said, rising from the seat and walking to the photographer. He extended a hand and shook it. “Do you mind sending the photos you have of us?”

“Well...” The photographer said, shuffling his feet against the floor. “I would love to but I can’t. The studio is concerned about...” The man glanced at Tom, “people spoiling things.” You couldn’t hold back your giggle. Tom shot a glare at you then to the photographer. 

“That only happened like, five times. And one of them was set up by the studio!” Tom defended. You laughed louder and the photographer joined in. Tom sighed and trudged back to his seat next to you, then sat down with a huff, crossing his arms and sticking his lips out like a pouting three year old. “I just met you and I hate you.” 

You scoffed. “Whatever, Tom,” You laughed, shaking your head and turning back to the script. People were starting to migrate back to the table, a sign that the reading was going to start up soon.

“And this is crazy,” Tom said, fighting back a massive laugh. He scribbled on the corner of empty scratch paper, ripped the piece off and gave it to you. “So here’s my number.” You rolled your eyes. “So call me maybe.” 

“Maybe,” You said, smiling. 

Tag List

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@princeofsassgard

@themortallife

@143amberrose

@silverelvenart

@notevenagoodgirl

@weasleytheking

@theonlyonelives

@camila1818

@captainpeggy40