HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Picture Blurbs (Part 1) // Tom Holland, Peter Parker

(from me, hunkyholland: Blurbs based on photos submitted by Tumblr users. If you want to be tagged under the photo you submitted, let me know!)

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"It's nice out," you swung yours and Tom's intertwined hands between you two, shielding your eyes against the sun with your free hand. You had decided to take Tom's offer in you joining him in Mexico, along with Harrison and Zendaya, for their Homecoming promo.

"It's warm," he agreed, nodding his head along to the silent music playing in his head as he squeezed your hand. "Are you coming with me to do the interview? Need my good luck charm with me." He laughed as you pushed him slightly, making him lose his balance as he tried to regain his footing to fall in step with you.

"Of course – what else am I going to do? Wait for you to get home while I sit all by myself? The tragedy!" I said, dramatically draping myself over him. He rolled his eyes as he stopped us suddenly. "What?" He shushed me, holding a finger to his lips. "What?" You whispered, leaning in closer as he curled his finger, beckoning you toward him. His arms went around your waist, looking from his left to his right, causing you to do the same out of paranoia. He leaned into you, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear.

"Got you," you leaned away from him and let out a soft 'what?', a confused expression on your face. But, that quickly went away and was replaced with a shocked one, as you felt Tom's fingers dig into your sides, wiggling them as he mercilessly tickled you. "I said, 'got you'!" You squealed, trying to push him away from you.

"Tom, no!" You laughed, wheezing out a weird sound that was meant to be his name. "Stop, please!" Your hands wrapped around his wrists, trying to pry him off.

"Say you're sorry," he said in a taunting tone, his fingers never ceasing. "You were being awfully mean to me earlier, babygirl."

"Tom, I – I'm sorry! Baby, please, I'm sorry." He loosened his grip on you, giving you the momentum to push him off you as he laughed at your reddened face. "Asshole," you muttered, reaching your hand up to brush away the fallen tears.

"Love you too, darling." He went to wrap his arm around your shoulders when you pushed his arm away, causing him to pout. "Baby, don't be like that."

"Wait a minute," you looked at him, then at the sun. "Move," you instructed, placing a hand on his chest as you walked him backwards. His back hit a wall and he smirked at you, his eyebrow rising suggestively. "No, not that." He frowned, his facial expression changing to one of confusion.

"What are you doing?" You took out the camera Harry let you borrow for touristy pictures, positioning it toward Tom.

"The lighting looks good – you look good. I'd be dumb not to take this opportunity." Tom chuckled, giving you a few different faces as you snapped pictures, you walked to different points to get all his angles. You smiled to yourself, flipping back to the ones you had taken. There was one in particular, you had gotten his profile, a serious look on his face. Your breath hitched.