the hollands ; reader imagines

Mini heater || S.H.

Pairing: Sam Holland x reader

Warnings: fluff, mutual pinning, Sam being a flustered bean

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"Quite cold isn't it Sammy?" You sighed feeling the cool wind of London on your face. Sam and you were on a friendly...walk? Date? You weren't really sure. It was no secret that you and Sam had major crushes on each other yet still hadn't put a label on it. You fiddled with your hands, which were ice cold. You secretly wanted them to be held by Sam's bigger ones, but there was no way you were gonna ask him to. Sure he was the quiet romantic type, hell so were you, but it was too embarrassing.

"Totally, we only get like two sunny days a year here." He chuckled sipping from his plastic coffee cup. You rubbed your hands together slightly hoping he would get the hint, but when you quickly glanced over him, his gaze was still straight ahead. Your head slightly fell, feeling a bit defeated.

"I best be getting home soon." You looked over and smiled softly at the oblivious man. "Can I walk you home (Y/N/N)?" He asked and you quickly nodded in response. 'Anything to spend more time with you.' You thought as you both turned the corner to start heading to your place.

Right as you passed a flower bush, you felt Sam tap your shoulder. You turned around to see Sam holding a yellow daisy. "Uhh for you (Y/N/N)" he blushed looking down at his feet. You slowly felt redness creep onto your cheek. "T-thank you Sammy." You took the flower from his hand and your fingers slightly brushed against each other making both of you now look down at your feet.

He rejoined your side, to continue the walk. Things were silent for about 30 seconds, until you felt a bit of confidence spark in you. 'Screw it.' You thought. You slid your hand to meet his. You slowly intertwined your fingers with his, making his eyes quickly look over at both of your hands. His breath got shaky and the thought that both of you had finally held hands.

You grinned to yourself as you felt his hand get a bit sweaty. "Your hands are nice, sorta like a mini heater." you giggled as Sam felt his stomach flutter with butterflies. "Well consider me your personal heater." He smiled at you, finally relaxing into your touch.