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heytherejulia · 2 years

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

Harry was sitting on the couch smiling at his phone. For the past few days he had been texting with this cute girl he ran into at the club. During this time, he got to know her quite well and began to discover that he might have some feelings for her.

But Harry didn't have as much confidence as Tom, as much charm as Sam, he wasn’t as good looking as Harrison (in his opinion) or had as much charisma as Paddy. He just wasn't them and he just wasn’t the best when it came to girls. He needed some advice, but he knew asking his brothers or Harrison would definitely not be that much of a help. The guys may have been good with the opposite sex, but they weren't shitty advisers on this field.

On the other hand, Tom, Sam and Haz did notice a change in Harry's behavior and figured that something serious was bothering their friend, but they wouldn't be themselves if they hadn't teased him before trying to help. Harry was too focused on replying to your message to notice that Tom was standing behind him reading all the messages on the screen.

‘So who is Y/N with a heart emoji, bro?’ The younger Holland jumped as usual in fear. Habit.

‘None of your business.’ He smirked sarcastically and locked the screen of his phone.

‘Hey Harry, come on, I told you about my current girlfriend.’

‘Yeah, you did. Two years ago, when I caught you with her on foreplay in our kitchen. I don't think I've heard of Zendaya as your official girlfriend before, and you've been shooting with her a lot longer.’

‘You should ask her out sometimes, you know? Maybe this is your chance, man.’ He knew Tom was right, but he would never admit it for his life.

‘Yeah yeah. I'm going to my room.’ Harry was halfway up the stairs when he heard Tom scream.

‘Just ask her on a date already!’ The words automatically made both Harrison, Sam and Daya run out of their rooms.

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’

Harry felt his cheeks turning red, and the urge to stick Tom's mouth shut or to kill him was growing with every second. Tom, on the other hand, couldn't care less about his lil bro’s death stares and pleading glances. Maybe he felt a little sorry for him, but at the same time, he knew it would be better for Harry if he shared it with his loved ones. As an older brother and a friend, he knew that this particular twin was not the smoothest with the girls and their help would certainly be needed.

‘Nobody, not now at least, but Harry's been hanging out with some girl named Y/N and he should definitely take her on a date.’

‘Leave me alone, I'm going to my room.’

When Harry disappeared behind the door to his room, it was Tom who spoke first.

‘We have to help him somehow. He will never go out with her without us.’

‘Ooh, man. Do we play matchmakers? I'm in it.’ The enthusiasm that gushed out of Harrison and Tom was worrisome to Zendaya, and she genuinely felt sorry for Harry, but she doubted her intervention in this endeavor would help anyone.

‘Sam, you’re in, right?’ Daya really hoped Sam would be smarter than her boyfriend and his best mate, but, oh boy, she was so wrong. The younger Holland joined this plan as eagerly as the previous two.

‘Z, are you with us?’

‘No, definitely not. Guys, you should let Harry make his own decision and you definitely shouldn't be playing matchmakers. Especially when you suck at it.’

‘Oi! But you know him. He won't do anything until someone pushes him to do it.’

‘It's still his life, Tom. Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you guys want something?’ The boys shook their heads. ‘See you later then.’

‘Hey, Z’ The girl turned. Tom walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Now you can go.’

After Zendaya left, the boys began to create a brilliant plan to get Harry to ask you on a date. They forced him to listen to their advice, on the condition that they would leave him alone afterwards.

Harry had two options here: listen to these idiots and maybe take advantage of it, or ignore them and deal with their complaints for the next few days. The second option definitely suited him better (excluding brothers and a friend sticking their noses into his love life), but the first option was a win-win for everyone. After all, he did not have to take their advice, and listening to them would not hurt him.

‘Okay, Harry. We have three ideas, three great ideas for your date with Y/N. And before you get out of the way, everything is already set up with your cute girlfriend.’

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

‘We hacked your account, man, and you’re meeting with her this Friday. This is where my wonderful plan comes in.’ Tom began. ‘Well, you’ll take her to the cinema for the horror movie, and then …’

As it turned out later, Tom's plan sucked so bad. Not only was the movie boring, but not scary at all, not least in Harry’s and yours opinion, but Tom, Sam and Haz, who went to the same screening to follow their brother's progress, screamed like little girls on every jumpscare that appeared on the screen. At the end, you and Harry spent some time in the café talking about the shitty movie and your hobbies, but to the boys' displeasure, there was no open flirting or kissing between you, you just acted like friends.

***

‘Okay, now that we know Spider-boy's plan sucks, we're going with mine. You’ll take her to paintball and then perhaps with a bit of luck you can kiss her. You know, someone will shoot her and you will take care of her.’

This date turned out to be an even greater failure than the previous one. You went on paintball (matchmakers along to spy on you), but as soon as you started the game, you were shot down by a player from another team in the face and ended up with a big bruise under your eye and visited an emergency room because of the paint in your eye. In fact, Harrison's plan probably worked slightly too well.

You didn't blame Harry for the whole incident and even said that it was your craziest stay in the hospital and that you had a lot of fun in the waiting room, while waiting for some ophthalmologist to remove the green paint from your eye. Fortunately, the paint was non-toxic and you were able to return to work after a few days, but Harry was still furious with his friends who came up with silly ideas like hiring a guy to shoot his date friend.

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’

‘Hey! Not at all! The plan was good, it wasn't my fault some idiot shot her in the face!’

‘You hired this idiot.’

But Tom and Harrison didn't hear Harry’s words because they were too busy with their own problems. They started arguing over whose plan was better, and went on to arguing about who would win a fight: Spider-man or Batman.

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’

‘Spider-man!’

‘Batman!!’

‘Spider-man!! Do you know how I know it? Because I'm Spider-man.’

‘Shut up, you twats. Harry, just take her for a walk in the park, you both have dogs, so take them and go for a romantic walk. It can't go wrong.’

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could.

Your doggie was still a puppy and was afraid of practically every bigger noise, so when you walked into Richmond Park and saw how many people had taken their dogs out just like you two, Harry knew that a third date in a row would be a total failure.

And that's exactly what happened, because the little french bulldog ran away from you as soon as a few larger dogs ran up and started barking at Tessa and Muffin, inviting them to play, and you both spent the whole afternoon looking for your dog. He eventually was found two days later when a woman came with him to the vet and called you after she saw your poster about a lost puppy.

However before your dog got lost, Haz, Tom and Sam decided to take Monty for a walk to spy on Harry and you. They turned out to be even worse spies than dating advisers. The three of them wore hoodies and sunglasses and sat on the bench directly opposite the one that you were sitting on. Harry recognized them right away, but not wanting to start a fight, he just offered you a walk in another part of the park.

But you did not live under a rock, and you recognized the boys, not only from the internet but also from Harry's stories. So when he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the west side of the park, you smiled awkwardly and waved at the young men sitting on the bench.

By that point, Harry was already so furious with the three of them that he gave them silent treatment and only spoke to Zendaya, who lived with them. He knew it was childish behavior, and in fact some of the events were downright bad luck and coincidence, but he was furious nonetheless, perhaps more at himself than at the boys.

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, editing photos from the last photoshoot he had taken and drinking his very milk tea when Z entered the room.

‘How's your dating going, Harry?’ The boy scowled at her and rolled his eyes.

‘Terriously, but I'm quitting making another attempt, maybe we just shouldn't be together.’

‘Or maybe you should just stop listening to those idiots you call friends? Two-thirds of them have no girlfriends, and your idiot of a brother is mostly with me because I took all the first steps. Harry, try something simple that both of you will be comfortable with. For example, invite her to your place for a movie marathon and just have a good time. If it doesn't spark between you guys, she’s not the one, but please don't do anything Sam, Harrison or Tom suggest you do.’

As it turned out later, Zendaya’s advice was the best of all. Harry really invited you to a Netflix marathon, and you watched “Brooklyn 9-9” cuddled up for the whole night. Perhaps you even shared a few kisses during one or the other episode, and then you perhaps even stayed overnight.

At a time when Harry was finally having his dream date with his perfect girl, Zendaya was lecturing the boys about their irrational behavior.

‘I told you all it is his life and to not interfere. I told you that Harry had to take the first step himself and your advice would not help him. Didn’t I?’

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

‘You should have helped him by simply supporting him, not by arranging shitty dates for him. Therefore, all three of you will apologize to Harry and Y/N for your behavior.’

‘But, Daya.’ The girl interrupted Harrison's statement. ‘End of discussion, boys. You know I'm right.’

She was, but neither of them was going to admit it. Maybe that was just the trait of all Hollands. And the Osterfields.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Period Simulation: Gf!Reader

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So TikTok resulted in me having decided to do a period simulator writing with several of the guys.

I only did it for the Holland/Osterfield ones as I’ve not gotten any responses for the other people yet. But if you want their versions, let me know.

Also if you want a pregnancy simulator version as like a pt 2, please inform me!

Warnings: pain, stupid boys, fluff, a few curses, etc.

Tom Holland:

“And this is supposed to be what you feel every day?” Tom asks, lifting his shirt so his girlfriend y/n can apply his the simulator connection patches to his skin.

“Well everyday I’m on or around my period, yes” y/n giggles, firmly securing the patches.

“Mate, my sister has called out of school for this, why are you doing that?” Harrison laughs, shaking his head as his mate gets more and more electrodes stuck to him.

“‘m just curious” Tom shrugs.

Haz shakes his head and leans back in his seat as he waits.

“Okay Tommy this is level 1 which isn’t really much. I don’t even feel it when I tried it” Y/n says, turning the device on.

“What level are you normally?” Tom asks, flinching slightly as the simulator starts contracting his muscles.

“Usually? I’m a 8 or 9. Sometimes a 10 but I usually take meds if it get there” y/n shrugs.

“How high does it go?” Harrison questions.

“A 10” y/n answers, turning the device up a level.

“A-and you go all the way to that?!” Tom asks, his breath hitching when the device increases the pressure.

Y/n hums, turning to ensure the camera is recording. His fans, and mum, are going to love this.

“Alright babe, you’re doing well. A bit quiet but are you ready for the next level?” She asks.

Tom nods and forces a soft yes.

Y/n bites her lip to keep from laughing at how he’s still so low and already struggling.

A few levels later and Tom is sweating, his hands running through his hair and down his face in frustration.

“Do you want to stop?” Y/n asks gently.

“He can’t stop!” Haz argues.

Y/n glares at Harrison before facing Tom, “you can stop”.

Tom groans but shakes his head no.

“Alright a few more to go then” y/n says.

Y/n bites her lip as she debates stopping even though Tom doesn’t want to give up.

He’s sweating as if he just did a workout for a new Spider-Man film. His sleeves bunched up in his fists at his side.

“Fu-fuck. How do you do this?” Tom groans after agreeing to go up another level.

“You’re at a 9 now T. We can stop” she says.

“N-n-no. You said you get 10s, I want to know what that’s like” he argues.

“Tom, you don’t” she begins to protest but Tom just shakes his head.

Y/n sighs and presses the button to increase the level one last time.

Tom grunts and places his hands on the chair in front of him as he tries to bare the pain.

“T-th-this” Tom mumbles through his clenched jaw.

Having had enough of his stubbornness, y/n shuts the device off and steps up to him to remove the cords.

Tom’s clammy hand grabs one of hers and squeezes, “darling you deal with that each time?”.

Y/n stifles a laugh and nods as she turns to stop the recording.

Tom let’s out an exacerbated sigh, “whenever you’re on your period again I’m giving you a daily massage and warm bath”.

Y/n blushes and kisses his cheek before wrapping her arms around her stubborn yet sweet boyfriend.

Harry Holland

“Alright Baz, shut up and stop messing with the cords” y/n complains.

“Yeah, are you scared?” Tuwaine teases.

“No” Harry defends quickly.

Y/n laughs and starts the device upon securing the adhesive stickers.

“I can feel it but it isn’t bad” Baz shrugs.

“It is only at a one Harry, give it a minute” y/n smirks, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend to regret having said she was exaggerating her discomfort today.

“Go up then” he laughs.

“You don’t want to take it slow?” Y/n asks, a knowing look on her face.

Ignoring her nonverbal warning, he shakes his head.

“You said today was a 7? Let’s start there” he suggests.

“Alright” she says, shaking her head as she plugs in numerical value for the level.

“Holy crap” Harry says, his voice somehow managing to deepen.

Y/n smirks and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Was I exaggerating?” Y/n asks.

Baz hangs his head and shakes his head no, “‘m sorry love”.

“That’s what I thought” y/n smirks, turning it off. “Now you owe me tea”.

Harry rubs his lower abdomen and takes a swig of his beer before heading to the kitchen, feeling guilty for doubting y/n. He certainly won’t make that mistake again.

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Sam Holland

“I mean you know I’m willing to cook us dinner love, you didn’t need to pull the whole period card” Sam teases, setting up the kitchen workspace.

“Period card?” Y/n asks, turning to look at Sam’s mum Nikki who was already looking at her.

“Yeah, you know. The thing girls do to get guys to do things for them” Sam explains, setting out his dishes.

“Excuse me? I simply said my cramps are making it hard to move so I’d rather use the heat pad than try to cook right now” y/n argues, her hands on her hips.

Nikki shakes her head at her son’s ignorance.

“And it’s fine love, I don’t mind. I’m just saying you didn’t have to make up it being hard to stand right now” he says, kissing her cheek.

It’s clear to y/n and Nikki both he doesn’t mean anything bad by it, instead just assuring her even if she just didn’t want to cook that he would.

However, y/n feels she needs to set the record straight for him.

“I wasn’t making that up” y/n sighs, “in fact! Remember how the other day Baz’s girlfriend had to show him what it felt like?”

Sam nods and raises his eyebrow in question.

“Well, she left the thing here because she said, and I quote, ‘they’re twins so you’ll probably need this for your Div of a boyfriend too’. Seems she was right” y/n says, dragging Sam away from the stove.

“Do we really need to do this?” He asks, looking at his mum for help.

Nikki just smirks and nods as she helps hand y/n the tools.

“But I’m trying to cook us all dinner” Sam argues.

“If you’re thinking I made it up, why are you resisting so much?” Y/n laughs.

“Fine, just start then, I’ll cook with it on” he says.

“I’ll start you off with what I feel the week leading up to it” y/n says, starting the device as Sam begins to stir the pasta.

Sam mumbles a curse word under his breath as his hand grips the spoon tighter.

“Alright fine, this is uncomfortable. I wasn’t doubting you were in pain love, just that it was possible to still cook” he defends.

“Mm, Sam this is where I’m currently at” she says, increasing the dial.

“Oh bloody hell” Sam groans, his arm pushing downwards to hold his stomach sigh so much force it knocks the pot over.

“Shit, l-love watch out” Sam yells, moving to get y/n out of the way.

Y/n shuffles with him and turns off the period simulator.

“Did we set the record straight?” Y/n laughs.

“Mmmhmm, crystal clear. I’ll make whatever you want to eat whenever you want to eat it without a word” Sam says, kissing her cheek.

“Watch your language in front of the poor girl Sam. Although, the bloody hell part was rather ironic” Nikki teases.

Harrison Osterfield

“Mate I gotta film that” Tom complains as Harrison teasingly shoved the camera away.

“I’m not doing this for you Div” Harrison clarifies as he watches y/n apply the electrodes to his skin.

Harrison’s girlfriend y/n has been having a particularly rough period this month and Harrison has been doing everything he can to help her.

Y/n has been so appreciative of how Haz would run to the store immediately after work to bring home chocolate if she ate it all the night my before, keeping her heating pad warm for her, cuddling on the couch, buying her more feminine products when it randomly hit, etc.

Upon seeing her frowning to herself earlier that morning, Harrison asked what was wrong.

He quickly learned she felt bad that he was taking such good care of her when she was sure that to him it seemed like she was fine.

Harrison had argued he knew she was in pain and even if she hadn’t been that he would’ve still taken care of her.

However, he noticed she acknowledged this but didn’t seem to truly believe it.

When talking with a coworker about it, his coworker joked about how lucky Haz was that y/n didn’t force him to try something called a period simulator.

Harrison immediately began his research into this item and located the nearest store that had one in stock, leaving in his lunch to pick it up.

Upon arriving home, he told Tom the plan and they got it set up as they awaited y/n returning from work.

Harrison knew it was going to suck but he wanted to know what it was exactly his precious girl had been dealing with.

Tom, however, just wanted to record his pain for his own enjoyment.

“Yeah, yeah. But-“ Tom began until the boys heard the door creek open.

“Hazzy?” Y/N’s soft voice called out, walking towards where the boys were.

“In here love” Haz called, his chest clenching at how weak she sounded.

She’s always had rough cycles, but this one had really been hard on her. Or, maybe she was just now comfortable telling him about it.

Either way, he was going to gain full understanding; whatever the cost.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asks, setting her purse down and walking until her hands were settled on his bare chest.

“I found a period simulator, I’m going to try it” Harrison said, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“Harrison! You do not need to do this” she assured him.

He nods, “I know. But I want to know first hand what you’re feeling. Well, as much as I can. This is how to do that”.

Y/n sighs and strokes his face tenderly, “are you sure?” .

Haz smiles at her and nods, “yeah, as long as they’re legit”.

Y/n softly chuckles, “they are. Charlotte and I drunkenly tried one at girls night a few months ago”.

Haz shakes his head and laughs with her, “only you and my sister would do that”.

“Alright, so I want to set it at your number, what number are you?” Haz asks.

Y/n steps back to see the machine and see how high it goes.

“Is it like based off the number in the box of pads?” He asks upon not hearing an answer.

Y/n blushes and shakes her head, “no babe. That is the level of flow”.

“Gross” Tom groans.

“Shut it mate, it’s natural Div” Harrison defends.

“You’re precious Haz. Alright, so this looks like the same one Char and I used” y/n says as she hovers her finger over the button for her level.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n asks hesitantly.

Haz nods and smiles sweetly at her.

Y/n squints her eyes knowing he’s not going to be smiling much longer as she reluctantly presses her level.

Harrison sucks in a need breath as his eyes widen.

“Breathe baby, and I can stop it at any time” y/n says, grabbing his hand.

“How long do they last?” He asks.

“It depends, it can be awhile. But you’re not doing it that long” she exclaims.

“But-“ Haz argues, his eyes squeezing shut as the machine beeps that it has finally reached her level

“Nope” y/n says, squeezing his hand for comfort. “You’ve done more than enough” she says.

Harrison isn’t able to make a retort as he holds his breath in anguish.

“Shut it off” y/n says over her shoulder to Tom, who took the machine from her.

After Haz’s chest shakes a bit with his unsteady breath, y/n turns to glare at Tom.

“I said shut it off. Now” she demands, and Tom quickly turns it off.

Haz slumps his shoulders as his head rests on y/n.

“Come on angel” y/n says, unhooking Harrison from the machine, “let’s get you some icecream and advil”.

“Periods suck” Harrison says timidly as he walks hand-in-hand with y/n to the kitchen.

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landothemuppet · 2 years

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BACK AT WRITING | thollandsdarling

BACK AT WRITING event | thollandsdarling

hello everyone, my sweet and kind mutuals and more. As you all could see those last months, i was kinda on MIA. I want you to know that i'm feeling very sad to not being able to post something. I struggle to finish my writing projects. As I have difficulty writing about my current wip, and I really want to write, I gave myself a little challenge. I suggest you to send me few things you want me to write, to get myself on trails again.

RULES ꕤ Request starts on the 22nd of September and will end on 30th of September. ꕤ I write only for these characters : Tom Holland (all characters included, except: Nico from Cherry and the new one from TCR) Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson. ꕤ All writings will contain at least 500 words but will not exceed 1.5K or 2K. (remember that it is a challenge to get back to writing) ꕤ I am permitted to refuse to write an application if I feel that it is not respectful or if the application is too intense for me. ꕤ All smut requests must concern an adult character. Ex: Peter Parker will always be aged up.

I love you all ! Hope you will enjoy it. I missed you all. Send request and Enjoy ! - Mag

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vanteguccir · 3 months

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marvelwitchergilmore · 8 months

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I'm In Love (With My Best Friend)

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have been best friends since middle school. But when feelings get involved, it can lead to a lot of pining and incredibly romantic kisses inside a Stark lab.

Disclaimer: FLUFF, a little angst, a LOT of pining. Kissing. Jealousy. Happy Ending. Not proof-read. No use of Y/N.

You first met him when you were in middle school. You had been the new transfer student and you had zero friends. The first week of your new school you spent getting lost in the hallways, avoiding the random questions that the people who you assumed were the popular crowd were asking you and trying to concentrate on the work you were being given.

But, half-way through your second week, you met a boy.

You had been sitting on your own in the back of the cafeteria, trying to solve your science homework.

Usually, you were okay with science but every time you entered your numbers, you knew the answer was wrong.

He’d introduced himself as Peter Parker.

You recognised the name.

He was supposed to be in your English, Math and Physical Ed classes though he hadn’t been in due to being ill.

At first, he sat with you because there was nowhere else to sit. At least, that’s what you thought. Then he asked about your homework.

“Yeah, Mrs Jackson always sets difficult questions. Do you want some help?”

You accepted his offer and he moved over two seats so he was directly in front of you and for the next 20 minutes, he sat with you and you both figured out the homework together.

In return, you offered to help him with his English report.

You couldn’t quite remember when it was after that that the pair of you became inseparable. But, after that, the both of you were never seen without one another.

Even in High School, you remained the best of friends. Thursday night homework hours were completed together and Friday night movie nights were completed with the same laughter, frustration and smiles.

And, despite attending different colleges, it was like no time or space had passed between you both.

You were the first Peter came to when he was ready to tell people about his alter-ego Spider-Man. You were also the first person Peter came to when he had his first crush and date in High School.

Maybe that was when you had your first heart-break.

Though you were friends with Peter first, it was a couple years into High School that you realised your feelings towards Peter had grown to be more than friendship.

But you knew he didn’t feel the same. And knew he probably never would.

But, at the same time, it didn’t not sting when he dated other girls.

Either way, you swallowed the pain and your feelings for him and remained determined to keep your friendship with Peter despite them.

So, you dated other guys.

And, they were kind.

Some of them became long term - others, not so much. But despite how much you cared for them, something always seemed to be missing. Though you tried your best to ignore that fact.

You both had graduated college a few years ago and ever since, Peter had been working for Stark Industries whilst, despite the job offer Tony had given you personally and said he would keep on ice, you had a job helping engineer different plates and surgical equipment that helped towards surgery for animals who’s back legs had stopped moving or had been born without one of the paws etc.

Still, you met Peter every day in his lab at the compound at 7 since you got off work at 6.

“Peter? You here?”

“In here. I’m almost ready, I’ve just got to-”

“No worries.”

Whilst Peter ran about the place, finding different parts for some old web-shooters he had in his hand, you sat at one of the tables and tinkered away.

It was usually like this.

You’d go and meet him, he’d still be working and you’d sit with him for 40 minutes to an hour before you both left to get food and watch a movie.

“You know, it’s so cool you work for Tony Stark.”

Peter smiled as he continued to tinker away and you tried to avoid your gaze dropping to check him out despite his outfit consisting of black cargo trousers and a black t-shirt.

So, he’d been in training today.

“Yeah. You know, you could too if you wanted.” Peter looked up to you for a moment. “He has a job lined up and ready for you whenever you want it.”

You smiled and nodded. “I know. But I like my job.”

“Offer is always there.”

“Hey, did you hear back from Lucy?”

Peter faltered for a moment, though you barely noticed. “Oh, uh, yeah. We’re…we’re going out again, tomorrow, I think.”

You ignored the sad feeling in your chest, despite the fact you had been the one to set them up (technically).

Lucy worked in the office at your job. Peter came in one day to pick you up and she mistook you both for a couple despite the fact she’d just been flirting with him thirty seconds ago.

You just opened your mouth and shut the whole thing down. “Oh, no. Hahaha, no. We’re- we’re just friends. Good friends. But friends.”

Sitting up a little straighter, you smiled. “That’s good.”

“What about you? What happened to Frank?”

“Mark,” you corrected. “And it-it wasn’t right. Besides, we only talked, like, twice. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. He said he hated Disney movies and would rather gouge out his eyes than watch another one.”

“Seriously?”

You raised your eyebrows with a puff from your chest, still annoyed at the comment. “Yeah.”

“Well, at least you never have to talk to him again.”

“True.”

At that moment, the door to Peter’s lab slid open and Sam walked in with a pile of plans, presumably for a new set of wings.

“Steve told me to give you these.”

“Thanks, Sam. Just leave them there. I’ll look over them.”

“Hey, Sam.”

Sam called your name and ran over and hugged you. “How are you doing, kid?”

“Good. Just waiting for this one to finish up. How was Alaska?”

“Cold. Bucky got his arm frozen to a lamp-post. I’ll send you pictures.”

You smiled. “You want them framed?”

“Oh, please.” Sam smiled.

“Did I ever show you the pictures when Peter froze his webs to the roof? He was still attached to them two hours later.”

Peter, looking between the pair of you, laughing at the photos, shook his head. “Sometimes I regret introducing you two.”

“Too late.” Sam smiled. “Anyway, you both should head out before traffic gets too bad.”

“It’s New York. Traffic is always bad.”

“Even better.”

“And our movie starts in an hour.” you added.

“Alright, I’m done.”

Sam winked at you and you mouthed a “Thank you” to him before he said goodbye and left.

Yourself and Peter managed to get to the cinema and find your seats just before the trailers finished and for the next two hours, you spent most of the time trying not to have a heart-attack as the actors jumped from building to building, hanged themselves over the edge of a cliff and nearly died about thirty times before finally succeeding.

Despite the amount of times you watched movies like that, it didn’t stop your heart from racing and trying not to watch. Horror, sure. You could handle that. But suspense and action - nope.

“How you feeling?”

You put your hand to your head and covered your eyes for a moment. “I’m still spinning, I think. Please, never do anything like that.”

Peter laughed as you sat down on the bench outside the movie house. “You have my word.”

Slowly, he knelt down in front of you before pushing your chin up.

“Look at me for a moment.”

You did so and tried to slow your heart down that was beating faster for a separate reason.

“Stopped spinning?”

It took you a moment to focus. “Y-Yeah. All stopped now.”

“Good.”

Peter stood up again and you mentally slapped yourself as you checked him out again. He’s just a friend. A FRIEND.

Thankfully, he didn’t notice since he was too busy looking down the street before he gave you his hand.

“Come on. Let’s head back.”

You took his hand as he helped you up before letting it go, too afraid of what your own feelings might feel if you held his hand any longer.

Months later, not much had changed.

You’d still kept your feelings from Peter and dated a couple of people. Peter dated Lucy for a month before breaking it off - though he never told you why.

But one evening, as you were sitting home alone - your roommate out on another date - you got the craving for Pizza and since there was none in the freezer, you grabbed your bag and coat before heading out to the nearest pizza place.

You needed to get out of the house.

Despite there being no change between you and Peter, part of you called out for it. You either needed to tell him how you felt or you needed to move on. And since you weren't going to do the first…ever, that only left you with the second.

And, oddly enough, that night you met Colton.

He was standing in line waiting for his pizza and since the chef got an emergency call from his wife saying she was in labour, he mistakenly made half a pepperoni, half margarita.

Despite the awkwardness, you both decided to share it.

You sat outside together on a park bench, watching the ducks float down the water, simply talking.

“So, what brings you to a pizza place at 9 at night on a Tuesday?”

“Hunger, mostly.”

Before you knew it, he was walking you home, you had exchanged numbers and met him for a date that Saturday. From there, you continued talking and soon enough, months had passed by.

It was late in the afternoon when you were at SI and, whilst talking to some old friends in the hallway since you’d just come from a shared meeting between both companies, Colton turned up.

“Hey, what-” you kissed him quickly. “What are you doing here?”

“You left your notebook at my house,” he passed you the hardback notebook that contained most of your random thoughts and problems that were either to do with work or could be to do with work, one day.

“Oh, thank you.”

“And, since I’m here, I was hoping maybe we could get lunch together?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Then someone called your name.

Looking behind you, the four people you’d been talking to seemed to split up and gave you a clear view of who had called your name - though you didn’t need to view to know who it was.

“Peter,” you said, slightly shocked.

This was the first time, despite him knowing about Colton, Peter was about to meet him.

“Hey, I was just- who’s this?”

“Oh, I, uh, this-this is Colton.”

Colton stuck out his hand and Peter shook it after a quick moment. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Whether it was real or not, it was like a massive tension cloud was above the whole situation.

“Uhh…Colton, this is Peter. My-”

“Best friend since middle school.” Peter finished.

“Cool. Well, we were just about to get lunch so I guess we’ll see you later?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Can you- Let me just grab my coat.”

“Course, babe.”

Then Colton kissed you for what felt like the longest time - and oddly, it didn’t feel like the others. It felt…forced.

Either way, when he pulled away you stepped back a little before heading down the hall and towards the cloak room. And in the time it took you between getting your coat and walking back, that cloud of tension only seemed to feel darker and bigger.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go babe.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to everyone else but something in the bottom of your stomach felt guilty - especially when you saw the split-second change in emotions on Peter’s face before he went back to how he usually looked at you.

Once you left the building with Colton and had driven away, Natasha smacked the back of Peter’s head.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“I don’t know. For whatever the hell that was, for being jealous, for not telling her sooner.”

“Jealous? I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”

Natasha just laughed. “Oh, you look just like Steve when Grant from level three flirted with me. Oh, you’ve got it bad.”

“Nat-” Peter rolled his eyes and tried to walk away but she just pulled him back.

“You can admit you like her. I mean, we’ve all seen this coming for years.”

“I don’t- you have?”

Natasha shrugged. “What? She’s pretty and you’re both close friends. I’m just surprised it took you this long. I thought you were smarter than those idiots.”

“Those idiots are still standing here.”

“Peter, how long have you liked her?” Laura asked him.

“I,” Peter shook his head.

“Oh, boy.” Laura laughed.

Peter stood there, slightly dumbfounded, as the others walked away.

Despite how much he denied it, and how much he convinced himself he didn’t feel that way towards you, he did. Ever since Junior year of College. At least, that was when he’d been getting that simmering feeling in the pit of his stomach every time you looked at him, or even when you didn’t. And that simmer seemed to boil every time he saw you with somebody else.

But he decided never to tell you.

He figured, since you had never said anything about extra feelings; ones that surpassed a simple friendship bond, then you wouldn’t ever feel the same.

And when you made the comment of Just Friends to Lucy, he knew you definitely would never feel the same. So, he guessed he had to get used to the feeling of…something towards you.

Yet seeing you with Colton - his arm around you, his lips on yours - something seemed to start cracking inside of him.

Either that, or completely being blown to smithereens.

Nat was completely right.

He was jealous.

He has been jealous. Ever since he first saw you get ready for that date you had with Hank, or Hodge or whatever the guy’s name was - he felt that simmer in his stomach and that small voice in the back of his head for a split second let him think he was watching you get ready to go out on a date with him.

It had confused him, at first.

You were his best friend and he was suddenly having these thoughts about dating you and…opening the car door for you (despite already doing that, anyway). But it would have been different.

He would be yours, in more ways than just friendship.

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

Peter looked towards the door where Clint was leaning against the door frame like a dad getting ready to talk to his son.

Although, despite the comfort Clint provided, Peter faltered for a moment. He had been alone since Colton came and swept you away to lunch - over three hours ago. He’d been tinkering away and letting his mind wander.

“Relax, kid. It’s written all over your face.”

“Clint, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough.” Clint pulled out a seat across the lab desk where Peter was standing. “Laura has already told me what happened and most likely, Tasha’ will do the same later tonight. You might as well talk, Kid.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“Admitting you love her, to yourself, is a start.”

“But do I?”

Even as he questioned it outloud, he knew it wasn’t a question. It hadn’t been a question for the longest time.

“Pete, according to Laura, you looked like you were about ready to punch his lights out when he kissed her.”

“Well he was just standing there, trying to force himself down her throat. Even I know she doesn’t like PDA like that. And, he was talking about taking her to some kind of salad bar across town when she usually goes and gets her grilled sub from the cafeteria - or I do. And then take it to her. It’s the only thing she ever likes to eat during the day.”

Clint watched as a light, reminiscent smile came across Peter’s face.

“It’s been the same thing ever since high school. Even if it goes a little cold, it’s still crispy and just as tasty. Plus, the smell doesn’t remind her of the girls' bathroom stalls. There was a leak in the summer before we started. Busted the sewer line that ran under the girls bathroom. The whole corridor would smell but she said it was worse in the bathroom.”

Clint nodded and just let Peter ramble. Though he did get a little worried that the screwdriver he was holding would fly out of his hand at some point.

Peter’s face grimaced. “I bet he listens to, like, just indie bands and says it’s the best thing in the world and that any other style of music is too…modern because it contains too many lyrics that make sense. She hates that, you know. She had a roommate in college that only ever listened to this…clapping music. Literally, just people clapping along to songs. After that, she moved into one of the sorority dorms. He was probably some douche frat guy, too. Couldn’t get a sorority “chick” then so thinks he can get one now. Not that she’s a “chick” by any means.”

“What is she, then?”

Peter took a short moment to think. “Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Way out of his league. Way out of mine, too. But…”

“But you’re in love with her anyway?” Clint asked.

“Of course I am but-”

Peter, once again, faltered.

Had he really just admitted that out loud?

It felt good.

“I am. I am in love with her.”

“Then you should tell her. Pete, coming from me, I’d say don’t wait too long. And from Steve, he waited over seventy years - granted, he found Nat. But still. Don’t let her find someone else, especially when you’re already here.”

“But what if she doesn’t-”

Clint already started laughing. He almost doubled over.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, Pete. You really are an oblivious idiot. Kid, that woman has been head over heels for you ever since we first met her. And probably for a long time before that. Trust me, if you tell her, you’ll hear the same thing back.”

Peter stood baffled for a moment before looking at his watch. You should be home by now. You never really liked going out after 6 unless it was for a period run or food.

“I’ve got to go.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

The only thing was…as Peter got to your street, he was stopped in his tracks half-way there.

You stood on the front steps with Colton. You were laughing and leaning into him and he whispered things to you and then you kissed him.

You kissed him.

If he went over there…he could ruin the happiness you had with him. He might not like Colton, but you did. And that was what mattered to him. And, even if Clint was right and you did love him back, what was to say you’d say yes to being with him? And, even if you did, what if you couldn’t be friends? Then you’d lose one another. Forever.

He couldn’t risk that.

So, for the next two months, he watched you flirt and fall for Colton all the while his heart started breaking.

And then, for about three weeks, he didn’t see you.

And it was the longest three weeks of his life.

You had gone on a business trip - and Colton joined you. And, from overhearing Laura and Clint talk, you were going to visit Colton’s family since they lived in the area.

Part of him wondered if you’d come back engaged.

You’d only been with Colton under a year but he saw how you looked at him, and how he looked at you - despite not liking either fact.

But, one late evening as he was working on a couple new designs, he’d gone to the Cafeteria to get some food - he could hear you in his head, cursing him for not having a proper meal in the day.

When he came back, it was the first time he’d actually had a jump scare.

You were in his lab.

You hadn’t even called.

Friday hadn’t even told him you were in the building.

You were still you. Not that he expected much to change.

Your hair half down though the top was thrown into a haphazard messy bun. Your contacts must have dried out in the day since you were wearing your glasses.

You used to wear them all the time in middle school and high school but they got annoying after a while since they’d slip down your face and get dirty - despite having wiped them thirty seconds ago. Since you wanted to be an engineer and your hands were always full, you changed to contacts.

It was much easier to focus on the task at hand than the task and the potential of your glasses slipping from your face and landing either in a tank of oil or being crushed under heavy machinery.

You were wearing a pair of simple jeans that already had oil stains.

So, you’d been at work today.

And you were wearing his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

Not Colton’s (unless he owned the same one, though he highly doubted it.).

His.

“You’re back!”

“I’m back!” you smiled.

Silence.

Peter was still stunned at the t-shirt.

He’d seen you in his t-shirt, maybe once in college, when the washing machine had broken and you had to hand-wash your clothes in his sink since your sink was broken.

“It’s nice to see you,” you tried to imitate his voice. “It’s nice to see you, too Peter. Yes, I did have a good time on my trip. I’m so glad you’ve come to see me.”

“Sorry,” Peter laughed a little. “It is good to see you.”

Peter came over and hugged you tightly before stepping back awkwardly and, if you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed he wanted distance between you both.

“How was your trip?”

“Good. I, uh, I secured the deal with the manufacturer. Everything goes to mass production next month.”

“It does? That’s amazing.”

“I know.”

Short silence and then, Peter asked a question he needed to despite not wanting to.

“Why are you not with Colton? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

“Maybe.” you agreed. “But, uh, we- actually, I. I, uh, well…I broke up with him.”

Peter tried to calm himself.

“You did?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“He was a great guy and all and I cared for him and his family were amazing but, uh, he…he just wasn’t…”

You - that was what you wanted to say. He wasn’t Peter.

“He just wasn’t the right fit. He…he wanted too much too soon and, I don’t know, I guess…I wasn’t ready.”

A pang of guilt played in your stomach.

You were ready. You were ready for all what Colton offered you; love, a family, a promise of the future. But you weren't ready to have it with him.

Despite all the shutting down of emotions, you still wanted it to be Peter.

“Oh, well…that’s good, I guess.”

“Yeah. So, I guess…that was it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Neither of you really knew what to do. Peter’s mind was screaming at him to tell you the truth. And your’s was banging on the wide open door in your heart trying to get your attention.

But neither of you moved.

Until Peter did.

“I-I, uh, I left something in the other- lab. I should probably finish-”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I should probably head back home anyway.”

Peter began to exit the room but half-way out of the door, he stopped though you were too busy trying to keep your focus on the side desk in front of you to spot it.

“I’m done wasting time.”

Peter didn’t fully know what made him do what he did next, but no matter the outcome, he would never regret it in his life. Or, maybe he would, but in the long term, he might not.

Turning back, he hurried towards you and for a moment, you looked back up and he caught your gaze.

If you were going to kill him afterwards, he wanted his death to be worthwhile.

He kissed you.

Cupping your cheeks in his hand, he kissed you - deeply and passionately. Though he didn’t force it.

It was just as he dreamed and better.

Your head was spinning.

All the feelings you had ever felt for Peter all rose to the surface and once your brain registered the kiss was real, you kissed him back just as much.

Your hands that had been gripping the side of the desk to support yourself came to his wrists and then to his chest where you gripped him by the collar, pulling him closer.

His own hands raked through your hair, holding the back of your head to be closer to you and eventually, when you both had to break apart due to the lack of air, his head remained against yours.

Both of you were out of breath and holding one another as close as possible.

“Sorry, I just-”

“Don’t apologise.”

You pushed yourself to stand a little straighter, keeping him close to you before you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Don’t apologise. I was just a little…” you couldn’t find the words.

“Shocked?”

You laughed a little. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” Peter told you. “But I need to tell you something and if you never want to speak to me again then so be it but if I don’t tell you soon I think I might combust.”

“I’m in love with you.”

You beat him to it.

“Sorry. I just…I am. That probably terrifies you. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t-” Peter let out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Because I was going to say the same thing.”

“You were?”

Peter nodded and hummed. “I was. But you beat me to it.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“I’m in love with you, too.” Peter told you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I know I should have but I just thought-”

“I wouldn’t like you back?”

Peter nodded.

“What a pair we make, eh?” you laughed.

“I know you said you didn’t want to move too fast but-”

“Peter, I only said that because…because I wasn’t ready for him.”

“What?”

“I broke it off because he wasn’t you. Colton was great and all but, that thing that didn’t fit? It was because he wasn’t you.”

“Then will you go on a date with me?”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Great. I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.”

Without a moment to spare, Peter kissed you again and you kissed him back and it was as if your first kiss hadn’t ever stopped. You turned a little as Peter held you closer and you felt yourself leaning against the desk. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the desktop, pulling Peter as close to you as physics would allow it.

The next day, you both went on your first date as a couple. A week later, you were official and Nat made it everyone’s business that yourself and Peter had finally become a couple.

The morning after your first night together had been special. Despite Peter having to get up earlier than either of you wanted him to, for work, you stood in the kitchen ready to wash the dishes from the night before he left through the front door.

Less than ten seconds later, he came back in through the door.

“Did you forget somethin-”

He cut you off with a kiss.

“That,” he smiled. “I forgot that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“See you at lunch?” Peter asked, still holding you.

“See you at lunch.” you confirmed before he kissed you again, and again, and again.

“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Be careful.”

Six months later, you both moved in together before finalising the house you both wished to buy.

Two years later, you and Peter had made a home for yourselves, together and were planning a winter wedding.

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Peter's Precarious Polyjuice Potion - part 1

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis: in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

warnings: a little suggestive language, lot's of fluff, lack of impulse control, extreme secrecy

word count: 5.7k

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a/n: Just a quick psa: this is going to be the first of two parts and the second is nearly finished! I tried to make it a one shot, but it was wayyy too long. There are some mentions of Harry Potter, obviously by the title, but no major spoilers and I want to make it very clear that I DO NOT support JK Rowling nor her transphobia. Trans women are women and trans men are men🏳‍⚧! That being said, I have another little surprise in the works that may have something to do with the wizarding world...

If you want to know what it is (and maybe get a sneak peak) comment your favorite character from the series and make a guess as to who you think mine might be. I'll reveal it with the next part of this series.

Thanks and enjoy!

Was there anything better than a chilly winter morning with the one you love most? Absolutely, a chilly winter morning with the one you love most and Harry Potter in the background. That’s all you could think of as your fuzzy sock clad feet padded across the campus floor.

The festive season’s aroma invaded your senses as you managed to steal the first four films from your father’s extensive DVD collection without being caught, the cover of the first one glinting in the light that flooded in from the wall of windows encasing Avenger’s campus as you admired how young the cast used to look and made your way to your boyfriend’s bedroom.

Suddenly, the usual quiet of the campus in the early morning was disturbed by the sound of footsteps of another Avenger in the distant halls and using your powers you immediately concealed the DVDs into a stack of school notebooks and a folder of overflowing miscellaneous papers as a facade. It wasn’t unusual for you to use your gifts this way.

It was only five years prior during a mission in the Czech Republic that you were introduced to Peter Parker and while everyone had expected the two of you to get along as teens of the same age, no one knew just how close you and Peter really were. The rule had initially started at Stark Tower as a branch off of one of your father’s household rules: no dating superheroes. You thought he would be less strict as your life became centered around them, as did his, but you had no such luck. There was little chance Tony Stark would ever change the rules set for his little girl. So you were left to bend them instead.

While you and Peter seemed like close friends, you only started out as a platonic couple before your relationship escalated faster than either of you could’ve anticipated into something more fulfilling than you could’ve ever hoped for. Peter became your everything. Before you knew it, he was your rock. He was the first person you wanted to share a new dirty joke with or an unlocked childhood memory or even complain to when your father became too restricting. It was so much easier for the both of you to be together during high school. Being a college sophomore made your relationship much more complicated. Especially seeing as Peter stayed close to home at NYU and you left town to attend MIT (your father would never let you go anywhere else).

With campuses that were over a 4 hour drive away from each other, you and Peter only got the occasional three day weekend to spend with each other and that was only when you were able to evade spending time with your dad by making up an excuse as to why you couldn’t come home and held your ground until you had to eventually cave to his demands. The only time you and Peter really got together was during holiday breaks when you two could both be at the campus and sneak around like smitten teenagers all over again. With only three weeks, you were determined not to waste a single second with so little time, even if it meant using your shapeshifting ability to disguise wizard school movies as chemistry homework. What could be suspicious about two close friends sharing notes about stoichiometry?

You felt your heart start back up as Natasha passed you in the hallway instead of your father, shooting you a smile.

“Morning, y/n.” she greeted pausing to look at your stack of folders with a look of confusion.

“Uhh, good morning.” you croaked, praying that there wasn’t some defect in your ability that allowed her to see a portion of the one of the movies you were disguising. Thankfully, your facade held.

“Homework? Really? This early on a saturday?”

You gulped as you nodded.

“You know me,” you forced a smile. “I’m actually on my way to wake Peter up so we can review together.”

“Good for you,” she nodded, impressed. “Breakfast should be in a couple hours if you two want a break. Try not to get bored!”

“Thanks?” You shrugged before continuing off to where you knew Peter’s room was, conveniently all the way on the other side of the building from your own. Soon enough you were at Peter’s door, turning the knob and entering without knocking, quick to shut it behind you to prevent anyone else from seeing how eager you were to ‘study.’ Surrounded by the comfortable closed walls of privacy, you let your platonic friend disguise fall and set the stack of papers on the edge of Peter’s bed.

Your boyfriend was still tucked beneath the covers, as was expected. You two had made your marathon plans ages ago and after losing several rounds of rock paper scissors, Peter’s room was made the place of the marathon meaning it was your job to wake him up. Overall you thought it best as you were more natural at lying (literally as you were aided by shape shifting powers) and a little more strategic when it came to social interaction and plotting.

You neared the stirring boy, his sleep disrupted by the clatter of the discs and the movement of his bed as you sat down to kiss him.

“Peterrr…” you whispered, hovering above him with an unshakable grin etched upon your face. “Wake up.”

You awoke him by placing a soft kiss on his nose and smiling down on him as he furrowed his eyebrows in aversion. It wasn’t until his eyes fluttered open that he grinned as he saw you and craned his head up to kiss you properly, his lips soft against yours, slipping a hand up from under the covers to cup your cheek.

“Morning.” he greeted, smiling affectionately as he sat up against the wall behind his pillow, pulling you into his lap so that he could kiss you once more. That was until he took a look at what you had brought, books and paper for studying. He cringed, pulling you closer and kicking up his covers in disgust.

“Oo no. I refuse to study on a Saturday. Can’t we save that for the last minute like every other time we’re together?” his lips turned into a sly grin as they neared yours once more.

You laughed as his complaint sparked many memories, most of you both tangled up together out of what started as procrastination, but ended up in unbridled desire that poured out after being built up each time you were away from one another for too long.

“Nice try, Parker. And here I thought we’d have a nice time today. Don’t you remember our plans?”

As you gesture to the folders and notebook on the edge of his bed they instantly shrunk back to their original form. All of a sudden, instead of the obnoxious red notes and blue folders filled with paperwork were the four DVDs with their easily recognizable covers that screamed nostalgia. Peter’s face lit up instantly, a mix of excitement and relief as his morning amnesia faded away. But even still, his seductive grin returned as he slid you further up his lap.

“We can’t start just a teeny bit later?” he teased, his fingers sending chills down your spine as they glided up the sides of your thighs. One of the downsides of how long you two had been together was that Peter knew exactly how to bend you to his will. “I think I’d rather spend our first morning together a little differently.”

He leaned in for another kiss, but instead of meeting your lips in the middle, his mouth was met with your finger as you pulled away and sat next to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before shuffling into his comforter. It was by luck that your Stark genes made you extraordinarily stubborn and resistant to his persistence.

“Maybe later. Right now I am seriously craving a Hogwarts escape,” you lightly pushed Peter towards the DVDs, hinting that he would have to be the one to pop it into the reader. You teased him as he left his bed, grinning wickedly. “Besides, Harry’s wand is way bigger than yours.”

Peter’s head whipped around as the previews started to roll on the flat screen TV behind him that could be found in every resident room on the campus.

“Hey,” he pouted, though there was still enough of a smile left that you were sure he knew you were only kidding. He settled beside you, tucking an arm behind your head so you could rest on him as you normally did when you shared a room. “It’s hard to compete with 11 inches.”

After skipping through each advertisement for movies that had come out over a decade ago and finally selecting the play option on the movie menu, Peter planted a soft kiss on your forehead as the movie finally began and the familiar notes of the main theme played from the speakers.

“I think you should wake me up like this every morning.” he mumbled into your skin.

“I think that would be nice.” you agreed and nuzzled closer into him.

You two spent the entire first movie just like that, two nerds wrapped up in each other so close that you could hear each other's heartbeats, but so involved in the film that you didn’t get distracted by the distant pulsing of them.

“I think I'd make a great chaser.” you confessed during Harry’s first quidditch game.

“No, I think you’ve got it all wrong,” Peter argued. “I’d make a great chaser. You’d definitely be a beater. I mean legally hitting people off of flying brooms in a competitive wizard sport? If that isn’t right up your alley, I don’t know what is.”

“You’re right.” you agreed right before Harry crash landed into the sand, the golden snitch popping out of his mouth.

It was after the first movie that you started feeling peckish and by the way Peter squirmed to change positions every few seconds, you could tell he was feeling the same. Two hours awake without any food was an abnormal event for you and as a result your stomach was growling loudly. As you had other needs to attend to, you excused yourself and offered to grab the two of you something from the kitchen to snack on during the rest of your marathon.

“I’ll get it babe, you can stay in bed.” Peter offered, sitting up with you as you stood from his bed.

“That’s alright,” you assured him, handing him the disc to the second movie and the sleek black remote that controlled the monitor. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom so I’ll grab it on my way back.”

Peter laid back, his hands coming behind his head on the pillow as he eyed you on your way to the door. You smiled at him in confusion, wondering why he was admiring you so when all you were doing was fetching food.

“What?” you questioned, sliding on a sweatshirt over your pajamas.

“Sometimes I can’t believe we’re together,” he admitted. “You’re way too good for me.”

You giggled at his honesty as you moved towards the door.

“Are you still trying to sleep with me?” you teased.

“No,” he admitted, shaking his head adamantly. “...but I’m not opposed to the idea.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned to leave, chuckling to yourself.

“I’ll be back soon. You can save the sweet talk for then.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could picture Peter’s smile as you shut the door behind you and meandered to the bathroom closest to the Avenger’s kitchen before starting towards the food.

As promised, the breakfast feast awaiting you smelled gloriously of hot buttered pancakes, sweet maple syrup, and so many other wonderful items. You prepared a lie to explain Peter’s absence as you entered the kitchen and grabbed a plate, when suddenly, the voice of your dad sounded from behind you.

“Ahh, y/n!” he startled you, causing you to drop your plate back on the stack of white porcelain where you had just barely plucked it from.

“Hi dad,” you forced a smile, turning to face him. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been looking for you. C’mon, it’s family meeting time.” he stated casually. You realized then that the dining hall was eerily empty for a Saturday morning. The weekly buffet was normally packed with superheroes or at least a starving Thor. You furrowed your brows in confusion, never before having heard of any such meeting as you followed after your father.

“Family meeting? What about breakfast?”

“It can wait. I’ve got something we need to discuss.” you dad explained as he opened the tempered glass door to one of the many meeting rooms at the campus which was normally reserved for more professional causes.

“Okay. I’ll get Peter.”

“No time, come with me. Peter’s not invited to this one.” your father informed you as he grabbed your arm, pulling you with him inside of the meeting room where every chair was already filled by various heroes who also resided at the campus. You gave a small wave to those who cared to acknowledge your arrival and wandered to stand in a corner at the back of the room while your father took up the front. From what you could tell, everyone else was as confused as you were. You pulled out your phone just before it commenced, giving you enough time to shoot Peter a quick text explaining your prolonged absence.

I might be awhile

That’s fine. Take your time.

You fought the urge to smile at your boyfriend’s message as you slipped your phone into your pocket and looked up to your father who was commanding everyone’s attention.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. Really, I appreciate it.”

You recognize a feminine scoff from the right of the table, Natasha shaking her head, a fearful gesture from your main combat trainer. It was a general rule around the Campus, along with don’t introduce Steve Rodgers to ASMR: don’t get Natasha Romanoff angry unless you want to be dead.

“Cut the bullshit Tony. We’re all too tired and hungry to be here for longer than necessary. Get to the point. Why are we here?”

Others voiced their agreement and Tony put his hands up.

“Fine. I prepared a nice little welcome speech for you all, but I guess I’ll skip to my main point. You’re welcome by the way.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“The reason I’ve gathered you here today is to discuss a serious matter concerning one of our youngest recruits who I’ve purposefully made sure is not in attendance - ” he stated as he pressed one of the buttons on the controller to the meeting room monitor, the picture popping up on the screen of a face that was all too familiar to you with tousled brown hair and chocolate eyes. “- Mr. Peter Parker.”

Your heart stopped as you heard your boyfriend's name roll off your fathers lips. From a lifetime of knowing him you were sure whatever he wanted to discuss couldn’t be good. You tried your best to not look so shocked and managed to keep a neutral expression as you mirrored Bucky who did not care for the conversation whatsoever. In fact, his expression resembles that of someone who was desperate to deck someone.

“Ah yes! The Man of Spiders!” Thor called out, quite possibly the only Avenger who seemed to be not in the least bit irritated.

“Yep, that’s the one. Here’s the thing,” Tony began as you braced yourself. “It has been two years since he graduated high school. That means he’s had two whole years of college life to get out there and make some new connections, to be a kid! But instead he comes home late every night and is always so exhausted. He’s working way too hard. So I propose that we help our little spiderling find someone he can lean on and turn to. Someone who can really help him slow down and start to be himself. It’s time we help Peter get a girlfriend.”

Your eyes shot open as his words hit you, you had to force your hands to stay down and try not to react too much. You looked around at the reactions of the others, searching for someone who may agree with you, but much to your disappointment, no one seemed as against it as you were. It seemed the topic of helping Peter made the annoyance of the meeting more tolerable and many Avengers were nodding their heads in agreement. Thor especially as he hollered in his seat in clear support.

“Yes! Wonderful idea! A lady spider! Tis like those Midgardean movies that are so popular around this time of year! What do you call them? Wrong-Cons?”

Everyone looked around in confusion.

“Thor is referring to the movie genre of romantic comedies or rom-coms.” Vision explained. With the confusion cleared others started agreeing more.

“Yes, the boy needs a break,” Wanda concurred. “And I love a good rom-com.”

“He works too hard.” nodded Nat.

Others started muttering to their neighbors how they also agreed as you shook your head in utter disbelief.

You pushed off from your place on the wall, quickly gathering the attention of the others as you joined your dad at the front.

“Are you guys crazy?” you laughed nervously. “Peter doesn’t need a girlfriend! Yes, he can be hard on himself sometimes and I agree he needs a break, but that doesn’t mean you should try and shove something in his life that he has never shown any liking towards.” you explain, trying your best to sound as unsuspecting as possible.

Here in the crowd of adults, you were only Peter’s best friend and you wished to keep them in the dark for as long as possible, especially considering your father forbid you from growing a closer connection to Peter.

To your surprise, another Avenger stood to back your point as the Winter Soldier himself took on the crowd.

“She’s got a point, Tony.” Bucky agreed.

“Yes! Thank you!” you smiled, gesturing at Bucky a little too excitedly.

“We shouldn’t force the boy into something if there’s no confirmation of his own interest,” the Winter Soldier restated, earning a nod of encouragement from you. “There’s probably a reason he hasn’t gotten a girlfriend and I think we should leave him to discover himself if you know what I mean.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” at once you started refuting his claim. “Peter’s not gay, he’s just not interested in dating.”

“So he’s asexual? Is that what it’s called nowadays?” Steve asked, his tiny notebook of modern definitions at the ready as he pulled a pen from the pocket of his flannel pajama bottoms. He too had only just woken up.

“No. I mean yes that is a real and valid sexual identity and some people don’t have a desire to be with someone romantically, but that’s not Peter. He’s interested, just not right now.”

“How can we trust that the Tiny Stark knows what she says of the Man of Spiders?” Thor quirked a brow at your claims. You nearly blew up at him as he asked, glaring at the rest of the room on the edge of insanity from the thought of them shipping off your boyfriend to be with another.

“I’m his best friend, okay?! And I know him better than any of you so I know for a fact that he doesn’t need a girlfriend right now!”

Your father grasped your shoulder gently, a weak attempt at calming you down.

“That was exactly my next point. You’re his best friend and you’re right. You know him way better than any of us.” your father agreed. You gave him a thankful smile, glad to finally have him on your side.

“Thanks, dad-”

“That’s exactly why you’ll be out intel and our connection to Peter in ‘Operation Pair Parker.’ That way he won’t suspect anything.” he interrupted with a proud expression.

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“You already named it!? You’re kidding right? You have to be kidding. You all know this is just unbelievably crazy right?” you asked the crowd.

“I don’t see a reason why not. It’ll be good for the kid to have someone.” Natasha disagreed and by the disapproving looks from the others, you could tell her opinion was shared by the majority.

“Exactly. See everyone gets it and we need you to carry it all out,” your father continued. “I already have a few people in mind that I can pair him with. The only reason to not to would be if you know something we don’t. Peter isn’t seeing anyone, right y/n?” your father eyed you, suspicious of your relentless attitude towards his thought out plan. You knew you couldn’t own up to it, the risk of discovery was much too great, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything you could do to shut down Operation Pair Parker.

“Well, I didn’t want to expose Peter since he’s only just barely told me-” you began, hardly believing the words were leaving your lips. “-but he has been seeing someone and I think it’s getting pretty serious.”

“Oh really? And who is this girl?” your father interrogated.

“Or boy.” Bucky added.

“It’s a girl,” you clarified, hurrying to think of exactly you could pin Peter’s secret relationship on without creating too much damage. “Her name is um, MJ!” you exclaimed as the name came to you. It was perfect too as she was one of your best friends and someone Peter could’ve easily hypothetically gotten with ages ago.

“You mean the overwhelmingly unenthusiastic girl that Peter has only ever talked about once?” You could tell by his raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes that Tony didn’t believe you, but there was still time to convince him. And you would do anything to end this scheme.

“Yep,” you gritted your teeth, letting out a fake laugh that you hoped sounded convincing enough. “That’s the one, good old MJ. You know what they say, opposites attract.”

Tony wasn’t fazed as the intensity of his suspecting expression lingered on.

“You sure he isn’t seeing someone he’s closer to? You’re not dating him right?” he questioned, reminding you of the age old rule. Under no circumstance were you and Peter allowed to see each other. No matter how many battles you had fought together nor how many times he had protected you from harm. Not even if the world was on the brink of collapse. Never.

“Yeah, you’re acting pretty suspicious.” Sam chimed in.

“Is something up, y/n?” wondered Nat.

You burst into nervous laughter as you thought of a plausible excuse and your web of lies deepened.

“Oh, you guys are too good. You’ve got me! I have been seeing someone.”

“I knew it! Lady Stark is with the Man of Spiders!” Thor pointed accusingly towards you.

“You did not know that.” argued Wanda as Thor had been the least suspecting of all the Avengers up until your false confession. It didn’t help that he was also the most gullible.

“No! No, no, not Peter,” you scoffed, choking out a laugh. “His name is um… Flash!”

Your face burned red as you realized who’s name had just slipped out of your mouth. Oh why hadn’t you said Ned? At least you actually enjoyed spending time with Ned. But as your father’s face shifted and your lie began to work, you knew it was too late to go back now.

“Flash? You mean that boy who’s been mean to you and Peter since you were kids?” your father knew exactly who he was through years of his name popping up in counseling sessions Tonty provided to help you figure out how to defend yourself in public without using your powers.

“Yeah. He’s actually really nice once you get to know him and we’ve been together for a little while now.” you tried, changing your voice to match the same doting pitch it took on whenever you talked about Peter.

“Huh,” Tony pondered, but eventually shrugged the confession off as your lies snapped into place. He turned off Peter’s image on the monitor, leaving a blank black square in its place. “Well, in that case, the operation is off.”

“Alright, I guess that means I can go…” you smiled, ready to sneak off to finally grab some breakfast and more hidden moments with your real boyfriend.

“And date night is on!” Tony cheered unexpectedly.

Your eyes widened as your stomach dropped in realization of what you had just done. You and Peter were really in trouble now and it was all because you couldn’t admit the truth.

“Date night?” you repeated uneasily.

“To celebrate my children finding love, I want you both to invite your sweethearts over and we’ll have a big dinner so we can get to know them. Let Peter know he has to invite MJ.” specified your father which could only mean he expected you to invite Flash.

Oh shit. There was no getting out of it now.

“What a splendid idea.” deadpanned Vision who you could’ve sworn knew the truth about you and Peter as his room was next door. You almost glared at the android, but caught yourself.

“Yep, sure thing,” you grimaced, knowing that your lies would soon catch up to you. “And when is this whole thing supposed to be?” you asked, hoping it would be after the break so you and Peter could retreat to your separate schools instead of owning up. By then, you’d probably be able to come up with two break up stories so heart wrenching that the Avengers would understand why you would never want to date again.

“Let’s do tomorrow if we can. The sooner the better.” Tony proclaimed, pulling out his device from his pocket so that he could put the dinner into the following day’s agenda, scheduling it as a mandatory event.

You felt like you were gonna pass out.

“Great! I’ll just go tell Peter then. We’ll be ready!” you fake laughed as you walked off, truly dying inside as the crushing weight of what you had just done hit you.

Once you were out of sight of the Avengers (all of which started voting on what theme your dinner would be), you completely spaced picking up something to eat and sprinted down the hallway to Peter’s room. You stumbled in when you arrived, closing the door behind you and leaning on it, gasping for air from the rush.

“Hey baby,” Peter welcomed you back from his bed, lifting the remote to turn down the TV volume by a couple notches. “I hope you don’t mind, I started the second one, but we can totally rewind if you want…”

Confused by your lack of a reply, Peter looked at you and immediately sat up in bed, ignoring the film with a worry riddled face. The remote fell from his grasp and into the twisted sheets of his bed, never to be found again.

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head as you caught your breath, sliding down the door until you collapsed on the floor.

“No, Peter. Something terrible just happened and it’s all my fault.” you cried and curled to tuck your head into your lap. You weren’t quite to the point of tears, but it was enough distress to alert your boyfriend.

Peter sprung off his bed with a start, swinging his legs to the edge so that he could fully face you, but he was apprehensive about approaching your sullen form.

“Is it your period? Is that why you took so long? I knew I should have come to check on you…”

“No, I’m not on my period and I didn’t spend all that time in the bathroom. This is so much worse than that.” you lifted your head to speak so the words didn’t come out jumbled, but as soon as you had finished, your face returned to your lap.

Peter stood and neared you slowly, placing his hands on your forearms and squeezing you comfortingly as you lifted your head.

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” he assured you. “What is it?”

You inhaled deeply before rushing out a summary of the events that had taken place only moments before.

“Long story short, my dad was trying to hook you up with someone because he thinks you're so sad and lonely lately so I tried to get him off your back and now he thinks that you’re dating MJ and I’m dating Flash and we have to invite them to a big dinner with all the Avengers tomorrow.” you sputtered in one breath, gasping by the end.

“WHAT?!”

“I KNOW!”

“How are we supposed to do that? I mean maybe MJ would agree if she were even in town… maybe, but we can’t invite Flash here!”

“I know!”

“Why didn’t you say Ned?!”

“I don’t know! That’s not the point, Peter. What I’m saying is that we need to come up with something fast.”

“I think we should just tell him.” Peter confessed, not one to share your disregard for the truth. Instead, he imagined a future where he could be more open with his teammates about the love you shared, maybe even rub it into Sam and Bucky’s faces as the three held a long standing rivalry since an opposing battle at a German airport. “Better fess up now.”

“NO! Peter, my dad will KILL US if he finds out we’re together!” you shut down his suggestion, too afraid of the consequences to even contemplate telling the truth. “We’ve got to come up with something better, I can’t let him win this.”

“Ugh, you Starks and your stubbornness.” Peter groaned. While he was well informed of your father’s rule, he didn’t understand why the two of you were so competitive, especially when it came to ethicality.

“I just wished there was a way we could pull it off without inviting either of them.” you pouted, staring off into the distance when the scene playing on the screen caught your eye.

The meeting had lasted so long that while you were gone, Peter had managed to watch up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s secret potion escapades in the abandoned girls’ bathroom.

“Add the hairs.” directed Hermione as the golden trio sprinkled the strands into their separate goblets of green sludge, so young in only the second film in the saga.

“You're right,” Peter sighed, his attention turning to the movie at the same time as you. “Things would be so much easier if we were wizards and could make Polyjuice Potion.”

Suddenly an idea popped into your head.

“Peter! That’s it! You’re a genius.” you exclaimed, pulling away from his hold and running across the room to his closet, flipping excitedly through his collection of colored flannels.

“Thanks,” Peter blushed, moving to sit on his bed once more. “Why exactly am I a genius this time?”

Your smile widened as you came upon it, Peter’s darkest flannel that distantly resembled something your dear friend MJ would wear. You pulled it on and discarded the hanger, throwing it haphazardly to another corner of the room as you looked at your boyfriend. You beamed at him as if you had just won the lottery. For a skilled liar, stringing together a new fake story was almost as accomplishing.

“Can I borrow this?” you asked.

“Of course,” Peter obliged. “You know how I feel about you wearing my clothes. Can I just ask why this in particular?”

“We can’t ask MJ or Flash to attend themselves so we’ll just have to become them instead!”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

You closed your eyes and concentrated, picturing MJ in your mind and spreading your arms out from your body as the familiar tingling sensation started and your body began to change from the will of your shape shifting powers. Before long, you began to resemble the quiet girl from your school. Your hair grew longer and curled into her familiar pattern as your jawline sharpened and your limbs lengthened until the girl standing in front of Peter was no longer his girlfriend, but the one and only Michelle Jones.

You opened your eyes that now resembled her dark brown ones and smiled at him, something MJ would never do. Peter’s own face lit up as he realized what you meant.

“That’s even better than Polyjuice Potion!” he grinned, watching you nod as you looked yourself top to bottom, satisfied with the extent of your abilities.

“I think we can make this work.” you stated, moving towards Peter who was gazing at you with admiration.

“You just need to master her facial expressions. MJ would never smile that much.”

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath as you let your smile fade away to capture MJ’s unwavering neutrality.

“That’s perfect.” Peter complimented once you had mastered it. You chuckled out of pride as your usual smile carved back onto your face along with an affectionate look as you glanced at Peter. You leaned into him, lips at the ready to peck his perfect pretty face until you were stopped by his outstretched hands.

“What?” you questioned, unused to being denied by your boyfriend.

“As much as I would love to kiss you right now, you still look like one of our best friends.” Peter explained with reddened cheeks.

“Oh right.”

Quickly, you shook off your disguised form and shifted back into yourself. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed Peter and allowed him to pull you in closer by your waist, his hand sneaking up to meet the skin under his flannel. It seemed at last he would get to have his own rendition of a perfect first morning with you.

After a few moments, he lifted away from your lips with a heavy breath to ask, “Does this mean I have to be Flash?”

You sent him a guilty smile.

“Sorry babe, but we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do.”

part two coming soon!

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Key: *(ns): no smut

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positivelyholland · 2 years

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Maybe can you do a Hollandsister when she faints at school and she has to be picked up

Pairing: Tom holland x sister!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: passing out, hospitals, not proofread

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Tom was frantically running around his house like a mad person trying to find everything he needed so he could leave.

"Woah whats got you so stressed" harry teased as he walked into the kitchen where Tom had been digging for his car keys.

"Y/n's school just called" Tom talked as though he had absolutely no care for the conversation, as he was too stressed to even bother.

Harry's face dropped a little, although he still needed to know what was going on with his siblings.

"What's that supposed to mean?" his voice sounded a lot more serious compared to his previous statement.

"The school nurse called" Tom still was way too distracted by trying to get out the door than to talk to harry.

Harry became increasingly more worried at those words.

"Dude you need to calm down... now what's going on with y/n im starting to freak out almost as much as you are"

Although Harry was nervous, he felt like he needed to calm Tom down otherwise something bad was bound to happen.

"Y/n passed out in class. They can't wake her up. They're taking her to the ER. Mom and Dad didn't pick up either of their phones. Im her emergency contact. I need to be at the hospital asap for her." Tom said with short breaths.

Harry could see the signs of a beginning of a panic attack in Tom, and immediately dropped everything he was doing to help both of his siblings that needed him.

"How about you go get in the car and I'll drive us both there safely..." harry told Tom in hopes to calm him down.

Harry paused "she'll be okay Tom, she'll be just fine."

The usually 20 minute drive to the hospital was made in half the time, and Toms nerves for his sister had not calmed down almost at all.

Once they arrived, Harry dropped Tom off at the entrance before quickly finding a place to park. Tom practically sprinted into the hospital and to the front desk. He definitely received some judging glares while doing so, although he couldn't care less.

Once he found out what room you were in, he practically booked it there. As he approached the door, he let out a shaky breath before gently knocking.

The second Tom heard a weak "come in" that was very obviously your voice, he couldn't help but feel anything but relieved that you had woken up.

He opened the door to see you laying in a hospital bed with a bunch of tubes hooked up to you, and looking more pale than he had ever seen you. He swore he could hear his heart break at the sight of his baby sister like this.

"Oh y/n" was all he said before running to your side and engulfing you into a warm hug, one of which the two of you stayed in until you heard a knock at the door and a deep male voice that belonged to the doctor.

"Ah I see that you're doing better Ms Holland. And who might this be" the doctor gestured to Tom.

"I'm Tom, y/n's oldest brother and emergency contact" he explained.

"Well nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Dr Jones, and I come bearing good news" he joked.

Tom audibly sighed in relief at those few words.

Dr Jones continued "After performing numerous tests, we have found the cause of the fainting"

Tom straightened up in his seat as his anxiety of the unknown about his little sister returned.

The doctor noticed this. "Don't worry, it was nothing serious other than dehydration and a lack of certain nutrients. We're only gonna keep you here for a few more hours, and when we send you home we'll do so with some vitamins that you should be taking daily in order to prevent this from happening again..."

The doctor continued giving instructions to Tom, and as he finished explaining what exaclty had happened, the door swung open again to reveal an ever so worried Dom Holland, who seemed like she had gone through the exact same thing that Tom had when he first got the call.

Although their mother was probably 10 times more worried when she walked through the same door 5 minutes later.

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untilnextchapter · 10 months

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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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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It's Over? ||

Pairing: (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3,728

Overview: (Loosely based on this) After overhearing your conversation on the phone, Peter begins to worry about the status of your relationship and a miscommunication over text only makes matters worse.

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Peter Parker's such a terrible boyfriend.

...Okay, so maybe you've never said that to his face, but he's convinced it's true and he's also certain you agree. He's been a massive idiot lately which is a realization that makes him sick with worry and rotten with guilt.

Peter feels no hesitation with his feelings towards you and has always put effort into proving it: he gets you hand picked flowers collected during his patrols, writes loving messages for you with webs outside your window, and even texts you pictures of sunsets from the best views in New York, wishing you could be there in person with him because he absolutely treasures you, counting himself lucky every single day solely because of the fact that he can call himself your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he fears that the title might change here soon because no matter how boundless his love is for you, he's done a real shitty job of showing it - at least in the ways that really count the most.

Originally, Peter didn't notice the flaws to your relationship and even when he did, he foolishly brushed them off. Once your smile began to fade little by little each time he returned home wounded, he reminded you that you don't need to stay up waiting for him every night and can go to sleep earlier if you're just going to be tired and annoyed with him when he gets home. He didn't mean to word it so harshly. He was worn out himself and didn't take the time to consider that you wait all night because you're worried about him.

Your complaints about him returning from work without getting any groceries would simply be met with new promises to do so after patrol. If there was no food in the fridge for dinner, then he suggested ordering take out. As a man who could easily survive months on Top Ramen alone, he didn't think you'd mind Chinese food two days in a row.

Even when you'd beg him to stay home for a date night because you haven't had one in weeks, he'd push you away, insisting he needs to protect New York without once stopping to wonder how his priorities might translate in your mind: 'I need to protect a city of strangers as I do every single night, so no, I can't spare a few hours for my girlfriend'.

Throughout every sigh to part your lips, Peter turned a blind eye to it all. Sure, the two of you argue, but all couples do, right? He still loves you and you love him, it's just...a little rough dating a superhero is all, however you'll both get through it together, he was so sure - and that's the key word: Peter 'was' sure, but after your fight today and the self-reflection he's done since, he's not too confident anymore.

It seemed so minuscule this morning. He was eating a bowl of cereal when he heard you huff from the other room. Upon investigating, he found you holding a red and blue shirt in hand, frustration written all over your face. It was your favorite shirt and it definitely wasn't supposed to be that color. Of course, the reason for its unplanned dye job wasn't difficult to guess.

Peter apologized while explaining he was really tired the night before and must've thrown his suit into the wash without checking the other items first; an "honest mistake" he called it with a shrug. Once again, you huffed, throwing the shirt back into the hamper in clear defeat which only made him press further about your suddenly foul mood. From there, the situation only escalated into raised voices ending in you slamming the door directly in his face when he tried to follow you into the bedroom.

Looking back on it now, Peter realizes his apology came off as halfhearted as he merely continued to stuff another spoonful of cereal in his mouth in between sentences and he probably should've stayed at that locked door to give you a proper apology, yet regrettable that's not how it played out. Instead, he purposely sighed as loudly as he could, asking why you "act so bitchy anymore" before stomping off...Not the greatest way to resolve an argument.

Unfortunately, Peter can't say that was the first fight he's merely walked away from with you. You would think Spiderman would know better, but alas, he's an idiot. In his own immature mind, he didn't see anything wrong or unhealthy with this strategy of simply dropping 'unfavorable conversations', after all, it seemed he had a fifty-fifty chance of you either getting angrier or never bringing the topic up again, the latter of which has been occurring more frequently lately. It wasn't until this morning that he realized just because you don't bring it up again, doesn't mean it isn't still hurting you.

When Peter went back up to the bedroom door, prepared to tell you he'd be leaving for work soon, he heart shattered upon hearing your silent sobs from inside. You were crying because of him. Your tears have always been his weakness, but it was in that moment that he learned there's something else that can deal even more damage to his sorrow and that's the broken words you sniffled to presumably MJ on the phone:

"I-I just can't do this anymore! It doesn't matter what I do! I've tried to not be clingy. I've tried to give him space and let him do his thing, but he never comes back to me! I don't even remember the last time we've gone on a date. It's always New York this, Daily Bugle that. Hell, he volunteered to work a few extra hours the other day yet can't be bothered to stay home just to eat dinner at the table with me! It's like I'm last to everything else in his life even when I put him first in mine!"

The thought of your relationship ending turns Peter's nerves to mush. How could he be so stupid? So ignorant? Such an asshole when he has the perfect girlfriend who has kept putting up with his bullshit for all this time? You don't ask for much in return; you never have. You ask him to help with small chores in your shared apartment. You request that he texts you regularly throughout the night not because you need attention, but because you need to know he's safe. You want date nights every once in a blue moon because he's your boyfriend, goddammit! What's the point of saying you're dating if he feels more like a lazy roommate than an equal lover?

You're slipping right through his fingers and he has no one to blame except himself. He knows that now and he's been spending the entire day thinking about it along with some way to apologize properly.

Part of him wishes he would've just pulled himself together and done something right then, bursting into the room with the promise that he can change - that he will change. Hell, he'd burn his suit in front of you if it means you'll give him another chance - if you'll believe for a second that the relationship is worth saving...But alas, he couldn't bring himself to interrupted your call, feeling it would only betray your trust if you knew he had been listening to a private conversation.

Instead, Peter sat like a statue on the couch, waiting not so patiently for you to leave the room on your own accord. When you did, he leaped up only for you to walk directly past him while sternly reminding him you have work. Of course you had work and, no matter how far he followed you through the apartment, begging you to listen to him for even just a minute, you wouldn't so much as glance his way...The karma he deserves.

While you may not have given him any time to explain himself this morning, hope is not completely lost. Shortly after your departure, Peter came to the realization that his nerves will last all day if he doesn't do something about your earlier argument, thus he decided to text you:

Your final text hadn't come until ten minutes after his, but at least he has a chance to plead his case which he doesn't plan on letting go to waste. He's practiced his apology about a hundred times each hour, engraving the thought-out speech in the deepest corners of his mind despite none of it sounding quite right. Of course none of it sounds right! You sounded so convinced on your phone call - like your mind is already made up on ending the relationship. What if you can't be swayed? What if you don't love him anymore? It did take you ten minutes to text those words back. Maybe you weren't even wanting to say them to spare you both the extra pain at noon.

It may seem hopeless, as Peter worries, however he refuses to give up. Too tense at home, he took to swinging around New York while sometimes reciting his speech aloud. He's tried his best to predict any possible response you may have so that a counter argument can be prepared. He wants to show you that he means this - that he's confident in his ability to fix your crumbling relationship. He's even picked up a nice bouquet of flowers at the corner store, ignoring the weird looks the florists gave as Spiderman dropped from the sky just to nervously request the best flowers to avoid a break up.

Needless to say, Peter's heart nearly jumps out of his chest when his phone alarm finally rings at noon. By this time, he's already sitting on the rooftop of your workplace, waiting nervously for your call while reviewing everything he's prepared in the meantime.

Bad boyfriend or not, Peter still knows you. He knows you find the break room too crowded, so you prefer to grab your lunch and take it back to your desk to eat. That's when you'll likely call him. The plan is then for him to pour his heart out into his speech before hanging upside down outside your office window with the flowers. Sappy, yes, but it's the best a desperate wreck like Peter Parker can think of!

His focus is glued to his phone screen while waiting, only shattered by the sound of sirens nearby. Lifting his head, Peter's heart drops at the sight of several cop cars racing down the street to a location he's learned all too well throughout his time as Spiderman: the damn bank. Of course, someone has to rob the bank now! Crime has been quiet all day, but the one time Peter needs it to be so, it decides to be blaring loud instead!

He curses under his breath when standing only for his ringer to be the new sound in his ears. You're calling now! You're calling and there's a bank robbery a few blocks down! Why does the universe hate Peter like this?

"Hello -"

"- Hey, (Y/n)...Sweetheart - Listen, I'm, um," he bites his lip, watching a few more cop cars zoom by in the company of a firetruck," I am so sorry, but I'm gonna have to call you back, okay? There's a robbery at the bank and I -...I promise I'm going to call you back before your break is over. I promise."

You don't respond too quickly much to Peter's concern - as if you already know to start weighing the worth of his promises. When you finally sigh, you sound just as tired as this morning, "...Sure, alright. Just...be safe, Peter, okay?"

"I know, I will be! I promise I'm going to call you right back so just hold tight!" Swinging into the air, Peter holds the phone to his ear with his shoulder, soon removing it with his hand but pausing to say before hanging up: "Have a good lunch, I love you!"

"...I love you, too..." Another delayed response, one Peter barely hears before pressing the little red button on the bottom of his screen.

He's dealt with lots of bank robberies before. He can make this quick. Swing in, keep the sass to a minimum, web up the badies, save the hostages, and return your call with plenty of time remaining for your break. It'll definitely work out that way, no sweat!

It didn't work out that way...No, of course it didn't, this is the life of Peter Parker; a man the universe just seems to hate most of the time. Forty two minutes; that's how long it took to deal with the whole fiasco at the bank. The robbers were armed with homemade weapons each packing a punch which are already annoying to deal with on their own, but sided with the worry of hostages and his already stressful day, the fight wasn't as easy as Spiderman had planned.

Nevertheless, no matter what the universe decides to throw his way, he has gotten good at recovering. Yet again, the bad guys were defeated and left webbed up for the police, however Spiderman had no time to deliver a clever pun before his exit. Instead, he disappears the second the threat is gone, his phone already in hand as he prepares to face another:

"Shit, shit, shit!" Peter curses, pacing across the rooftop he lands on while frantically texting you back:

Swinging a bit further, Peter begins his way towards your work with his phone balanced against his ear. He mumbles desperate pleas under his breath as he listens to the seemingly endless ringing before, to his relief, your voice finally picks up on the other side:

"Yeah?"

"Oh thank god! I didn't mean it's over as in 'I'm over with you and our relationship', but over as in 'I got the robbers'. I'd never break up with you especially over text, I swear - Listen, I really need to talk to you, but in person. Are you still at work?"

"Whatever it is, can't you just tell me now? I have that meeting in like ten minutes."

"No, I need to tell you in person. I need - I have to make sure that we're okay...I want us to be okay..." He's nearly in tears which is obvious to you by the sound of his voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I really don't want you to break up with me. I know I've been a terrible boyfriend lately and I know I've made you feel like shit so I probably deserve to be dumped, but I swear I never meant to and I want to fix everything - I will fix everything, I swear! You're the most important person in my life - okay, maybe second to May because she's my aunt, but compared to everyone else! I love you more than Spiderman or the Daily Bugle or - or even those super good sandwiches at the corner deli!"

"Peter -"

"- My point is I can do so much better! I'll start doing all the chores, I'll take more days off from the Daily Bugle and I'll even stop being Spiderman if it means you'll be happy with me, I promise! Just please give me one more chance -!"

"- Peter, hold on!" He instantly shuts his mouth under the strictness in your voice. You hesitate on the other end before a sigh can be heard, "...How quickly can you be here?"

"Give me two minutes tops!"

"...Alright. Meet me on the rooftop - and don't be late. My manager's already an asshole as it is, so I can't be late to this meeting."

The sound of Peter landing on the roof causes you to turn around, yet you have no time to say anything before he's running towards you with his mask already crinkled in his hand as well as a few measly roses with broken stems in the other, "(Y/n), I’m sorry. I promise I’m sorry.”

“Peter, your face…” Perhaps it’s just instincts and routine at this point, but the first thing you notice is the nasty bruise already forming under his eye, not that he’s the slightest bit concerned about that, in fact he doesn’t even acknowledge your comment.

“Please give me another chance. I’ll fix everything!” When Peter officially reaches your side, he moves to hug you - desperately wanting to do so, however he stops himself with his hands on your arms, having no more confidence to push his luck. You could shove him away at any moment, after all, “Like I said, I’ll do the chores, I’ll go on as many dates as you want, and I’ll stop being Spiderman even -”

“- You wouldn’t stop being Spiderman. You’d never stop being Spiderman,” contrary to his expectations, rather than being angry, you run a hand through his hair, your voice a soft whisper, “You love being Spiderman too much, Peter.”

He bites his lip and bows his head in shame. You’re right. He doesn’t want to stop being Spiderman, but…

“...But I love you more…”

“...Peter,” your heart swoons. Brushing his bangs away from his face, you tilt your head to get a good look at him, “I know you love me and I love you, too. That’s why I could never ask you to give up something as important to you as Spiderman.”

“I thought…” He trails off.

“You thought what?”

He glances at you quickly before directing his eyes away, “...I thought you were mad at me because of Spiderman? Because I spend too much time working - that’s why you want to break up with me, right?”

You blink in surprise, “Huh? Why would you think I want to break up with you?”

“I accidentally overheard you talking on the phone,” now it’s your turn to look away in shame, “You said you couldn’t do this anymore…That you were pretty much fed up with me which you have every right to be. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately -”

“- You’re not a terrible boyfriend -”

“- I am, though!” Peter cries, “It’s like you said! I leave you second to everything else - I don’t mean to, but I made you feel like you’re not as important to me when you really are. You’ve always been important to me, yet I’ve been ignoring your feelings and I pushed you to the ledge -”

“- Peter Parker,” you move your hands to his cheeks, moving him gently to look at you as you speak quietly yet sternly, “...You’re right. You haven’t been the most ‘attentive’ lately and yes, it really hurts to be tossed aside compared to everything else. I know deep down that you don’t mean it and I know you love me. I love you too - sooo much which is why I really don’t want to break up…It’s just…Something needs to change.

“That call you heard - I was only ranting if anything because honestly, I haven’t felt like I’ve had anyone to talk to lately,” you squeeze your eyes shut, blinking back the tears, “I’ve been so worn out with it all. Work’s been crazy lately with my manager constantly up my ass for reports and then when I go home wanting nothing more than to spend time with the one person who makes all that stress go away, you aren’t there. I’ve…I can’t keep that up.

“...What’s important right now is that we both realize that. I don’t want you to give up being Spiderman, but you could take a night off once in a while, right? There’s like a zillion superheroes in this city, after all. Make the Avengers handle it or - I don’t know, that devil dude. Take a break not just for my sake, but yours, too” you let your hands fall down to Peter’s, holding onto them with a sigh, “...You’re not the only one who needs to change, though. This is partly my fault, too -”

“- It isn’t your fault. Why would it be your fault?” Peter interrupts with concern, yet you shake your head.

“I should’ve communicated to you that I was upset. I should’ve made sure you actually understood how I was feeling instead of just assuming or expecting it. Clearly, you care about us as much as I do and you want to make fixes now that you’re aware of the problems. If I just would’ve said something sooner, it wouldn’t have had to get to this point. It isn’t fair for either of us to suffer without the other’s knowledge nor is it healthy. We shouldn’t have to get pushed to the ledge or worry about a break up before ever once sitting down to actually talk about our concerns like grown ups…That’s what we’re supposed to be now, right?”

“I think so, although it’s not that easy, is it?” Peter mumbles then throws his head back dramatically with a groan, “Ah, May and Ben made it look sooo easy!’

You chuckle, resting your forehead against him, “I’m sure they had moments like this…We just have to learn, is all.”

For what feels like the first time today, Peter smiles and breathes his relief, “How about this: I’ll promise to start spending more time with you and doing more chores around the apartment if you promise to start telling me when you’re upset. Even if it’s something that seems totally stupid, okay? I won’t walk away anymore. I’ll sit and listen and if I don’t, you have my permission to call May on me.”

“It’s a promise,” you press your smile against his for what you intend to be a quick peck, however his arms finally wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into a longer kiss he’s been dying for all day.

“I love you,” he whispers once pulling away.

“I love you, too,” and there’s no hesitation or delay to your response this time.

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wait hold up headcanon requests??? how do the uncharted guys like/prefer their oral sex (whether that means giving or receiving, your pick 👀)?? (but only if you want to) (also YES you should keep writing the Sadir Inheritance!)

Okay, you little devil. Have the brothers, because they took me long enough & i got a little carried away.

Nate & Sam Drake Giving/ Receiving Oral (f!reader)| headcanons.

CW: nsfw (duh). 18+ pls <3

Sam:

Giving

Yeah, yeah, he can be a selfish asshole, but god, does he love to put his mouth to work on you (even if it is sometimes primarily for his own satisfaction).

Things could go one of two ways when it comes to Sam; a nasty little tease, or a total sweetheart.

He can be a cocky, condescending bastard, and he takes an enormous amount of pleasure from seeing how flustered he can get you. Whilst he rushes most things in life, he has the patience of a saint when it comes to going down on you, and loves to be buried between your thighs until he's pretty much drunk on your taste.

Though, he certainly doesn’t make it a walk in the park.

Big fan of teasing. BIGGER fan of edging. He’s a relentless menace, and will make you beg for everything: for him to touch you where you need him to, to let you cum, you name it…he’ll have you begging the whole time.

Sam loves to both watch and hear you lose composure time and time again, and since he can be big-headed *cue hairline joke*, he 100% gets off on the fact that he has the ability to do so with his mouth alone- he’ll happily have you in any position where he can watch as you do so. Go-to's include:

-Legs over his back whilst he lays on his front, hands gripping your thighs over his shoulders with enough pressure to leave bruises, close enough for you to comb your fingers through his hair…if you’re lucky enough for him to let you keep those hands of yours untied.

-Sitting on his face‼️ Tongue, lips, nose- and even teeth if he’s feeling particularly sadistic- working together perfectly in order to send you making all kinds of sounds that only he could draw from you. Also means he can get that oh-so-important alternate grip on your ass and tits (expect him to smack 'em. He will.). Now, I know this may not be the obvious choice because you’re almost pinning him down, but it gives him a chance to really go to town ’til he's got you dripping all over his face. Plus- he’d never admit this out loud- but he actually loves feeling a little used by you when the time is right, thus what better position could you possibly be in?

Ohhh, and how could I forget the overstimulation? It’s quite a sight seeing the gentle licks and sucks he uses to repeatedly coax you to the edge transform to the unrestrained messiness of a man starved.

He’ll smirk and maybe even laugh at you as you whimper and writhe against his mouth in an attempt to quell the oversensitivity, whining for him to ease off, but he’ll have such a grip on you that you’ve simply got to ‘suffer’- after all “Sorry, I--I thought y'wanted to cum, didn’t you, Princess?”.

Won't stop until you're almost passed out, and will use such an opportunity to come up to the surface and kiss you in your state of lethargy, slick-coated stubble grazing against your face as he gets you to taste yourself, drawling between breaths about how delicious you are.

Maybe he’ll add his fingers to the mix to really get you feeling insane on your own pleasure before he has his turn.

Whilst he loves riling you up (something about the way he has full control over your pleasure sends him a bit feral), he has his moments where he can be almost as tender as his brother. Sam’s a quick-witted son of a bitch, and is all over the idea of sending you into fits of giggles, even whilst he goes down on you.

He's not afraid to whip out the amusing theatrics at the right time, and can become the human embodiment of a comedically-timed 'Careless Whisper' sax break- but you might have to rein it in if you want to actually get anywhere, because there's always a slight risk that he could ruin the moment.

Not feeling attractive? Talking smack about yourself? He won't hesitate to verbally 'shush' you before leaving a trail of bruises all over your upper thighs to shut you up. Compliments? He’ll find time to pepper them in... even while he’s got his tongue buried inside you.

Receiving

Honestly, he's not difficult to impress. Simply drop to your knees in front of him with a sweet little smile, and he's already half-way there.

Mostly wants to finish inside you (idgaf what anyone says, this man has a festering breeding kink), and will primarily enjoy getting head as foreplay, BUT, there have been plenty of times where the idea of finishing on your face, down your throat, or, god help him, all over your tits, gets him so hot that he has to have you that way.

Again, total menace at times, can be tender at others...but most often he's the former. Even if he starts out sweet and slow, the closer he gets to orgasm, the higher his tendency to get a tad carried away.

He's not afraid to take total control, especially on those days where he has a lot on his mind, and needs to let out a bit of pent-up stress. He'll take out said stress on you, but of course you're more than happy to oblige.

Gag reflex not fantastic? On those rougher days, tough luck. Sam doesn't give a shit.

"Aw, strugglin', sweetheart? Good." All deep and gravelly. Heh.

He'll be hitting the back of your throat, snarky rhetorical questions chuckled through a smirk because he knows you can't respond. If anything, he wants to hear you choke on him, and with a fist to your hair, will bury himself as deep as possible, holding your head still for a few seconds just to hear you gag, before sliding out, letting you gasp in air before he goes again. He probably won't even give you time to consider getting his balls involved, though he'd sing your praises if you do.

Completely gets off on watching you drool uncontrollably, eyes watering as he fucks your throat.

Rest assured though, he'll watch you with caution, just in case there's any sign that it's too much, but tbh he probably won't take that long, so you'll be fine.

He doesn't really have a go-to place to actually cum when it comes to oral- it's like playing wheel of fortune every time- but one thing's for certain: he's gonna growl, and it's not going to be neat, so here's hoping it takes place somewhere with nearby shower access.

Deffo fantasises about getting sucked off in a public place...the riskier the location, the more turned on he is by the idea of it. Funnily enough, he's too nervous to ask because he doesn't want to cross a line...but will 'joke' about the idea of it.

Above all, Sam's in awe of you every time you offer to go down on him, and whist he may not openly express it, he cherishes the more intimate moments between you. No matter how rough he is with you, he never fails to keep telling you how pretty you look with him in your mouth, and he's always quick to resort back to a wise-crack or two after he's done, just to bring himself back down to earth;

"Well, looks like I got all...Jackson Pollock over your...*snickering, pointing to come-covered tits* Bot-'Botticellis'." "My...Botte-I- What are you on about?" "The paint-Jackson...Pollock, the painter who did all the--" "Yeah, no, I get it, 'Michaelangelo's 'David''. Just...towel please, wise guy."

Nate:

Giving

Our babygirl Nathan isn’t just a pretty face.

Now, we all know he presents himself as a bit of a know-it-all womanizer, but once he’s alone with a partner, that façade crumbles away like 99% of the bridges he sets foot on.

This sweetheart loves giving- like, loooves it, but it takes him a hot minute to get to it unless you’re the type to instruct him to do so- he can get a little nervous, and is always keen to impress, so reassurance is always helpful.

However, as soon as you make it clear that you want him to go down on you, he’s all “can't wait to taste you” right up to the second his lips are latching onto your clit. From here-on-out, he's enraptured.

He loves the intimacy of it all, and he shows it. Despite the fact that he’s doing all sorts of unholy things to you with his mouth, his hands love to wander; thumbs stroking your hips and the tops of your thighs, fingers sometimes lacing with yours if they meet at the right time. He adores it when you tell him how good he’s doing, and as your mewls and sighs progress into more languid moans, and your nails dig into him a little harder, he swears it makes him feel almost as good as being inside you altogether.

Pull👏🏼Nathan’s👏🏼hair. He loves when you get a little rough with him, and hair pulling is a huuuuge turn on. He definitely didn’t tell you this with words, but one accidental tug that you thought was a little too rough once resulted in a groan that let you know it was imperative you do it again.

Similarly to his brother, Nate enjoys a bit of edging when he’s erring just on the right side of cocky. Eating pussy is a strong contender for his favourite type of foreplay, and if he can get you just that little bit frustrated, he knows he’s in for the ride of his life when you’ve had enough. He only gets hornier the more he riles you up, solely based on his knowledge that you're not afraid to reprimand him.

In terms of position, he loves kneeling while you open up at the edge of the bed (or any surface for that matter), so you’re able to look down at him while you comb your fingers through his hair, muttering about how good he is and how amazing his mouth feels. He wants to see how good of a job he's doing, so will take multiple glances up at you through his lashes to watch how he's making you feel.

Encourage and praise him if you want to be rewarded with some extra stimulation; a simple “doing so good for me, babyboy” will send him humming gratified groans right into you.

If he’s feeling particularly submissive, he’ll beg for you to sit on his face. He’s obsessed with the feeling of you grinding yourself onto him as he laps you up like his life depends on it….just don't be surprised if he cums before you get a chance to return the favour.

Receiving

Nate definitely isn’t opposed to the idea of receiving, but is very intent on assuring you that you really don’t have to if you don’t want to - in saying that, he’s equally as quick to shut his mouth the moment you drop on your knees for him. If it makes you happy, he wants nothing more.

Wake him up with a blowjob, and he'll be putty in your hands for the rest of the day. Though he'll be in full admiration of you regardless of when you go down on him.

Will delicately brace a hand behind your head during, but wouldn't ever think about moving it in any way- he'll play with the hairs on the nape of your neck to give himself something to distract him from finishing too soon, so he's not nervously clutching onto whatever's nearby.

If he's not doing that, he's cupping your jaw, swiping up the stray spit that escapes the corners of your lips- he probably thinks it's helping you out somehow...it's not, but it's cute nonetheless.

Loves watching you- partially because he wants to make sure you're genuinely enjoying yourself, but mostly because he can't deny how good you look with his cock in your mouth, glint in your eye as you look up at him through your lashes.

BIG blusher, and actually pretty noisy. He gets so whiney the closer he gets to finishing, despite his attempts to keep any sounds held at the back of his throat- his hands can often be found searching feverishly for something to grip onto as he twitches on your tongue.

Nate definitely likes it when you deepthroat him, however, he hasn't once tried to force it out of you, and he prefers it if you take your time. If you gag, he's gonna panic and will probably pull away from you to ensure you're okay- He'll probably be too concerned to let you carry on, which can get annoying when all you want to do is go ham on his cock, but you can't deny it's sweet and endearing that he's thoughtful enough to check up on you.

Sometimes, however, you just have to shut him up by sitting on his face whilst you continue, just to keep his mouth occupied. Every cloud, eh?

Tie him tf up if you really want to see a man flustered- he wants it, but just won't ask. If you're not planning on making him finish with oral alone, use this as an opportunity to edge him to oblivion before you fuck him <3.

Will always always warn you when he's about to cum. He doesn't want to catch you by surprise, and wants to make sure you're not about to get caught off guard.

He'll want to jerk himself into your mouth if he's held himself together enough to do so- not only does he love the expectant grin and slight vulnerability on your face as you part your lips and stick out your tongue for him, but he wants to prove to you that he's capable of having a little control over his own pleasure. He's definitely missed before though, because he can't keep his eyes open, and on more than one occasion there's been an emergency dash to pick up some eyedrops from the chemist.

Will be all blushy and giggly and cute as he wipes your face clean, never failing to remind you how much he thinks the world of you, thanking you time and time again til he's ready for round two.

Me:

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