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Just You.

Word Count: 7.6k

Category: Fluff & Angst

Warning: Shia Labeouf being a jerk, swear words

Summary: 13 years apart, Chris and Y/N are everyone’s favorite couple until Y/N stars alongside Harry Styles in Don’t Worry Darling and Chris gets insecure over how good they look together.

“Hi:) idk if you’re taking requests for fics but can you do one where it’s like angst/ hurt? / fluff where actor! reader good friends with harry especially after like filming don’t worry darling. Then at the premiere reader end Chris show up and then Chris is like kinda hurt? or feels some type of way that the reader is Harry’s age bc he sees how close they are but then doesn’t realize Harry’s already dating Olivia who is around Chris’ age. Idk if this makes sense lol thank you if you do this! Have a good day!”

A/N: reader is 27 here, and so, very much adult. i was comfortable enough with this age gap because it didn’t feel wrong and i never want to romanticize 40-year-olds being with 20-year-olds.

“A child prodigy” is what countless articles have called you ever since you were a kid.

You were a dramatic child, not in the sense that you’d cry and whine, but you knew how to act. Your parents would go as far as to say you knew how to act since you were an infant-- “You always pretended to sleep then open one eye and laugh!” They’d say.

The school’s drama class was your second home, so much that by the time you graduated, you had played roles of almost every age group; a toddler, a middle-schooler, a teen, a grumpy principal, a strict mother, the list was full.

You were talented and lucky enough to get cast in a movie when you were only 11, and that was when your life changed.

Awards lined up your home, from New Star of the Year to Best Actress, sure, but so did picture frames of those you cared about.

Being in the entertainment industry meant a ton of connections of all positions and backgrounds, but it also meant that the people you trusted and genuinely enjoyed being around were very few, and always ones you appreciated to no end.

While you were a successful actress with a strong fanbase, you were also deemed as “the most uncelebrity celebrity” as your fans liked to call you. You were natural--a trait that was praised by the audience and sometimes frowned upon by some critics, but nonetheless, you embraced it.

You had family and friends who helped keep you sane and grounded, and treated you like no actress, but just someone with an interesting job.

It was what drew Chris into you.

Chris was known for being lovable; a man whose name could get mentioned among a group of people and you’d almost never find anyone badmouth him or call him out for being a jerk. He was an absolute goofball who also happened to work an interesting job.

You had met through Lizzie Olsen, who had decided to play matchmaker and managed to make it work, because there you were, having been in a relationship for a year and a half.

“Chris, I’m home!” You alerted as you took off your shoes before locking the door behind you, tired from the long day but excited to finally end the day with your boyfriend who told you he’d wait for you at your house, water your plants, and stay over.

The last part was unnecessary to mention because you and Chris practically lived together, you just haven’t made it official yet but at that point, you weren’t sure you needed to.

“In the kitchen!”

And it made sense because you could be nose-less, and you’d still be able to smell the amazing aroma of whatever food was being made.

Despite the smell, you were confused because you knew Chris couldn’t cook anything other than pesto eggs.

But there he stood, a towel draped over his shoulder as he faced the stove, stirring whatever it was in the pot.

“There’s no way you’re cooking,” you joked, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“Not exactly,” he admitted with a smile, turning to peck your lips, “Got some groceries,” he pecked your lips again, “And Sadie promised to help me if I helped fix her TV remote,” another peck, “Apparently, you can be a real ass hero to 75-year-old grandma neighbors if you change their remote batteries.”

“You didn’t,” you giggled, “Bless her.”

Chris hummed, “She just helped me with the sauce. I boiled the pasta myself.”

“My hero,” you breathed out, smiling when Chris laughed.

“Should be over in a minute. Think you can eat then take a shower? Don’t want it to get cold.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you nodded, “Let me just go wash my hands.”

Soon enough, you and Chris were sitting side-by-side at the kitchen table.

You looked at the plate of creamy tomato pasta with a fried chicken breast on the side before pouting, leaning into Chris, “Thank you for this.”

Chris resorted to kissing your head before wrapping one arm around you, squeezing you into a side hug, “Now tell me about your day.”

You chewed before turning in your seat to look at him, “So you know how I was meeting up with Olivia? Olivia Wilde?” You asked, Chriss nodding, “She’s directing a new movie and she wants me as the female lead.”

Chris’s eyebrows went up, “You love being in movies with female directors.”

“I do,” you grinned before taking a bite of your food, chewing and swallowing, then going on, “She told me about it and gave me the script. It’s called Don’t Worry Darling,” you said, “And guess what?”

“What, baby?”

“Psychological thriller.”

“Shit, no way?” Chris grinned, “What did you say?”

“Well of course, in my head, I was like, ‘yes, yes, yes!’ but I felt like I needed to take some time, you know?” You asked him, “To read the script, see if I’m actually fit to play the character.”

“That’s good. You did the right thing, but,” he held up a finger, “You’re someone who can play any character.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“No, seriously!” He chuckled, “I’m not bullshitting you right now, I mean it. So it’s not about seeing if you fit the character, it’s about if you like the character enough to want to do it.”

“Whatever you say,” you joked, but smiled as your heart fluttered at his words, “I’ll read it tomorrow though. I think I just want to cuddle tonight.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

You had an amazing team; something that was hard to have in the industry. They were supportive, accepting, and understanding of your choices and needs, but something about having Chris to confide in and talk to was different.

Chris wasn’t just a supportive boyfriend; he was a man who’d choose to clap from the sidelines as you basked in all the spotlight. He loved showing you off, praising you for your work, and he loved bragging about how good you were at what you did anywhere he went.

The online world called him a lot of things, “simp” and “fanboy” being two of them and that man wore them like a damn sash across his chest.

The following day, you lied on the couch, head resting against your fluffy cushion, your feet resting in Chris’s lap as he had a Zoom meeting for ASP, and you reading the script Olivia had given you.

It was an interesting plot to say the least, and you loved working on projects that exciting. While you didn’t know who could play Jack, the male lead and husband in the movie, your eagerness to star in the movie had you wishing it was someone you could have great on-screen chemistry with.

A squeeze to your foot snapped you away from the script, looking at Chris who nodded at his screen, “Thank you so much for the talk,” he smiled, “It was a pleasure. You, too. Have a great night. Bye.”

You put the script down on your stomach, looking at him as he clicked on his laptop before shutting the lid and putting it on the coffee table. He turned to you, and in one second, Chris lied on top of you, making you shriek out and laugh.

“I don’t think I can breathe.”

Chris giggled, peppering soft kisses to your collarbone before shifting so he was lying on his side and squeezing you, his arm wrapped around you, “Are you done?”

“Almost,” you carefully held the script so it didn’t get crumpled before turning on your side to face him, “Did you have a nice meeting?”

He hummed, leaning forward to nuzzle his head in your neck, “It was fruitful.”

“Fruitful,” you repeated, “That’s something a history teacher would say.”

You squealed when he gnawed on your neck, both of you laughing at each other. “Don’t mock me because I’m 40.”

“I never did. But if you say ‘fruitful’ again, you have yourself to blame.”

“Fine, fine,” he jokingly rolled his eyes, “What do cool kids say these days?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you giggled, “I can’t believe we’re that millennial couple people make fun of online.”

“People love us,” he smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your nose, “People love you.”

You hummed, “You should see what they post about you on TikTok,” you scrunched your nose, “I don’t think you realize the kind of power you have over all these people.”

Chris bashfully chuckled, his hand beginning to softly caress you, “How’s the script?”

“I made up my mind,” you said, “I’ll take it.”

Olivia was ecstatic when she heard back from you, and it didn’t take long before the entire cast was set.

Your on-screen husband was none other than Shia LaBeuof. You hadn’t known Shia before meeting him for a meeting, but you knew he was an exceptional actor, despite the questionable reputation.

“No, that doesn’t work with me,” Shia said as you all were gathered in a meeting to decide on when exactly to start filming, “I can’t start for another 2 months.”

“Oh,” Olivia frowned, “Why?”

“I have a trip planned,” he said before looking at you, “You can start filming your bit.”

He was nonchalant, almost like he would rather be doing anything else other than this movie and being in the same room as the rest of you.

You had stayed quiet, trying to maintain your peace as Olivia handled it, but he was only being more and more difficult to deal with.

“Y/N could literally just film-”

“How am I supposed to get into character of being a wife when I don’t feel like I have a husband?” You cut him off.

Shia stayed quiet for a moment before leaning back in his seat, “It’s called acting. Thought you’d know more about it.”

Your frown deepened and you opened your mouth to reply, but Olivia’s hand was on your arm in a second, “How about we end this meeting? I’ll email you, Shia.”

That was what it took for Shia to put on his sunglasses and leave the room with a “see you!”

You gave Olivia a look, to which she sighed at, “I know.”

“If I didn’t trust you, I would’ve seriously done something about that attitude of his,” you said.

“He’s been like that with everyone,” she groaned, “I’ve received so many complaints.”

“Look,” you sighed, leaning forward, “It’s your movie. You get to decide if that’s someone who can make your vision come to life or not. I’m willing to stick because I trust you, and I love the plot. Just,” you paused, “Maybe have him meditate or something.”

But that wasn’t at all what you told Chris when you went home.

“He’s a prick!” You exclaimed, “I don’t want to kiss that!”

Chris cringed, but he let you rant as much as you wanted that night.

“Harry Styles?” You repeated through the phone, “Harry Styles? The singer?”

“He does a lot of things,” Olivia said, “He starred in Nolan’s movie, Dunkirk.”

“Nolan?” You gasped, “Wow, I didn’t expect that.”

“He’s very nice,” she said, “Incredibly nice. He said he was a huge fan of yours, watched all your movies.”

“Wow, that’s a stroke to my ego,” you giggled, “I think people will eat that up. My young cousin can pass out if I told her I’ll do as much as breathe the same air as him.”

Olivia chuckled, “He’s a really good actor, you’ll be surprised. And you two will look great together, I think your chemistry would be great.”

“You’re the boss,” you teased her before you felt someone tap your shoulder, making you turn to face two girls who looked like they were so nervous they could pass out. You instantly grinned behind your mask before raising a finger, “Hey, Liv, I have to go now but text or email me, okay?”

“Alright. See you later.”

“See you, bye!” You hung up before giving your attention to the girls, “Hi, how are you?”

“Oh my God,” one of them breathed out, “We just wanted to tell you that we love you so much.”

“You’re an idol to us, you literally saved my life,” the other said.

Your eyes couldn’t not get tearful, “I wish I could hug you right now,” you said, “I hate this pandemic, but I love you, too, so much. Thank you so much.”

“We also love you and Chris together,”

“Yeah, you’re literally the cutest couple.”

“Oh, thanks!” You laughed quietly, “I’ll make sure to tell him that. What are your names?”

“I’m Alyssa, this is Sierrah.”

“I’ll tell him Alyssa and Sierrah think we’re cute,” you said, “That’ll make him feel too good about himself,” you joked before they laughed.

Your phone began ringing, you glancing quickly at it, “Speak of the devil,” you joked as you declined his call, “Do you want a picture?”

The two girls stood in front of you, maintaining distance as you stood behind them with one of your hands thrown up in a peace sign.

After exchanging goodbyes, you were quick to call Chris back.

“You’ll never guess who will play Jack.”

It took two weeks for the media to know about Don’t Worry Darling’s cast.

It took two weeks for the media to already think of theories.

It took two weeks for the media to start shipping the two leads of the movie--you and Harry.

You knew how it was. You were no stranger to getting shipped with so many people, or even the absolutely crazy fan theories that would suggest that you were in fact in a relationship with whoever they decided it was you were seeing, despite you and Chris being public.

Chris wasn’t overprotective nor was he someone who easily got bothered by any stirred-up drama and rumors over you, and maybe it was because Chris himself was always caught up in the same fishnet with so many celebrities.

He’d laugh at it with you if the rumors ever came up.

“I can’t believe you’re cheating on me,” he’d say as he pretended to sniffle and sob, “What happened to our son?”

You appreciated it, and you appreciated it even more because none of your past partners were understanding of this sort of rumors and drama.

You were on Twitter when you saw how ironic it was. There, was a thread of pictures of you and Harry “being each other.”

A picture of you meeting fans, your mask on, standing behind them with a peace sign, was placed beside one of Harry’s who posed in the same manner.

A picture of you from the cover of a magazine, sitting on a chair in an all-black outfit, as you didn’t smile at the camera. Harry happened to have a very similar, if not the exact, picture.

A picture of you in heart-shaped sunglasses, arms in the air as you laughed, and another picture of Harry wearing the same pair of sunglasses.

It was a long thread of no less than 14 pairs of pictures.

What was ironic about it was that right above that thread, were pictures of you and Chris with Dodger from the previous day as you were sat at the park; one of the both of you walking as you held hands while Chris held on to Dodger’s leash with the other hand, another one of you mid-throw of Dodger’s frisbee and Chris lying on the grass, and another of the both of you lying on the grass with your arms around each other.

It wasn’t long before you were getting ready to meet up with Olivia, Harry, and some people from the crew.

“You ready?” Chris asked. He was meeting up with his brother, Scott, and told you he’d drop you off and pick you up instead of you driving.

“Yeah,” you replied, tying your shoelaces.

“You found Dodger’s toy,” he smiled, “Saw him sleeping with it,” he pointed back.

“It was in the guest room for some reason,” you told him, “Poor baby went crazy without it.”

Chris hummed, smiling before leaning to press his lips against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you repeated, smiling at him.

The honeymoon phase wasn’t just a phase when you were in love with the right person, and Chris was enough proof for you.

You and Chris never felt the need to fill any silence, it was always relaxing as much as it was bonding, but you were a talkative couple.

So many times, you and Chris would discuss the latest political updates, or that new recipe you saw on Instagram, or even some celebrity gossip that made you laugh or cringe.

There you were, talking about your new project as he drove.

“Olivia keeps telling me that he’s a nice guy,” you said, talking about Harry Styles, “And Chris Pine, when I saw him the other night. He told me he met him.”

“I think I’ve seen people online talk about him,” he said, “He has this slogan; treat people with something.”

“Kindness,” you giggled.

“Kindness,” he smiled, “Sounds nice.”

You hummed, “He’s the only one I don’t know in the cast. I feel comfortable with the fact that I already know all these people I’ll be working with.”

“I’m happy for you, baby,” he reached to squeeze your thigh, leaving his hand there.

Soon enough, you arrived and you were unbuckling your seatbelt, getting ready to get out, “Want to come say hi to Pine? He asked about you.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Chris nodded, unbuckled his seatbelt.

You both wore your masks before meeting at the front of the car, you reaching to hold his hand before you walked towards the café where everyone was meeting.

“Y/N! Here!”

You spotted the group at an outdoor table, smiling behind your mask as you and Chris walked towards them.

“Blue eyes!” Chris greeted Chris Pine as the both of them laughed.

Harry stood, hands clasped as he seemed to be smiling from behind his mask before reaching out to shake your hand, “Hi, I’m Harry.”

“Y/N,” you eagerly shook his hand, “Big fan of your music. You have a good amount of songs in mine and Chris’s roadtrip playlist,” you chuckled as you touched Chris’s arm.

“Hey,” Chris smiled, shaking Harry’s hand, “It’s true.”

“It’s a pleasure, thank you so much.” Harry politely replied.

Chris’s hand touched your back, “I’ll head out now, baby,” he said quietly.

You nodded, taking a few steps away from the group, “I think I’ll be done in like, two hours. Will that be okay with you?”

“Yeah, baby, just call me,” he rubbed your back before taking off his mask and moving yours to place a kiss to your lips, “He has an accent.”

“Who?”

“Him,” he smiled, “Harry.”

You giggled, “He’s English after all.”

“You’ve always said you love my Boston accent, you better not switch to English, now.”

“No promises,” you teased him, “I love you. Drive safely, yeah?”

“Will do, baby. I love you.”

‘Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles getting along with the rest of the Don’t Worry Darling cast!’

‘Filming for DWD hasn’t even begun and we’re already swooning over Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles being a married couple!’

‘The hottest A-List, fan-favorite celebrities are starring together as a married couple: everything we know about Olivia Wilde’s Don’t Worry Darling so far.’

The media was eating up the cast, to say the least.

You were a sought-after actress whose work never flopped, dating an iconic actor whose work was considered a national treasure, and starring with someone who has been admired since he was 16; people were eager.

When you began filming, and pap candid photos were released, it was trending—along with Harry’s sweatpants.

Harry was as lovely as his reputation.

You were quick to become friends; laughing, joking, and teasing each other like a couple of friends who met years ago.

The teasing was about everything and anything, but the most you teased him about was his blossoming relationship with Olivia.

“So?” You elbowed him one day as you both stood in your costumes; him in a brown suit and you in a blue flowy dress, “Will I be getting free tickets to any show of yours in the future?”

“What? You can’t afford it?” Harry joked.

“I like free stuff.”

He laughed, “I’ll make sure to send you a ticket.”

“Make them three.”

“Get in spot!” Olivia called out.

You both walked inside the house and by the opened door.

“Get set!”

Chris approached the set, making sure to stay quiet as his eyes fell on you, a smile already on his face behind his mask. You looked beautiful.

“Action!”

You and Harry—Alice and Jack—walked outside the house, Harry’s strides being quick before you called for him, making him turn and approach you quickly before you recited your lines.

Harry—Jack—leaned down and pecked your lips before turning and walking to the vintage car, you slowly walking behind him as you watched him turn on the car and back out of the driveway.

“Cut! One more time, guys!”

Your eyes went to Olivia, only to fall on Chris who stood behind her.

You grinned, holding your hand up to eagerly wave at him and watched him as he waved back.

After two times of filming that scene, you were free for a 15-minute break, and were quick to approach Chris and hug him.

“Hi,” you muffled against his chest, “I missed you.”

Since filming started, you were seeing Chris less; you had to get up too early and leave too late, and between your work and Chris’s, you were lucky enough to squeeze in a good face-to-face conversation and not through your frequent phone calls and texting.

“I missed you, too,” he replied, “Are you almost done?”

You nodded, “Just one more scene.”

“Think we can grab something to eat after that?”

“Aw, baby,” you looked up, “I promised Harry and Olivia to go back to Harry’s and get sushi,”

“Oh,” his eyebrows were raised, “It’s okay.”

“I’ll ask them if you can tag along, I-”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “You have fun with your friends.”

“No, it’s okay, I can just reschedule.”

“Baby,” Chris enunciated, “I’ll be home and I’ll be waiting for you. You have fun, yeah?”

Chris used Twitter a lot.

It was mostly for politics and activism, but every once in a while, he caught the memes and fan culture.

And right there and then as he scrolled through it after being done with yet another meeting for ASP, it was one of those days.

Hundreds of tweets about you and Harry’s short kiss stared back at him after a fan had posted a low-quality video of it, and hundreds of memes.

Normally, Chris would pay no mind to it; another day, another tweet about you.

But there were certain tweets that did it for him;

“I love Chris Evans but I support Y/N being with Harry because of their age.”

“Sure Y/N and Chris look hot together but something about vintage!y/n and vintage!harry kissing makes me wish they can just date. bonus point: same age”

“Y/N Y/L/N: 26 years. Harry Styles: 26 years. Chris Evans: 39 years. Now I’m not saying Y/N and Harry should date but…it makes more sense.”

He didn’t like it, despite the fact that he was no stranger to the age-gap-mentioning tweets and talk. You were 13 years apart, and Chris was reluctant about that fact when he first saw you, but you weren’t a kid.

You weren’t young. You were old enough to make decisions and old enough to be in a relationship while not only using your heart, but your mind as well.

Chris wasn’t a manipulator nor was he someone who used people, let alone someone he had feelings for.

It took you both one actual, deep talk one night two years ago for Chris to feel okay and make sure that you were comfortable with the age difference.

He knew that not a lot of people saw that, and he heard a fair share of “the age difference is too much” but it was your relationship, and only you could decide.

But knowing that people were shipping you with your co-star for being the same age gave Chris a bitter taste, and it didn’t help that people were praising the chemistry you seemed to have with Harry.

He swallowed it. He put the thought into a bubble and he imagined it fly away.

But the bubble never popped.

Filming was wrapped up, and while you enjoyed every minute of it, you were ready to stay at home more, despite knowing that you’d be itching for a new project soon and knowing that it’d only take you a week before you were reading new scripts and auditioning for new roles.

“Hey,” you groggily said as you woke up, a smile making its way to your face as you squinted before opening your eyes, looking up at Chris whose arms were wrapped around you.

“Hey,” he replied, “Good sleep?”

You hummed, “And much needed. You, too?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, one hand reaching to softly graze your cheek with the back of his knuckles, “What do you want to do today?”

You shifted, inching closer to him before pressing your face to his chest, “Can we just stay home? Do absolutely nothing?”

“Yeah, we can d-”

Chris was cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

“Did you order anything online again?” He asked.

You giggled, “No. I didn’t.”

He chuckled before getting out of the bed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair as his feet padded on the floor, out the room, down the stairs, and towards the door.

Chris opened the door, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before they were raised.

“Good morning,” the courier said, “Delivery for Y/N Y/L/N.”

Chris took the large arrangement of flowers, glancing at the note attached, “Thank you. Do I need to sign anything?”

“No, it’s alright. Thank you.”

“Have a nice day, man,” Chris said before walking inside and shutting the door.

‘Y/N/N,

Thank you for everything!

Love, H’

“Who is it?!” Chris heard you call out.

He went up the stairs and to your room, watching as you tilted your head in confusion, “Some H sent you flowers.”

“H?” You sat up, taking the flowers from him and looking at them before cooing, “It’s Harry. That’s so nice of him.”

Chris didn’t reply nor did he get in bed again, only walked to the bathroom.

When he walked out, he was greeted with you laughing at your phone as you FaceTimed someone.

“No seriously, thank you for the flowers,” you smiled, “You should be receiving my gift tomorrow.”

Why would you get Harry a gift? Chris thought.

“You’re too kind,” he heard Harry reply, “Thanks for helping me choose an outfit. My mind went blank.”

“No problem, H. Have fun, and tell me all about it!”

“Will do, love. Thank you. Talk to you later.”

“Later. Bye!”

Chris took a harsh breath in after grabbing his phone and as he was about to walk out the room and to the kitchen.

“Hey, you,” you called him, “Come back to bed.”

He looked at you, staying quiet for a moment before scratching his jaw awkwardly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, “I’ll be in the kitchen,” and he was quick to leave.

It took you 10 minutes to join him after going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and freshen up.

Chris sat at the table, eating cereal as he scrolled through his phone.

You warily eyed him before approaching him, putting one hand in his hair and scratching his scalp, “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Chris chewed slowly then swallowed before putting his phone down. He took a deep breath in before sighing, “It’s a little weird that he’d send you flowers.”

“Why?” You asked, moving your hand away from his hair, “He sent flowers to everyone.”

“He asks everyone to help him choose an outfit? Calls everyone ‘love’?” He looked up at you.

You stared at him, a smirk starting to take place on your face, “Are you jealous?”

“Y/N, I’m being serious.”

His tone surprised you, and it caused the smirk on your face to falter.

“He actually calls everyone ‘love’,” you said, “And we’re friends.”

“I never said you weren’t,” he said, “You’re just,” Chris paused, looking back at his bowl of cereal, “Too friendly.”

“Oh my God,” you chuckled, “There’s no way you’re thinking like that,” you shook your head, “He’s literally just being nice. It’s how he is.”

He stayed silent.

“You met him, Chris. You know how he’s like,” you sat beside him, “Hell, you even said he seemed like one of the kindest people you’ve met.”

“I’m not saying he’s an asshole,” he said quickly, looking at you, “But what am I supposed to think when he’s delivering you flowers, getting you coffee on set, picking you up when you were too lazy to drive and I was busy?”

“You’re not supposed to be thinking anything,” you frowned, “It’s nothing special. He’s just being a decent person and I already told you he does this stuff to everyone. It’s not like he got coffee for just me, he got coffee for the entire cast.”

Again, Chris stayed silent, only this time, it was because he began to feel stupid.

“Whatever, Chris. I’m done justifying and repeating myself.” You stood up, “Come find me after you think about what I said,” and walked out of the kitchen and up to your room.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, leaning back in his seat.

It didn’t take Chris long before he was on his feet and going to you.

Yes, he was jealous. No, he didn’t need to be.

It was true; Chris got to meet and hang out with the cast, and he got along with Harry, enough to tell you that he seemed like a kind and cool guy as you drove home.

At that time, even Chris wasn’t sure what made him act up, but he knew he was being stupid.

He knocked on the door before slowly opening it, peaking inside to find you in bed, scrolling through your phone as you were cocooned in a ball. “Can I come in?”

You glanced at him before looking back at your phone, “Yeah.”

He went inside before gently sitting on the bed and approaching you. Chris propped himself up on his elbow as he lied down behind you, his hand reaching to softly rub your arm. “I’m sorry.”

You stayed quiet for a moment before you let down your phone and turned to look at him, waiting for him to say more.

“I was being jealous,” he admitted, “And I’m sorry.”

“You realize that Harry’s not doing anything special?”

“I do now,” he nodded, “We should’ve talked about it instead of me getting mad.”

You nodded.

Chris leaned down, softly pecking your lips, “I’m sorry,” another peck, “That was a shitty thing to do.”

You scooted closer to him, reaching to gently cup his face, “It’s okay,” you kissed him, “Thank you for taking the time to understand on your own.”

And that was the last time you talked about it.

For a year and a half.

With the pandemic, schedules, release dates, and announcements weren’t finalized, and with the uncertainty of things, so many dates were postponed, until the release date of Don’t Worry Darling was finally set and released.

September of 2022.

That year was packed for you and Chris; you with Don’t Worry Darling and two more projects you had finished throughout the year, and Chris with the animated movie, Lightyear.

At some point, you, Chris, and your young cousin had seen Harry on his tour--a night that was absolutely wild from start to finish; Harry was a true performer, and fans were chaotic when they knew Y/N Y/L/N and Chris Evans were at the show.

With that came some tweets that jabbed at the age difference, but Chris, again, decided to not pay mind to them and imagined the same damn bubble float away.

It seemed like the moment another year began, you and Chris were destined to be as busy as ever.

You were his date for the premiere of Lightyear, and you still stood by his side for the premiere of The Gray Man, and then you seemed to be talking to each other through screens more than you did face-to-face.

Soon enough, Don’t Worry Darling’s first-showing premiere came, and with it came the tiring days of press.

You were sat beside Harry at the theatre among press and fans, your phone dimmed as you frantically texted Chris.

‘i hate seeing myself on screen’

‘I’m so nervous’

‘What if i was complete trash’

‘Oh shit it’s starting’

‘Noooo even my voice is making me cringe who do i think i am’

Chris was busy, but he still managed to make you smile with just a few words:

‘You’re a fucking legend.’

The media was quick--Chris knew that. It was why as he sat in a meeting room with his publicist and team discussing plans, he was on his phone to catch the reactions of the first, general premiere of your movie.

The grin on his face was unmatched as he scrolled through Twitter, watching a short video of you being given a standing ovation and you laughing as you wiped your eyes.

@randomuser:

'SOMEONE JUST SCREAMED “KISS” AT Y/N AND HARRY WHEN THEY WERE TALKING'

Attached to the tweet was a video.

You were standing between Harry and Olivia, holding a microphone as you talked, “And I want to thank Harry for being-”

“Kiss!” A fan screamed.

You had paused in shock before, looking around the room, “Anyway,”

Chris knew that movie had a lot of kissing. Hell, it had more than that. He knew it had a sex scene between you and Harry, and he even saw the teaser they had released of the movie, it including a second-long scene of you and Harry making out.

It was work--a job. Chris was an actor himself, so nobody else could understand better than he did, but he’d be lying to say he was all that pleased with how that seemed to only make people think that you and Harry should get together in real life.

He sent you a text, closed Twitter, locked his phone, and he swallowed it. Again.

‘I’m so fucking proud of you. I love you so much’

Red carpets were nerve-wracking. It didn’t matter how many times you had to walk on those, it still made you nervous; only that day, you were at least assured with the fact that you had Chris by your side.

You and Chris were matching, and it didn’t matter how cliche that was, it always made you excited.

The car you were in stopped, and you took a breath in before looking at Chris.

“You okay, baby?” He asked quietly, leaning his forehead on yours before softly kissing the corner of your mouth, “You okay?”

“I’m so nervous,” you admitted shakily.

“That’s okay,” he nodded, “It’s natural,” he kissed your cheek before looking at you, “I’m right here, yeah? You’re doing so well, baby.”

You nodded, looking at him.

“Yeah?” He smiled, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” you repeated, “So much.”

“Are you ready?”

You nodded, and in a moment, the door was opened and Chris was helping you out.

Screams and flashes erupted like wildfire; your name was shouted in different pitches, camera shutters sounding everywhere.

Chris rested his hand on your back, looking at you to make sure you were okay before softly pressing a kiss to your temple before the both of you started to move along the carpet to have your pictures taken.

You had to smile and pose for everyone, but whenever it got too overwhelming or bright, you turned to look at Chris, whom you’d instantly find was already looking at you.

Soon enough, you had taken your solo shots and shots with the cast before meeting back with Chris, your arm instantly reaching to hold him.

“Press!” Someone pointed at you then towards the interviewers, letting you know that you had to talk to a few before heading inside.

Chris’s arm was around you as you both walked towards an interviewer on the side.

“Y/N! Chris! You both look amazing!”

“Thank you,” you grinned, looking down at yourself, “So do you!”

“Thank you.” Chris politely and excitedly replied.

“It’s been a busy year for the both of you, hasn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” you laughed, looking up at Chris.

“Definitely,” he nodded as he chuckled, “What is sleep at this point?”

“But it’s been successful,” the interview said, “How do you feel about Don’t Worry Darling?”

“I’m very excited to watch it,” Chris answered, “The cast is absolutely great, Y/N is phenomenal.”

“Oh, stop it.” You jokingly shrugged, grinning when they laughed.

You were interviewed a few times before you and Harry were being interviewed together, the fans screaming behind the interviewer at the sight of the both of you.

“How do you feel about the fans shipping you two together?”

You laughed, Harry stifling his before scratching his nose. “You know I have a boyfriend, right?” You jokingly asked the interviewer.

“But the fans are dying for it. We have so many tweets about it,” they said, “One says that they want you and Harry together, and Olivia Wilde and Chris Evans together because of the age.”

You were always stunned at the bluntness of the press, and more often than not, you felt second-hand embarrassment for them.

“Oh, I hope no one is really dying,” Harry said, looking at you, “That would be terrible.”

“Right?” You asked, “Unless you think dying from how great the film is, then yes, we can talk.”

While you and Harry dodged every question that hinted at the both of you getting together, Chris wasn’t expecting to be asked about it as he was interviewed.

“Are you aware of what the internet is saying about Y/N and Harry Styles?”

“Well, I wish all good things,” Chris laughed, “They gave their all in this movie.”

“Yeah, but people are saying they are secretly together. How do you feel about that?”

Chris rolled his eyes with a chuckle, “Dammit, why didn’t I know?” He joked.

The interviewer laughed, “How does it feel to have your girlfriend star along someone the public considers a sex icon? Especially someone who’s her age.”

That was the final jab.

Chris forced a smile as he looked around uncomfortably before replying, “Y/N is an amazing actress, and Harry’s a great actor, and I believe they fit the vision Olivia Wilde had for the movie. Thank you.”

Chris was quick to move along, looking at you as you and Harry laughed with linked arms.

It was a fulfilling night that filled you with contentment to the brim.

You were showered with enough praise and appreciation to last you a few good years, and it made you giggly as if you were drunk.

An afterparty was in favor, and although you were sleepy, you promised to show up with Chris for an hour or two before going back home.

Your head was on Chris’s shoulder, holding onto his arm with your eyes closed. “Thank you for being here.”

You expected Chris to reply in any way; if not verbal, then a kiss would have sufficed, but Chris stayed quiet and it took you a moment to realize how tense his arm was.

You looked at him, finding him staring out of the window with his elbow perched up under it, hand on his chin, and in thought.

“Earth to,” you joked, touching his face and watching him look at you. Normally, he would have smiled, chuckled, or laughed--he would’ve done anything but give you that look he gave you.

It was as if he was trying to tell you a million things he didn’t know how to say, eyes staring at yours and letting you know he had something on his mind.

Your smile faltered, “What’s that look? What’s wrong?”

He only looked at you for a moment before looking towards the driver, “Can we stop the car for a moment?”

You were confused to say the least.

You felt the car stop at the side of the road before Chris got out. You turned around, watching him unbutton his blazer before unbuttoning a button from his shirt, too.

You got out, slowly approaching him, “Are you okay? Are you having a pa-”

“We need to talk.”

You instantly closed your mouth and only stared at him in surprise.

You watched Chris begin to pace for a few seconds with his hands on his hips, looking down and in thought, before he looked at you while keeping distance.

“Do you want to break up with me?” He asked.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Do you,” he took a breath in, “Do you want to be with me, Y/N?”

“What the fuck?”

“Answer me, Y/N.”

“Yes, I want to be with you, where is this coming from?” You asked.

“Why me?” He asked, not answering you, “Why do you want to be with me, Y/N?”

“Chris, you’re making me worried.”

He sighed, taking a step closer to you, “I’m 13 years older than you.”

You frowned, “And?”

“And there are a million of people out there who aren’t,” he reached his arm out, “You can literally be with Harry and it’d make everyone happy.”

“Is this about-Chris, what? Why is this about Harry? What is going on?”

“I’m fucking 13 years older than you, Y/N!” He shouted, “And I’m reminded of it every single fucking day and of how good and appropriate it is to be with another man who isn’t me!”

You stayed quiet, too stunned to utter a word.

“Watching you on screen with someone your own age made me think of how-” he stopped.

“How what?” You were getting angry as you asked, “How what, Chris?”

“How wrong it feels for you to be with someone that many years older.”

“Or how wrong it feels for you to be with someone younger,” you said, “How you think us being together is wrong,” you shook your head, “How wrong two fucking adults can be together.”

“You can be with someone your age.”

“Can you stop treating me as if I’m some fucking child?!” You shouted, “What the fuck is this about? Are you trying to break up with me?”

“No,” he instantly said, his shoulder slumping, “I just don’t understand how you can be around someone as fucking perfect as Harry is, and get to see how everyone wants you together, and still choose to be with me.”

“Because I love you,” you said, stepping closer, “I love you, not him, and not any other person. I don’t give a single fuck about the age,” your eyes grew tearful, “And it fucking sucks how you think I might be immature or a kid.”

“I don’t think that,” Chris shook his head, “I love you. I love you so much, you’re the most intelligent and most amazing person I know.”

“But?”

“But I’m so fucking insecure, Y/N,” he breathed out, “By how good you looked with him.”

You approached him in quick strides, hands reaching up to cup his face, “Listen to me,” you said quietly, “I love you. Only you. I see how good you look with women your age, how much chemistry you have together, but I never feel like I’m not worthy of you,” you said, “Like we’re not worthy of each other. I’m an adult, Chris, and I can do anything I want, and I want to be with you.”

Chris looked at you, and despite that he was quiet, you knew he was absorbing your words.

“Older, younger, or my age, no one else matters. Just you and me,” you said, “And Harry’s literally in the same situation.”

“How so?”

“Harry and Olivia are together,” you said, “They get shit for it, too, but they’re making it work. Just like us,” you leaned into him, “I don’t give a fuck about what anyone says,” you caressed his cheeks, “Just you.”

“Just me,” Chris breathed out, lips grazing yours, “Just you.”

You nodded, closing the distance to press your lips against his, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeated, “So much.”

“Let’s ditch the party, yeah?” You asked.

“Baby, you’re the lead o-”

“Let me rephrase that,” you pecked his lips, looking at him, “We’re ditching the party.”

#chris evans x reader #harry styles #chris evans x actress!reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans

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Interception

Pairing: Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader

Synopsis: Flash’s pool party turns into a kissing party and Peter fears you’ll kiss someone else

Masterlist

“Hobo. Bride of hobo. Are you coming to my party Friday?” Flash said as he held up a bright orange flyer that had the details of a pool party at his house on it.

“What party?” Peter asked as he shut his locket.

“The party you weren’t invited to. Later suckers.” Flash laughed obnoxiously, flipped you both off, and then ran away. You and Peter looked at each other before shaking your heads in disbelief.

“Wow. I haven’t been called a sucker in…ever.” You realized.

“Me either. I thought it was one of those fake high school experiences that only happens in movies. Like a bully asking for your lunch money or dunking your head in a toilet.” Peter replied.

“Or making a volcano for the science fair.” You added, making Peter smile.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He said as he looked at you fondly for understanding him.

“So what are we gonna do Friday while the rest of our school goes to Flash’s super cool party?” You asked as you threw some books in your locker.

“Oh, we’re hanging out on Friday? I didn’t know that.” Peter blushed at your nonchalant invitation. You’d never hung out just the two of you before and the fact that it seemed like an obvious choice of plans for you made Peter happy.

“Well, duh. Neds definitely gonna be invited ever since him and Flash bonded over getting left behind on the field trip freshman year. We should do something.”

“Just you and me?” Peter asked with a hopeful smile.

“Yeah. It’ll be fun.” You smiled back and wondered if the thought of alone time was as exciting for you as it was for Peter.

“Maybe we can grab some ice cream and then hang out on my roof. It’s pretty nice up there once you scare the bats away.”

“I love that idea. It’s a date.” You replied without thinking. You face dropped when you realized what you called it while Peter turned bright red.

“Or whatever we want to call it.” You quickly added with a forced laugh.

“We can call it a date.” Peter shrugged, taking you by surprise. You smiled at him just as the bell rang.

“Well then it’s a date. Catch you later, P.” You squeezed Peters arm before going to your next class. Peter watched you leave with a dreamy smile on his face. This Friday, you’d finally be going on a date. Whether it was an ice cream date, a friend date, or a date date, he was just happy to be going with you.

The next day, Flash caught up to you on campus and walked with you to your next class.

“Hey, pookie. I would like to formally invite you to my pool party.” Flash said as he held out a flyer for his party.

“Really? What made you change your mind?” You laughed in surprise and took the flyer.

“I realized something and had a change of heart.” He replied.

“Oh yeah? What did you realize?”

“That inviting you gets I mean to see you in a bathing suit.” Flash said, making you laugh in shock.

“Gross. But thanks. For the invite, I mean. Not for the other thing.” You said and shoved the flyer in your backpack.

“You can bring Parker too. Since you two are dating or cousins or whatever.”

“Neither.” You chuckled. “But yeah, I’ll bring him.”

“Perf. See you Friday, my little cinnamon apple.” Flash blew you a kiss and walked away just as Peter approached you.

“What did he want?” Peter faked a laugh and hoped it hid the jealousy he felt when he saw Flash blowing you a kiss.

“Good news. Flash kindly extended the invitation to us.” You said and took the flyer out to show Peter.

“Oh, really? So we can go?” Peter asked and hoped he didn’t sound as disappointed as he felt. He could care less about a stupid party. He just wanted to be with you.

“Yeah. If you want.” You shrugged, also not really wanting to go. Your date with Peter sounded much more appealing.

“Sure. It’ll be fun.” Peter lied through a smile.

“Maybe we can still get ice cream after. Just the two of us.” You suggested, making Peters smile turn genuine.

“Yeah. If the party’s lame, we can just slip out and go on our date.” Peter said just to use the word “date” again. You smiled sheepishly and nodded your head.

“It probably will be lame. We can stay for the food and then have some real fun. Just me and you.”

“Ned will probably want to come with us, though.” Peter realized as his disappointment returned.

“Too bad.” You shrugged. “He can hang with us anytime. But he can’t come on our date.”

Peter grinned as you said everything he hoped you would. Your date was still on the table and he might even get to see you in a bikini before it. That was the only thing making either of you want to go to the party.

When Friday came, there was prep to be done. You and Peter went to your dorms after class and began to prepare for the evening ahead. Peter laid out all his swim trunks before trying them all on to see which one he could best impress you in. Meanwhile, you were looking in your floor length mirror and making an important decision.

“I’m gonna shave my entire body.” You whispered to yourself. When MJ came home from class a little while later, she found you covered neck to toe in shaving cream with a razor in your hand.

“Should I even ask?” She asked when you froze at the sound of her opening the door.

“Pool party.” You told her. “Peters gonna be there. I don’t want him to know I have body hair. He can’t see the hair on my upper thighs. He just can’t, MJ.”

“Every single person literally ever, including Peter, has body hair covering their entire body. He already knows you have hair on your thighs. Everyone does. Why do you have to do all this?” She couldn’t help but laugh as she gestured to your shaving cream covered body.

“Look, you don’t shave your armpits and that’s amazing and more power to you for not caring about society’s expectations for female body hair, but tonight, I do care. I care enough to need Peter to think I’m as sleek and slippery as an exfoliated baby dolphin covered in baby oil.”

“Fine. Give me a razor. I’ll do your back.” MJ sighed and held out her hand. You fist pumped before giving her a spare razor.

Peter was back in his room making sure he looked his best for you. He ended up in navy blue swim trunks and a fitted white T-shirt that you complimented once. He twirled around in front of his mirror and made sure everything looked right. When he was satisfied, he drenched himself in body spray, grabbed a towel, and headed to your dorm.

You rinsed off the shaving cream and put on a perfume that Peter said he liked once before changing into your bathing suit. You put your hair into two braids and threw a big shirt on over it just as Peter came knocking on your door. You gave MJ a look before throwing on a smile and opening the door.

“Hey, P. Oh, I like that shirt.” You complimented him as you leaned against your door.

“Oh, thanks.” Peter blushed even though he only wore that shirt for you. “I, uh, like your hair like that.”

“Thanks. I didn’t want the chlorine to dry it out.” You shrugged and tugged on one of your braids to draw attention to it.

“It’s cute.” Peter said in a weak voice, making your smile.

“Yeah? I’ll have to do it more often then.” You did your best to flirt. Peter laughed shyly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You should. It looks really good on you.” He said without making eye contact. Something was most definitely in the air between you tonight and you both felt it. You touched your braid again not to draw attention to it, but to feel beneath your fingers what Peter was seeing.

“Damn. I thought the awkward friend hook up happens after the party. Should I leave?” MJ said from behind you. You hung your head in shame as Peter turned red.

“We’re leaving. Bye.” You gave her a look as you grabbed your bag and shut the door.

“Use protection! And I don’t mean sunblock.” She called after you from inside your dorm room.

“Oh my God. We need to get out of here.” You laughed in embarrassment and took Peters hand to pull him towards the elevator. Once you were in the elevator, you stood side by side and avoided eye contact since MJ had now made things awkward. You didn’t know how tonight was gonna go, but going to sleep as more than friends with Peter would be nice. Even if all that happened was a kiss, you’d be satisfied.

You and Peters hands bumped a few times as you walked to Flash’s house. You had a feeling in your gut that once you walked into this party, things were going to change. You could only hope they were changing for the better.

“Well look who it is. Frick and Frack. Welcome to my party.” Flash greeted you and Peter as you walked in through his gate. Flash’s house was naturally enormous and his pool looked like a lake. There was a water fall on one end, a diving board, and a tray of drinks going around on an inflatable table. Flash himself was in the tiniest pair of swim trunks you had ever seen. They were golden and had his name stitched across the butt, making you and Peter burst out laughing when you saw it.

“Hey Flash. Thanks for the invite.”

“My pleasure. Or, it will be once you drop that shirt.” Flash winked at you. “Anyways, hope you guys brushed your teeth before this.”

“Why?” You frowned. You had, of course, and so did Peter.

“Because this is a kissing party.” Flash said like it was obvious. Your eyebrows went up and you looked at Peter who was just as confused.

“Sorry, what? What the hell is a kissing party?” You laughed, thinking he was kidding.

“Duh. It’s a party where you kiss as a competition.” Flash rolled his eyes. “The person at the end of the party who kisses the most people wins.”

“Wins what?” Peter wondered.

“The Cuban Rizzle Crisis.” Flash shrugged. “You’re crowned Rizz Khalifa. The Rizzly Bear. You get a degree in Quantum Rizzics. You become the Rizzard of Oz. You star in Harry Potter and the Rizzoner of Azcaban. You feel me?”

There was a long, long silence as you and Peter stared at Flash. Flash’s gaze was piercing as he looked back at the two of you with no shame.

“What?” Peter said finally, making Flash roll his eyes.

“Just kiss as many people as you can and keep count.”

“But can’t multiple people win if they all kiss everyone at the party?” You pointed out.

“Not everyone plays.” Flash shrugged. “Plus, people are always coming and going. There is never a fixed amount of people here. And you can deny a kiss if you think the person is gross.”

“So you probably won’t get any kisses then.” Peter said, making you laugh.

“Suck my balls, Parker.” Flash scoffed before turning to you.

“By the way, cutie pie, that’s an open invitation.” He said with a wink.

“Hard pass.” You replied.

“All right. Let me know if you change your mind, pookie.” He winked at you again and you looked away.

“I won’t. And I don’t think I’m gonna play. I don’t really get down like that.” You told Flash. Peter internally sighed in relief. He had feared that you were gonna play and end up kissing other people while he had to watch. But luckily, you were on the same page.

“Me either.” Peter added. You looked at him in surprise before smiling.

“Fine. You two can just make out in the corner or call your grandma or something.” Flash grumbled.

“Again, not dating and not cousins.” You corrected Flash.

“Whatever. I don’t judge.” Flash held up his hands and walked away. Once you and Peter were alone again, you looked at each other and laughed.

“Kissing party? Come on. That’s not a real thing, is it?” Peter asked you.

“I think he got it from a movie or something. There’s no way people really do this. Imagine the germs. Bleh.” You stuck your tongue out and then pulled your shirt off. Peters whole world stopped as he saw you in a bathing suit for the first time since sixth grade. He didn’t realize how much he was staring until he heard you laugh uncomfortably.

“Peter? Are you still with me?” You asked and waved a hand in front of his face.

“Yeah. Sorry. I thought I saw a bug on your leg.” He lied before tugging his shirt off. You stared at him shamelessly until the shirt was over his head and then pretended you were looking somewhere else. It had slipped your mind that Peter got randomly jacked one day and he had just reminded you with a full view. You’d only ever seen his muscles through his occasional tight shirt but this was much more revealing than that. You snuck one more glance and gulped before throwing on a smile.

“Do you want to get in the water?” You asked. Being in the water mean you wouldn’t have to fight for your life trying not to stare at Peters body for a while.

“Sure.” He smiled and held out his arm. You wrapped your arm around his and walked over to the stairs of the pool.

“Ah it’s…not cold. It’s actually the perfect temperature.” You realized after bracing yourself for the cold pool water.

“Of course he has a heated pool.” Peter grumbled and walked in. You swam over to a spot near some people but also a little isolated. The people behind you were making out and once you both noticed that, you blushed.

“Wow. They’re earning points already.” You chuckled.

“I know. I wonder who’s gonna win.”

“Us. Definitely.” You joked, making Peter laugh.

“Oh, for sure. I’m already making a list in my head of all the people I’m gonna kiss.” He played along.

“Oh yeah? Who’s at the top of the list?” You asked as you swam closer to Peter. Peter looked at your lips and then into your eyes before smiling shyly.

“The list is actually just your name written a hundred times in your handwriting.” Peter joked. You smiled in shock and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Really? Tell me more about that?” You asked. Peter gulped and wasn’t planning on telling you anything. Instead, he’d show you how he felt by finally kissing you.

But before that could happen, Brad Davis swam over and tapped your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/n. I didn’t see you come in.” He smiled.

“Oh, yeah. Peter and I just got here.” You smiled in disappointment and let go of Peter.

“Cool, cool. So, I’m sure Flash told you what kind of party this is.” Brad said, making Peters senses go off. Brad wanted a kiss and as the captain of your schools basketball team, he might get it.

“He sure did. Which is when Peter and I told him we aren’t playing.” You said through a fake laugh to dilute the uncomfortable situation.

“Oh, my bad. I came over here to kiss you but I didn’t realize you guys were dating.” Brad said apologetically. You and Peter exchanged a look and he gulped.

“We’re not dating.” Peter forced a laughed as well.

“Ohhh. Cool. So I can kiss you?” Brad asked and moved closer. Peter felt white hot jealousy in his veins and looked at you to see what you were gonna do.

“Like I said, not playing.” You laughed awkwardly and moved away from him.

“No sweat. Let me know if you change your mind.” Brad smiled at you and swam back to his friends. Peter blew out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and looked at you. You had your hands over your mouth and wide eyes.

“Oh my God. That was so awkward. I need to get out of here.” You whispered to Peter.

“Let’s go get some food.” Peter suggested. You agreed and got out of the pool together. Peter put a hand on your back and got a towel for you so you could cover yourself when you went inside.

“Uh oh, my Virgin alarm is going off.” Flash said when you and Peter walked into the kitchen where a group of your classmates were. Peter rolled his eyes as Flash walked towards the two of you with his hand flat like a metal detector.

“Beep, beep, beep. I found them. I found the virgins.” Flash gasped as he waved his hand over you and Peter.

“Knock it off, Flash.” Peter grumbled as his face flushed.

“I had to. You two are the only ones not playing.” Flash replied. Everyone looked at you and you suddenly felt insecure for not participating.

“Really? I thought you said other people weren’t playing.” You asked.

“They dipped.” Flash shrugged. “Everyone here is a part of the game. Expect for Chastity Mary and Pete the Prude over here.”

“I’ll play.” You blurted just to make everyone stop staring at you like you were a giant loser. Peter looked at you in confusion and you gave him a stressed look.

“Me too.” Peter nodded to back you up. You didn’t actually want to play, but the peer pressure had gotten to you. That and the fact that this little game might be the perfect excuse to get Peter to kiss you.

“Oh, shit. You’re really playing? In that case…” Flash closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you with his lips puckered. You picked a strawberry off the table and shoved it in his mouth while Peter laughed.

“Guys, Neds here.” One of the boys in the kitchen gasped.

“NED! NED! NED! NED!” Everyone funneled out of the kitchen in a mob while cheering for Ned.

“Did you know Ned had a cult following?” You asked Peter.

“Kinda. He’s famous around here ever since he got them to reinstate all day breakfast in the dining hall.” Peter explained.

“That was him? Shit, I’d cheer for him too.”

“I should go say hi to him. If he had time for old friends, that is.” Peter joked.

“Y/n, over here!” One of the girls in your grade came over and took your arm. You gave Peter an apologetic look as she pulled you away.

“I’ll catch up with you later!” You told him before disappearing back outside with the girl.

It was almost an hour before you and Peter were reuniting. Now that you were in the competition, Peter could not relax. He was on high alert all night as he tried to spot you in the large crowd. He couldn’t enjoy the party because he was too busy fantasizing about the worst case scenario of you kissing all the popular boys and falling in love with one of them. After you’d been mingling in your respective friend groups for a while, you spotted each other on either side of the pools waterfall. You swam under the waterfall and stayed close to the wall so you were protected by the wall of water but not getting wet.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” Peter smiled and swam to you.

“Have you?” You smiled in return and swam closer to him.

“I have. The boys started wrestling each other and I wanted to give it a go with you.” Peter joked. You laughed and swam even closer to him so that your chests were touching. A comfortable silence fell between you and the rest of the party fell away. You couldn’t really see or hear anyone outside of the waterfall so it felt like it was just the two of you.

“So have you kissed anyone yet?” Peter asked and held his breath.

“No. People keep asking me but I keep declining. I don’t think I’m winning tonight.” You clicked your tongue.

“Me either.” Peter laughed in relief.

“So you haven’t kissed anyone?”

“No. No one’s asked me.” He admitted.

“So kiss me.” You shrugged and held your breath for his response. Peter turned around and looked behind him but didn’t see anyone.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked you.

“You, you dingus.” You laughed. “I’m asking you.”

“You want to kiss me?” Peter asked in disbelief and pointed to himself. You nodded your head and Peter felt a panic rise in his chest.

“N-no.” Peter weakly stammered.

“No?” You asked as your eyebrows went up.

“Sorry. No, thank you. Is what I meant.” Peter corrected himself.

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” You laughed awkwardly and swam back a little.

“Just because-“

“No, it’s totally cool.” You cut him off. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“I just-“

“I’m gonna go get a drink. See you later?” You smiled at him and quickly swam away. Peter was frozen under the waterfall as he processed what happened. Suddenly, Ned burst under the waterfall with urgency.

“Dude! What the hell was that?” He asked and swam to Peter.

“I panicked! I didn’t think she was gonna ask me that!” Peter whispered harshly.

“Why wouldn’t she? This is a kissing party!”

“Kissing parties aren’t real! That’s not a thing that exists. This is a made up concept. Think of the germs! You haven’t thought of the germs you bitch!” Peter exclaimed. Ned jutted in his back in surprise and Peter felt bad.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Ned whispered.

“Because I just blew my chances with Y/n and I’m angry!” Peter whispered back.

“Well why didn’t you kiss her?”

“Because.” Peter whined. “I don’t want our first kiss to be because of this gross game. I wanted it to be because we wanted it.”

“Dude, she hasn’t kissed a single person tonight. You’re the only one she asked.” Ned pointed out.

“Your tone makes me think you’re leading me to a profound conclusion.”

“Clearly she only agreed to play so she could kiss you. That’s why she’s been saying no to everyone else but asked you. She’s not playing the game. She just wanted to kiss you.” Ned said and smacked Peters chest.

“No. That would mean she likes me. And there’s no way she likes me.” Peter insisted.

“Then why would she agree to play this game if she was gonna say no to everyone but you?”

“Because she’s a silly goose? I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers, Ned. Maybe she was just being a silly little guy.”

“Dude, she’s likes you.” Ned groaned. “And she just shot her shot. And you shot her down.”

“That’s way too many shots.” Peter whispered in fear that Ned was right.

“You need to go smooch that girl before you lose her forever.” Ned told him.

“Oh God. Do you think that will happen? Do you think she’ll kiss somebody else?” Peter gulped and chewed his nails.

“Probably. If I’m right about her liking you, that means she just got rejected and is probably super hurt and embarrassed. She’ll be looking for someone to distract her and remind her that she’s desirable. Plus, I heard Brad and Flash are tied and Y/n is the only girl they haven’t kissed. If they get to her before you do, you’re done.”

“Oh God. I can’t let that happen.”

“You might be a little late for that. Turn around.” Ned looked guilty as he pointed over Peters shoulder. Peter turned to see you and Flash sitting on the edge of the pool together. You were laughing at something he was saying, making Peters stomach drop.

“Oh no! She can’t kiss Flash. I’ve never seen him apply chapstick once in his life. And he licked the back of the bus seat in fifth grade during a game of Truth or Dare so he’s definitely carrying some sort of disease.”

“I remember that. He picked truth and then randomly licked the seat top to bottom.” Ned recalled.

“She can’t kiss that mouth. He has cooties. He can’t give my beloved cooties.” Peter said as determination filled his body.

“You need to do that think football players do when they catch the ball that was thrown at a different player.” Ned told him.

“Interception?”

“No. That’s the show about sitting down your family member who has an addiction and sending them to rehab.” Ned waved his hand.

“That’s Intervention.”

“No, Intervention is the Tom Cruise movie where he goes to space and his daughter is Renesmee from Twilight.”

“For starters, I’m not really sure why you called her Renesmee “from Twilight” as if there is any other character in any other movie with that name, but you also just described the movie Intersteller. Which is with Matthew McConaughey, not Tom Cruise.” Peter corrected him.

“So what movie am I thinking of?” Ned wondered.

“Fuck if I know. I’ll be right back.” Peter said and swam over to you and Flash. He saw Flash starting to lean in and in a panic, grabbed a beach ball and threw it at him.

“Ow. What was that?” Flash looked around once the ball hit him in the head.

“Hey guys. What’s going on?” Peter smoothly slid into the convo.

“Hi, Peter.” You smiled shyly and then looked back at Flash.

“It was Inception.” Ned said suddenly as he joined Peters side. Peter face palmed and you just looked confused.

“What was Inception? What did that mean?” Flash asked in genuine confusion.

“The movie I was thinking of. Inception starring Leonardo DiCaprio. That’s what you have to do to Y/n.” Ned explained. He slowly turned and realized you were sitting right there on the pool edge and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, hey Y/n. Lovely weather we’re having, no?” Ned asked.

“What about an inception?” You playfully narrowed your eyes at Peter.

“He means interception.” Peter mumbled in embarrassment.

“Intercept what?” You asked as you slipped into the pool to be closer to Peter.

“Your kiss with Flash.” Peter admitted as he looked into your eyes. His big brown eyes were full of guilt and you couldn’t stay mad even if you wanted to.

“Ew. You thought I was gonna kiss Flash?” You laughed. “Not after what he did to that bus seat in fifth grade. No offense, Flash.”

“Was it that bad? It tasted like dry Ramen.” Flash shrugged.

“Who eats dry Ramen?” Ned asked.

“People who question the status quo and reject the suffocating confines of the shell society puts us in.” Flash stated.

“What the fuck are you ever talking about?” You whispered to yourself.

“Who knows? Did I hear Y/n wanted to kiss little old me?” Flash batted his eyelashes and pretended to tuck hair behind his ear.

“No, you didn’t.” You told him.

“Wait, so you didn’t come over here to kiss Flash?” Peter asked you.

“Ew, no. Why would you ever think that?”

“Because you wanted to forget that I rejected you.” Peter said, making your eyes widen.

“You rejected Y/n?” Flash laughed in surprise. “That is an M.Night Shamelan level twist right there. That shocked me more than that one Black Mirror episode where it turns out he was a pedofile after I spent the whole episode feeling bad for him.”

“What are you talking about now?” You whined.

“I actually know what he’s talking about.” Peter admitted. “That episode was crazy.”

“Right? When the mom was like “Kids, Kenny? You were looking at kids?” I nearly threw my phone at my TV. On God. I was rooting for him. And best believe, that is the last time I will ever root for a white man.” Flash shook his head. Everyone in the pool was looking at you guys now and trying to peer into the conversation. There was an awkward silence and even more awkward eye contact before Flash spoke again.

“So why didn’t you want to kiss Y/n?” He asked Peter.

“I was kinda also wondering that.” You admitted and looked at Peter for answers.

“Can we talk somewhere else? In private?” Peter asked you quietly.

“You’re just gonna let me hear that much of the conversation and then leave at the end? Talk about edging.” Flash scoffed.

“Fine. He can hear. In fact, everyone should hear this.” Peter decided and got up on the pool steps.

“Hey, everyone. I have an announcement.” Peter said as he cupped his hands around his mouth.

“I like Y/n. As more than a friend.” He announced as he pointed to you. You smiled in delight while everyone else gave each other the side eye.

“No one gives a shit, Parker.” A boy shouted after a long moment of silence.

“Everybody knew that.” Another girl added.

“Do a flip!” Someone shouted.

“He thinks he’s the main character or something, I swear.” Someone else muttered.

“Oh. I thought that would get a bigger reaction.” Peter frowned and walked back down into the pool to go back to you.

“You like me?” You smiled softly.

“I do. A lot.” Peter admitted with the same soft smile.

“Then why didn’t you kiss me?”

“Because I didn’t want our first kiss to be apart of this stupid game.” Peter told you. “I also wanted to be wearing underwear the first time we kissed. I guess I’m picky.”

“I’m never wearing underwear. Ever. Even when I wear jeans.” Flash said, reminding you that he was there. You turned your entire body to look at him because of how shocked you were by that statement.

“Why not?” You asked him.

“It blocks the flow of my mojo.” He said and pointed to his crotch before moving his hand it and outward flow. You blinked a few times and then turned back to Peter.

“Peter, I only played the game because I wanted to kiss one person. You.” You told him.

“That’s why I started playing. But when you came up to me and asked me, I was so caught off guard that I panicked and said no.”

“Is your guard up now?” You asked him.

“Probably not. Peter could never afford a guard. Get it? Because he’s poor.” Flash said and then laughed at his own joke. Peter rolled his eyes before looking at you again.

“If you asked me again, I’d say yes.” He told you.

“I’m not gonna ask you again. But that’s good to know.” You smiled at him, making his smile drop.

“Y/n, over here.” A girl on the other side of the pool called.

“See you around.” You waved to Peter before swimming to the girl. Peter and Flash stood there in shock as the processed what had happened.

“Dude, that was brutal.” Flash said. “That was worse than the staph infection that hospitalized me after I licked that bus seat.”

“I can’t believe she didn’t ask me.” Peter whispered in disbelief. “And who the fuck keeps saying “Y/n, over here?””

“I can’t believe you rejected her, announced to the whole party that you liked her, and then she rejected you! That’s gold, man. You can’t make this stuff up. Anyways, later loser.” Flash hopped into the pool and started to swim away. He suddenly popped up in front of Peter, this time, with goggles on this time.

“Unless you wanted to play mermaids?” Flash asked him. Peter stared at him for a minute and then nodded.

“I do, actually. Yeah.”

“Amazing. My tail is blue. What’s yours?”

“Please let me be blue.” Peter whined. “I just got rejected by my best friend.”

“Fine. I’ll be orange.” Flash rolled his eyes.

Once the party had started to fizzle out, Peter got out of the pool and went over to where he had left his stuff. You walked over to him and he tensed up.

“Hey.” You said as you approached him.

“Oh, hi.” Peter said cautiously. He had no idea what you were here for after all of the bizarre interactions you had tonight.

“Towel?” You asked and offered him a fresh towel.

“Yeah, thanks.” He accepted it and eyed you skeptically before drying off.

“You should really try to ring your hair out. Chlorine might damage those curls.” You said and nodded towards Peters hair.

“Oh, thanks.” He said and rubbed his towel all over his head. When he was finished, he noticed you staring at him with a fond smile.

“What?” He wondered.

“You missed a spot. Here, let me help.” You said and took the towel. You rubbed it all over his head to dry his hair and then moved it to reveal his face. He was blushing, like always, but had a sad look in his eyes. You let the towel fall to around his neck and then pulled it to bring him closer so you could kiss him.

“Did you really think I was gonna kiss you for the first time with Flash Thompson sitting between us?” You asked once you pulled away.

“So that’s why you didn’t ask me again?” Peter smiled as he connected the dots.

“I’m like you. I wanted it to be special.” You shrugged.

“I think it would be even more special if it happened again.” He replied. You laughed and kissed him again, which he was ready for this time.

“So.” He said once you pulled away. “You still down for that ice cream date?”

“It’s a date.” You nodded and smiled.

“I know. I literally just said that.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, P.” You warned him.

“Fine.” He smiled. “Let’s go on our date.”

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