tom holland + peter parker

think of her H.O.

request: could you do a harrison osterfield x holland!sister!reader where the reader has been dating haz for like four years and haz asks the rest of y/n's family for marriage permission?

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"Well hey, mate. Where's Y/N?"

"Down at the shops with Aisha."

His tips of wispy blonde hair stick up in different directions from how many times he's pulled at the ends of the strands. His palms are sweaty and he's anxious that he's wearing too much cologne. As he takes the next higher step through the open front door, the toe of his shoe hits the metal threshold seal of the doorway, and he stumbles forward. Just to add on to his nervous demeanor, he makes a loudly, clumsy entrance, and Tom's laugh booms through the hallways as he pats the Brit's back.

"Y'alright?"

Harrison turns his head to the side, lips separated in a silent debate. Eventually, he nods enthusiastically, feverishly, and the two of them are heading into the living room where the rest of the Holland's lay — that is, except for you.

"Hey, mate. Where's Y/N?" Harry greets him first, setting down his glass of beer on a coaster with a small wave and an acknowledging smile.

Harrison sighs, having already answered this question once before. "She's down in the shops with Aisha. That's- that's why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Well- well not why I'm here, but I'm here to talk without her around. I mean..." he chuckles out a breath. "I'd like to talk to you all... privately, that is."

"Well," Tom glides into an armchair, hands clasping across one of his knees. "We're private, if that's what you mean."

"Right." He smiles — again, nervously — and a hand reaches up to ruffle his hair again. Just think of her. Think of her. They already love you — it's just another step. She loves you. Think of her.

A smile breaks out on his face, first creeping up but then completely overtaking all other facial expressions. It seems as though everyone is taken aback by the sudden expression of joy. Air refills his lungs with the next deep inhale, and he turns to your parents: Nikki and Dominic.

"Mr. and Mrs. Holland..." He smiles, hands clasped.

Nikki's head leans back, unused to the name he's referring to her as. "Yes...?"

"I've come to ask you — and, and the boys of course- obviously, that's why they're in the room-"

"To ask what?" Harry disregards the stutters and rambles, hoping to get straight to the main topic.

"I've come to ask... for your blessing."

Tom sucks in a breath, and it's the last sound to run through the room. Only the heater continues humming — it seems even Tessa has stopped chewing her bone.

"I know you probably weren't expecting that kind of question but- but I really love your daughter — your sister," He momentarily turns towards your brothers, "She's- she's the love of my life and I... I want to spend the rest of my life by her side."

"Oh, dear," Nikki fans her face, fresh tears sprouting while she urges Harrison to engulf her in a hug. They embrace, and she's giddy with excitement and joy. When they separate, Nikki makes eye contact with her husband, and as a single tear slips from his eyes, he nods, and Nikki squeals again.

"You have our blessings." She smiles, attempting to control her breathing. Harrison lets out a captured breath, teeth relieving the pressure on his bottom lip.

He then turns to the other family members, eyes hopeful yet afraid. Tom stands, swiftly and strongly, bulging his arms to make a show of the fact that he's your protective older brother.

Harrison's breath lodges in his throat while he prepares for the worst. He squints his eyes, fists clenching at his sides while he awaits for Tom's first words.

"You're..." His voice is hoarse, almost as if he'd been crying. "You're good for her."

Harrison physically relaxes, eyes softening at the man he's grown up with. With courage, he observes how red Tom's eyes are, and in one swift movement, they're hugging harshly, as though they're never going to see each other in the same way again. They're going to be brothers.

After a few embraced moments, they detach, and the twins are at his side.

"Guys..."

"God," Harry bites his tongue. "You guys really just had to grow up?"

Harrison laughs through a mucky mouth of tears and nerves, swallowing his anxiety as they finally hug.

"Do you... do you have a ring?"

Harrison had figured Sam might be the one to ask such a question, what with him being the romantic out of them all. With sudden confidence, Harrison reaches into the inner lining of his jacket, where a discreet pocket hides his most recent purchase.

He carefully opens the ring box, and the sparkling ring shines in front of their eyes. Nikki gasps, hand covering her open mouth, and Paddy's eyes visibly widen at the sight of such a work of art.

Sam's nimble fingers take the box from Harrison grasp, and he seems as though he's shaking. The ring is slightly tinted blue, and when Sam hands it back, there's only one thing on his mind.

"Welcome to the family."