Tom Holland/Peter Parker oneshots

lip-sync battle | t.h.

Ana sat at the dining table, sorting through the letters delivered earlier that day when she heard the click of the door again. Footsteps, although muted in the carpet, were audible as the person made their way towards the tiled floor of the dining room.

"'ello darling," Tom said, appearing in the wide doorway. "How're you?"

"I'm good, thanks." Ana tilted her head slightly at the boy in front of her who was jumping on the balls of his feet. "What's up?"

"I got a call today -" Tom trailed off, leaving Ana a minute to wonder what news he had got.

"And?"

"They want me on Lip Sync Battle!" Tom's bouncing had turned into jumping, moving towards where Ana was now standing beside the table.

"Oh my gosh! That's so exciting!" Ana joined in his bouncing, a long-time dream of hers accomplished by the closest person in her life. "Who are you up against?"

"Z," Tom replied, feigning confidence. "You'll help me take her down, won't you?"

"How so?" Ana questioned, tilting her head again.

"Please be my choreographer," Tom pleaded, grabbing her hands to clasp them between them.

"Of course I will!" Ana's mouth fell open at his question, grateful for the opportunity. "When do we start?"

"Whenever you want, I guess."

"So, tomorrow?"

"Sure."

-

The next morning dawned early, drowning Ana's face in light. Rolling over, she shook her boyfriend into the waking world, ignoring his groan of protest.

"Come on, babe, I have to choreograph your dance, and you have to help me." Ana gave him a shove of encouragement before rolling back to her own side to stand up and get dressed.

She easily decided on an outfit, pulling it on before returning to crouch by her boyfriend's head.

"Babe, come on, wake up," Ana whispered, trying to coax Tom out of bed. "I'll make you breakfast."

At the mention of food, Tom's eyes opened slightly, causing Ana to let out a laugh. He smiled at the sound of her giggle, his eyes feeling heavy and closing slightly again.

"I'll let you get up at your own pace, then, I guess," Ana said, standing back up. "But please be up within about five minutes or else no breakfast or dance for you."

Standing in the kitchen five minutes later, keeping true to her word, Ana heard footsteps behind her and turned to see her dishevelled boyfriend. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good morning." He trudged towards the girl, wrapping his arms around her waist to lean his chin on her shoulder. "Why did you wake me so early? It's still yesterday."

"It's eight o'clock in the morning," Ana replied, twisting in his bare arms. "And we're late to rehearsal." She handed him the plate covered in a cooked breakfast, giving him enough energy to get through rehearsal.

"Which you set the time for." He gave her a look of disgust at the time of the morning, although his expression softened as he took the plate from her hands. He planted a kiss on her cheek before turning to sit at the dining table to eat.

"So, what song am I choreographing to?" Ana asked the boy as she wandered over with her own identical plate.

"I want to do something funny. It's the only way I can beat a performer like Z. I'm not sure what song yet, though."