tom holland + peter parker

showing around P.P.

request: You asked for concepts and you might've meant new concepts but I really like fanboy!peter so I'd love for more of that

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"Here we go again."

"You know you secretly love this."

Harry rolls his eyes at the shorter brunette. They're walking into the entrance of Madison Square Garden. The street is crowded as they walk side-by-side as best as possible. With one final glance at the laminated card attached to a lanyard around his neck, Peter pushes the doors open and is met with a large room void of screaming fans. He's six hours early for the concert — but that's not why he's here.

When your manager, Scooter Braun, asks why the three of them are at the front desk, Peter is first to tell him of their appointment.

"We have VIP backstage passes and meet & greet access."

"Ahh, yes." The man nods, motioning for the three of them to follow him through the corridors of the building. "You're Stark's kids, right?"

"Yeah."

"Friends of," Harry corrects with a finger pointed out, stressing the information. Peter rolls his eyes.

"Is it true we get to meet the backup dancers?" Ned is feverishly asking questions, excited and impatient.

"You'll see." He opens a door for the three of them, and they continue following him through yet another hallway. They pass boxes of merch, beverages and snacks for the vending machines, and studio equipment for the stage, the lighting, and the audio. Peter recognizes it all from the books he'd read in the AV Club. Harry would kick him if he mentioned anything, especially in front of you, so he keeps quiet.

"Stark called for special treatment, so you'll be with Y/N until the show starts."

"W-what? Really?" Peter tries not to come off as too excited, but he knows he's failed when Harry holds back a chuckle.

Scooter hums in approval, confirming his question. "Stark must really like you three, if he went to all this trouble."

Before Peter can reply to that, they're walking through one more door and suddenly, you're right in front of his very eyes. You and the rest of your dancing crew are stretching, some of them rehearsing moves before a run through of the set. Peter can tell, just from the simple movements, which songs you're rehearsing.

"Y/N," Scooter stays by the door, holding it open. Harry, Peter and Ned don't bother moving from the doorway, choosing to watch the encounter. You turn around and smile as your eyes catch sight of Peter and his friends. "They've got VIP access. Don't lose them before the show starts." He jokes before closing the door, forcing the three boys to step into the room.

Harry mumbles, "Like you'll be able to separate Peter from her." Peter shoves his elbow into Harry's rib to quiet him, and Harry winces but smiles nonetheless as you walk over to them.

It's only then that Peter realizes he's not in a room, but on the stage. A curtain is drawn, preventing him from seeing the arrangement of seats and lights, but he knows what the tour set up looks like anyways.

"It's nice to see you guys again." You smile, hugging each of them, but hugging Peter just a little longer than the rest. "We're just going over the dances. You can watch, if you'd like. Give me thirty minutes and then I'll show you around."

"Why watch you when Peter basically dances everything for us at home?" Harry's sarcastically witty remark does not fly over your head, but instead causes your eyebrows to recline against your forehead, eyes widening.

Peter curses under his breath, eying Harry for outing him like that. You bite back a smile.

"Do you know some of the dances?" You ask him softly, and he nods nervously, shyly. Right then, you break out into a smile. "You wanna dance with us?"

Peter's mouth is dropped open in response, and Ned has to whisper something into his ear for Peter to nod his head. You chuckle, grabbing his hand and bringing him over to the group of dancers. Peter's heart and stomach flutter at the touch of your fingers against his.

"Cool if Peter dances with us?"

You see a collective nod throughout the group, and smile approvingly. Scott (Nickelson) nods, adjusting the beanie on his head. "It's always nice to have a fan dance with us. Not that that's ever happened before, but still." Peter laughs at your choreographer, and as you encourage him to get comfortable, he sets his bag down by Ned's chair.

Harry and Ned have taken the chairs on the far side of the stage, watching Peter as he prepares to dance from his memory. Peter ponders on if he should wear his hoodie, and after deciding it'll only make him sweatier than necessary, he slips the clothing off of his torso and into his bag.

You're gawing at him, watching his thick biceps come into view. You sneak a peek at his abs, which were slightly revealed when his shirt was accidentally pulled up with his hoodie. You suck in a breath, and Scott and Brian snicker at you.

As Peter leans down to put the hoodie away, Harry leans forward, whispering close so nobody else will hear him. Ned leans forward too, wanting to be a part of the conversation.

"Dude, did you see that?"

"See what?" Peter looks over his shoulder; you're watching him, but as he makes eye contact with you, you turn away quickly, flustered.

"She was totally checking you out!"

"What?"

"Yeah," Ned nods encouragingly. "While you were taking off your hoodie."

Peter hums, glancing over at you one last time before he stands up straight.

"Dude-" Harry pulls at the hem of Peter's shirt, just before he's about to walk away. "Flirt with her. And if she flirts back, flirt harder."

"Dude!" Peter whisper-yells, slightly embarrassed at how flustered he's growing. He shoves Harry's hands away as he makes his way back over to you, straightening out the hem of his shirt.

"You ready?"

Peter nods, "What're we starting with?"

"Let's do... bad idea." Peter nods, excited, because that's part of his favorite set. He's internally cheering, because he'd rehearsed that set last night in preparation for the concert tonight.

As the beat starts playing, the attention eventually shifts to you and Peter. You're singing along, wanting to prepare yourself for the combination of singing and dancing, and Peter's impressing you with how well he's hitting each move, and on beat too.

When he follows through with the complex hand movements, you're wide eyed. With each line, each verse, each beat, he's right on time, hands and feet and abs moving along to your music as if he'd created the dance. When the song ends, he's smiling, and your backup dancers are high-fiving him excitedly.

"You're really good, Peter." You say after a few sips of water. He grows red at the complement, scratching the back of his neck. The movement causes your eyes to shift to his biceps again, and he grows redder when he realizes you're checking him out again.

"Thank you. You're really good too." You smile, checking the time before deciding you've rehearsed enough, and Peter is probably too nervous to do another one. "Well... I've got some showing-around to do, don't I?"

Peter's smile gets even wider. Yes, you do.