tom holland + peter parker

water bottle wars T.H.

request: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe5JcUMn/

Imagine doing this with Tom but the boys ask you questions about each other

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Part of every great relationship is seeing who knows more about each other. You've got Tom down pretty well, considering he's a blabber mouth during interviews and with you. Now, you're willing to put it to the test. Tom's competitive like that, so he won't give up a challenge.

It was a silly tiktok that happened to land on your for-you-page, that sparked the idea, but now it's unraveled into a true competition. You've got a simple pair of sweats on, and an oversized shirt. Tom also has his grey sweats on, and a navy blue tee that accentuates the bulge of his biceps.

Two water bottles are filled with iced water, thanks to Harry and his need to make everything extreme. Harrison places two towels on a chair beside the patio table. Yeah, you're doing this outside, so not only is the water refreshing during this (rare) London sunshine, but it's also easier for clean-up duty.

"Get ready to lose, love," Tom strides out the back door with such cocky confidence that you roll your eyes — playfully, of course.

You scoff roughly to feed into the atmosphere. "As if, Tommy. You'll be kissing my ass."

"He does that anyways," Harrison pipes up, commenting like the little shit that he is.

Harry makes a pained expression, one of disgust, and you laugh at him, Tom joining you. "Ugh, Harrison! Did you really need to say that?"

"Hey," he raises his hands in surrender, "He's your brother."

"Are we ready?" Tom interrupts, picking up one of the water bottles, handing the other to you.

"Thank you," you say in an accent.

"But of course, darling," he says back in his best Victorian-English accent. You giggle, and then motion for Sam to begin the recording. Your phone records from its place in the tripod, and Harry reads off the first question on his index card.

"When did Tom first break his nose?"

"Uhm..." you're bending your knees slightly, ready to squirt Tom with water despite the fact that it's his turn. "20... 17?" You cower away as Tom giggles while spraying you. "I wasn't done guessing!"

"You get one guess!" He says back, laughing at your wet face and now splotchy shirt.

You roll your eyes, "Next question!"

Tom chuckles and so does Harry, and Harrison reads out the next question. "Who's Y/N's favorite villain?"

Tom's brows furrow and he freezes for a moment, arms coming out in bewilderment. "I don't know? Who would know that?!"

"Me!" Harry says while you squirt Tom. Immediately, his curls dampen and then flatten completely, wetted by the cold water.

"Agh!" He shrieks, wiping at his eyes. "I didn't even guess!"

"Ooh!" Harrison raises his hand like a child. "I have a good one!"

You raise your eyebrows before encouraging him to continue.

"What's Tom most cocky about?"

You smirk, something that makes Tom raise a suspicious eyebrow. "His bedroom skills."

Harry gasps in surprise at such a blunt response, and Tom's mouth hits the floor. "Y/N!" Your mouth opens too and in a matter of seconds, you use a hand to cover your mouth in shock. Harrison gasps in realization too, and Tom looks around at everyone as if you're all crazy.

"What?"

"You didn't squirt me!" You yell, pointing a finger at him and cheering.

"Damn, Y/N!" Harrison cheers. "She got it right, mate!"

"Screw you guys," Tom pouts, and you laugh harder, coming down to your senses to continue the game.

"Aren't you glad I know you so well?" You tease. Tom doesn't miss a beat when replying.

"Yeah, and how'd you know about my arrogant bedroom antics?"

"Ewww," Harry winces. "You two are disgusting."

"Disgustingly cute," You smile brightly, so much so that it makes Tom laugh.

"Tom," Harry says, "How does Y/N like her tea?"

Tom pulls his brows together while he ponders the question. You're so ready to spray him with the water, because he makes tea every morning yet never seems to pay attention. "She... doesn't drink tea!"

You let out a loud laugh, squeezing the bottle with all your might and watching it hit Tom's hair and face in content. "Tom, even you know that's not true!" you laugh, looking at the boys with a bizarre expression.

"Fuck, I know," He whines, clearing his eyes of the fresh water.

"Your shirt is literally drenched."

"Would you rather it be off?"
"I mean..." You match his smirk, but before you go any further, Harrison breaks it up.

"We're still filming!"

"Last question!" Harry squeals.

"What's Tom's zodiac sign?"

You look at them, stifling a laugh. "That's like asking what his birthday is!"

"Well, what is it?!"

"He's a gemini!" You squeal, protecting yourself.

"I get an extra point for the shit question," Tom quickly brings the water bottle over your head, squeezing harshly. The veins that run along his arms and hands pop out while he does this, and you run from your spot, shivering from the cold sensation.

"Hey—!" Tom runs after you, but you splash him in the face. Tom squirts back, accidentally hitting Harry during his attempt to splash you again. Harry gasps, hoodie dampening, and he stands hastily, grabbing one of the spare bottles and getting Tom square in the face.

Tom has to stop chasing you from the shock of the cold liquid running down his face. "Harry!"

"You got me first!"

"Yeah, by accident, you div!" He extends his arms to squirt him again, but Harry steps out of the way and Tom's water hits Harrison's chest, shirt drenching in the water.

"Aw, c'mon!" Harrison yells. Hastily, he picks up the remaining water bottle and goes after Tom, who simultaneously outruns both boys and continues chasing you. You run backwards for a bit of time, wetting Tom's front while Harry get's Tom's backside.

"You fuckers!" Sam yells from his seat on the patio, beside Tessa. "The video ended!" None of you bother stopping though, and as Tom makes the distance towards you, you squeal, squeezing the bottle until all the water runs out.

"Catch me! I dare you!"

"Just you wait, love," Tom steals Harry's bottle, who then gasps in surprise at the action. "I'm gonna get you."