Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines & Preferences (book 2)

KIngS and QUeeNS (series)

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Prologue

"Two bedrooms, two bath—one en suite of the master bedroom—balcony, laundry room just down the hall, wide-spaced kitchen and center island, office that can be converted to a third bedroom..." The real estate agent, Jenna, sighs out as she briefs Y/N and her mum of the property's features.

"And here is the lounge," she finishes, guiding them through the large open space with gorgeous ceiling-to-floor windows adorning the entire back wall, looking out to the city of London.

"Wow," Rachel breathes, taking in the gorgeous view and Y/N's expression mirrors hers; eyes wide and jaw slack. "And how much did you say this place was again?" she asks the blonde, watching as she gazes back down to her clipboard then back up at Y/N, expressionlessly.

"Seven-hundred and fifty, per calendar month to rent," she reminds them, Y/N's mum squealing at the appealing sound of the price and she grips her arms. "Honey, you have to. It's within budget, it's gorgeous, and it's closer to home compared to the others we've viewed," Rachel tries to convince her daughter, though she really has no need to, the view is selling itself.

Nonetheless, she is right. The apartment is absolutely perfect, close to work and just an hour from home. It has all the space Y/N needs and more, a spare room for when the family wants to visit. And it's cheap, too cheap.

"Why is the price so low? I figure a flat this size and with this view would be a little more on the expensive side," she ponders, the real estate agent shuffling her feet against the hardwood floors and her sudden expressionless face twists to one of slight discomfort and fear.

"The last occupant died, right where you're standing," she near whispers, Y/N's eyes widening and her mum holds her hand to her chest in shock. "That's awful, how? What happened?" she asks, standing beside her with her arm loosely around her waist.

Jenna scratches the back of her neck nervously. "The tenant was all kinds of trouble, in with the wrong crowds and eventually it caught up to him. We've had trouble selling since, so that's why the price is so good," she explains.

Y/N frowns, looking down at the ground and wonders just how much trouble this guy could have been in to have ended up dead in his own home. She isn't sure how she feels about the new information, all she knows is that she's fallen in love with the flat and she'll be damned if she doesn't take it.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Y/N asks, her arm how wrapping around her mum's waist and she gently squeezes her side. Jenna sighs through a small smile, relieved that she might have just found a new tenant.

She nods, though. "It's full disclosure that I tell you the owner of this building isn't exactly considered a model citizen and is known for conducting a lot of his business here," she explains briefly.

Y/N furrows her brows, tilting her head. "What kind of business? Who is he?" she asks, wondering why that would be such a big deal. Jenna swallows the lump in her throat. "Tom Holland."

Rachel squeezes Y/N's arm at the mention of his name, though all Y/N can do is scrunch her face up in confusion. Who the fuck is Tom Holland? She doesn't know and she doesn't care. How will his business affect her living? It won't.

"I'll take it."

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Part 1

"And... we're done!" she sighs out in relief, folding over the last empty brown box and shoving into the larger box that holds them all. Her sister falls onto the sofa with a huff, her legs propped on the coffee table as she relaxes into the cushions.