tom holland oneshots

comic collections

warnings: cursing 

summary: reader is a comic nerd; meets tom 

word count: 1100

(requested) didn't proofread

"Hey, do you still have my shoes?" Aisha asked you. The two of you were sitting on the couch playing a board game, an empty pizza box on the floor beside a wine bottle. 

"I think so," you said, getting up. She followed you to your room, and you went straight to the closet. Looking through your things, Aisha kept herself busy by exploring the wonders that filled your mini storage room. As you were digging, she came upon a box of your things. 

"Holy fuck, Y/N," she breathed out a laugh, skimming through the pages of your original, first edition copy of Spiderman's introductory comic. "You have so many of these things."

You spun around to see what she was talking about. Your mouth gaped for a second before you rolled your eyes. "Yeah well, I'm a fan if you couldn't tell," you laughed. 

She skimmed through several more comics as you continued your search for the box with her shoes.

"You should seriously get this obsession checked out." 

You rolled your eyes again before replying. "If Stan Lee signed three of your comics, would you move on?"

You gauged her reaction, eyes going wide as her jaw dropped to her feet. 

"Wha- what?"

You nodded with a smirk. "Lucky they aren't in that box; wouldn't want your grimy hands touchin' em."

"My hands are not grimy!"

You cackled before searching again. 

***

"Yo, Y/L/N!" Aisha called, closing the door after letting herself in. 

"What?" you said, coming out of your working room, book in hand and pencil in the other. 

"Are you down for the shops today?"

You hummed, bookmarking your page and putting the pen behind your ear. "Yeah, I could go for some shopping."

"Awesome let's go!" She grabbed your hand and pulled you, and you laughed before planting your feet firmly. 

"Let me get dressed, babe." 

She rolled her eyes before letting you go. "Fine; hurry up tho!" 

"Yeah, yeah," you swayed your hips as you walked into your bedroom. 

**

"Which store first?"

"Definitely not the one with that girl you've been eyeing since the dawn age." 

She turned to you, eyes sending daggers and you chuckled in response. 

"I'm going to forget you said that and," she grabbed your hand, pulling you along with her again. "go to that store." 

"Aisha," you whined. "I don't want to stand there and be some awkward third wheel!"

"You're not going to be a third wheel!" she exclaimed. "I swear; I might actually make a move."

You were well aware of the fact that quite a few people were watching you two, but you paid that no mind. "By some miracle."

She laughed and rolled her eyes again as she abruptly stopped the two of you in front of the store. "Don't fuck anything up."