#not tagging any spidey without a proper name sorry. this is already a lot

[stealth-spiderr]

roommaid // t.h. & h.o.

roommate!au

This was requested by an anon about a week and half ago!!! i hope i did it justice lmao i really loved the idea!! ((return and let me know if you ever read it anon))

summary // you move in with tom and haz but misunderstand when they mention you’d have to cook and clean a lot considering they’re away quite often and bois gotta make it up to you

pairing // platonic!tom holland x fem!reader x platonic!harrison osterfield

warnings // some swears?? thats prolly it??

word count // 1,631

You knocked on the door of your soon-to-be new place, letting out a deep breath to calm your nerves. You’d been emailing with the two guys that already lived there for the past week, but this was your first time meeting them in person and you wanted to make a good impression. They’d already told you some the expectations they had for their new roommate and you wanted to look like you met all of them just by looking at you because you were frickin desperate for this. You’d been hunting around for months for a place within your budget and where you didn’t feel uncomfortable with the other people living there. Tom and Harrison’s place seemed to be the best option you’d come across so you weren’t about to let it slip away.

The door opened and you were met with a pair of striking blue eyes, you immediately smile as both of you say hello at the same time.

“(Y/N), nice to finally meet you in person. I’m Harrison,” he introduces, holding out his hand.

You shake it firmly, “Likewise.”

“Yeah, come on in. Tom’s in the lounge room, just on the right. Do you want a drink or anything?”

“Uh, please, just water, if that’s okay.”

“Sweet, I’ll grab it and meet you in a sec.”

You nod and wander into the house, taking in the scattered pieces of spider-man merchandise. A bark draws your attention to the couch, where a man with brown curls holds a blue staffy on his lap.

“Hey!” he calls with a smile, trying to wave without releasing the dog.

Tom Holland, you realise, now the spider-man stuff makes sense.

“Hey,” you reply, “you don’t have to hold onto her, I love dogs.”

“Her name is Tessa, but we usually just call her Tess.”

You nod as Tess comes bounding over to you, you bob down and she jumps at you, trying to lick your face. You lose your balance and fall onto your bum but you continue rubbing your hands over Tess’ body and she rolls onto her back so you can scratch her belly.

“Well, she definitely likes you,” Tom laughs, coming over and sitting beside you. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Yeah I guessed that, considering Harrison answered the door. Also I’ve seen some of your movies, you’re really talented.”

“Thank you, I try, ya know,” he says with a laugh.

Harrison comes back with a drink for everyone and the three of you move to the couch and the guys talk you through everything they hadn’t already mentioned in emails and answering any questions you had.

“Oh, one last thing,” Tom says quickly, interrupting Haz, “obviously we’re not gonna be here a lot so would you be fine with cleaning and whatnot by yourself?”

“Yeah of course, doesn’t bother me at all!”

“Great!” Haz grins, “So we still need to get another key cut, but you can start bringing your stuff in whenever you’re ready.”

So time goes by and you’d become quite good friends with Tom and Haz, when the weren’t gone for weeks or months at a time. But when they were gone, you actually came to enjoy cleaning the whole house. It made it easier not having to clean around the two of them as well, and gave you the opportunity to clean their bathrooms. You’d always play your favourite music throughout the house, imagining you were in a cleaning montage in a movie. This habit carried on even when Tom and Haz were home, except you’d have headphones on and use much less dramatic dance moves. Sometimes they’d pretend to help you, but they’d just be dancing with you and nothing would end up getting done at all.

You excitedly skip up to the front door, arms full of shopping bags that were filled with everything you needed to make cookies as well as some other groceries you need. Tom was home from doing press for Infinity War and Haz had gone back to his family for a couple of days to catch up a little. You kick the door rather than opening it because your hands are full, but it barely takes a second for it to swing open revealing a grinning Haz, who takes most of the bags from you. The pair of you walk to the kitchen and chuck everything down on the bench and you start unpacking everything.

“Ah, there’s my favourite girl,” Tom’s voice calls.

You smile a little, but assume he’s talking to Tess because he calls her that often, so you’re surprised when his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you from the floor. You squeal and tell him to put you down, which he does, and you turn and give him a proper hug.

“How was it?” you ask, continuing to put things away.

“Yeah really good, how were things here?” he replies.

“Fine, yeah. You should look around because this is the cleanest the house is gonna be for a while now that you’re home.”

He playfully bumps you,

“You don’t need to clean the whole house you know, Haz says, “Tom and I can do it, especially our own bathrooms.”

“What are you talking about, isn’t that the main reason you wanted me to move in? Keep the place clean and shit.”

The two guys look at you with wide eyes before they start sputtering at the same time.

“Uh, no, definitely not, oh my god. You thought you were here to clean?”

“God no, we wanted someone here while we were away. Wow, I’m an idiot.”

You couldn’t entirely place who was saying what, but you were so embarrassed that you’d misunderstood their intentions of you. Tom and Harrison were mortified realising they’d accidentally come across like they wanted you as essentially a live-in maid.

“I am- I’m just gonna, um, leave and possibly never return, bye,” you stutter and hurry out the door again.

You wander around for a while, trying to ignore the fact you’ve been such an idiot to think they just wanted you around to cook and clean. The sun’s setting when you finally decide to head home, you didn’t want to be out in the dark so you walked as quick as you could.

When you stepped inside you could just smell burning. You jogged into the kitchen to find Haz and Tom frowning at a tray covered in charred… something.

“What the fuck was that supposed to be?” you ask.

They both look up at you and relief fills their eyes.

“We are so sorry we made you think you needed to be cooking for us all the time and cleaning everything,” Haz apologises. “That definitely isn’t what we wanted, we wanted a roommate and we couldn’t have found a better one, you’re the bestest friend we have. We’re the holy trinity.”

“For one, ‘bestest’ is not a word,” you begin. “Two, I thought the holy trinity was you two and Jacob, and three apology accepted. I’m and idiot for thinking that’s what you wanted to start with.”

“We’ll be the three musketeers then?” Tom suggests.

“Done deal,” you agree, “now tell me what you were trying to make, unless you were actually aiming for charcoal.”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” they mumble at the same time.

“Cookies? I think they were cookies, like, an hour before you took them out of the fucking oven. What happened?”

“Went out to play with Tess while they cooked, and kinda forgot about them,” Tom answered.

You roll your eyes and smile, “Of course you did. Why don’t we start again and I can-”

“NO! We wanna make it up to you for doing everything for us,” Haz whines.

“Guys, I love you but I’m not gonna sit here at let you waste another batch of cookie dough.”

“How about you supervise then? Make sure we’re doing everything right?” Tom asks.

“Honestly, if we hadn’t forgot about them before I’m sure they’d be fine so maybe just make sure we set a timer?” Haz adds.

“That I can do,” you agree, “and I wanna lick the spoon.”

So Harrison was right, they managed to mix all the ingredients together and put globs of it on the tray reasonably well, without additional help from you. You made sure all three of you set alarms for when the cookies would be done, before ducking off to have a quick shower.

Tom insisted on having a movie night, and letting you pick the movies so there you were, sandwiched between your two favourite guys, Tess on your lap and plenty of snacks around you. You’d chosen In The Heart of The Sea to start with, Tom whining that he didn’t want see his ‘ugly mug’ on the TV, but you insisted.

“Oh, Tom,” you gasp suddenly, half way through the film, “I just realised what’s different about you from this movie.”

“What?” he questions, as you pick up one of the cookies.

“You’re missing a little something right here.”

You pry a chocolate chip from the cookie and press it onto his chin, sending you and Harrison into a fit of laughter, Tom scoffs and tries to hold back laughter as he picks the chocolate off his face.

“Fuck off,” he mumbles, a smile finally twitching on his lips.

“Fine,” You sigh and lean more onto Haz who throws his arm over your shoulder.

Tom however just slides over a little more, eliminating more of your basically nonexistent space. All three of you also have a hand gently stroking Tessa, who’s sound asleep, and none of you move for the rest of the night. Falling asleep in the awfully uncomfortable positions you’ve found yourselves in, no doubt giving you weird aches in the morning.

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