A/N:
I had to write this. Go ahead and squeal. I don't mind.
(Takes place about a month after Spider-Man: Homecoming wrapped up shooting)

Y/N had dated Tom Holland for a little over a year now, and had moved in with him about a month ago. She knew she loved him, and everything about him.

Well, except for one thing.

One evening, Tom sat comfortably on the couch, his right foot propped up on the table. Y/N emerged from the nearby bathroom, her hair piled on top of her head beneath a towel. She wore nothing but a robe, and said to Tom, "Where's my hairbrush..."

She trailed off when she noticed a marking on the bottom of his foot. Edging closer, she grabbed his foot and peered suspiciously at the mark. It was exactly what she feared it had been: a tattoo.

"OH MY GOD! TOM! WHEN DID YOU GET A TATTOO?!?"

He jumped about five feet in the air, and looked absolutely shocked. "I, um..."

"When did this happen?" (Y/N) asked calmly, her (E/C) eyes flashing with anger.

He sighed, resorting to the truth. "A little while after I was cast as Spider-Man..."

(Y/N) looked aghast, and raised her eyebrows. "Seriously, Holland? You wait until now to tell me?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, sweetheart..."

It was nearly impossible for her to stay mad at her boyfriend, and she chuckled. "Okay, okay, I forgive you, 'Spider-Man'. You're just so cute when you're nervous!"

"(Y/N)... I'm a man!"

"Sure, sure..."

A/N:

Sorry! I had to. I promise, next chapter will continue the story. But I'm not that sorry...

-Runaway