Tom Holland Imagines

What Are You Doing?

The title is only inspired by Chaos Walking. The actual chapter has to do with tea. I have a problem with drinking tea, darling. I reckon I drink tea four times a day. I don't drink tea four times a day, but I drink tea a lot. *Starts drinking tea now* No, I don't drink tea that much, I drink tea like...all the time. Yeah, anyway. This is also really short...sorry. Also, please please please comment as well! I want to know what you're thinking! (The adapted quote comes from yours truly, Tom Holland, British GQ Action Replay Interview) 

I literally have no idea why I wrote this, why it came into my head, and why I had the desire to post it all within the same ten minutes. New chapter coming Saturday with Cherry review! Thanks for the 200 views!

"What are you doing?" 

"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Tom whined, a mug of tea in hand. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Put that thing down now, Tom," you were quick to say.

"And do what?"

"Pour the damn tea in the damn thermos because there's no way in Hell I'm allowing you to drink tea from a Goddamn mug while driving."

"I do it all the time, and I've had no problems."

"Don't test me, Tom. You're being ridiculous. I won't have you spilling tea all over yourself, subsequently looking like you peed yourself, just because you don't think a cup of tea is a cup of tea if it's in a fucking thermos."

"You're no fun," Tom huffed.

"Wait a damn second. How did you even know I don't think a cup of tea is a cup of tea if it's in a thermos?"

You blushed. "I uh. I watched an interview? From before we started dating, but I watched it after we started dating? For Onward? And I uh..." Everything was a question, and you were dying of embarrassment.

"And you stalked me," Tom deadpanned.

"It was after the first date and before the second, mind you. Besides, it was months before the second date because someone told me we weren't allowed to go on the second date before I had watched all four Avengers movies. So really...it was your fault."

"What did you just say?" 

"I--I take that back."

"Hmm." Tom looked thoughtful before he burst out laughing. "I fucking love you so much."

"Oh? I love you 3000, so take that, punk." It was difficult to keep a straight face.

"How many interviews have you watched since you started dating me?"

"Well sometimes I miss your voice when you're away, so I listen to an interview just to hear it again."

"You could call me?"

"At four in the morning? No thanks, I know what grumpy sleep-deprived Tom looks like, so I'll take a hard pass on that."

"But you don't have to look at me on a phone call. All you hear is my voice, and lemme tell you, I have a sexy morning voice."

"No, Tom, you have a soft-as-the-sheets-I-sleep-in sort of morning voice."

"My sheets are old and threadbare?"

"Yes, Tom. I know."

"So then why--

"Because your morning voice sounds like you were run over by a tractor in the middle of the night after going to a Comic Con drunk off your socks."

"It's not that bad, is it?"

You just raised an eyebrow, causing him to laugh and choke and cry and whine all at the same time.

"I should probably go put this in a thermos, shouldn't I?" Tom sighed after he caught his breath.

"I fucking love your morning voice, Tom!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know it's smoother than Egyptian cotton sheets."