Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines

4. Are You Flirting With Me?

a/n: damn two updates in less than a week, who am i?

so, this may or may not have been inspired from a tiktok i saw... i've had this idea for like 5 months but i just haven't worked on it at all lmao. 

anyway, hope you enjoy! i'll also do my best to update more regularly but no promises, school sucks :)

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Tom Holland x reader

Info: you and Tom have been childhood best friends with Harrison, you live together in his flat in London, this is set in 2020 right after the quarantine ended

also its a deluxe flat, so there's two floors, just so that there's no confusion

Warnings: language

y/h/c = your hair colour

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Tom's POV

"TOM DID YOU DO THE LAUNDRY YET?" I heard Y/n scream from downstairs.

"NO NOT YET," I yelled back.

"GODDAMN IT TOM, YOU HAD ONE JOB," she yelled angrily.

"I'M SORRY, I'LL DO IT NOW." I sighed, picked up the laundry basket from the bathroom, and stomped downstairs to the laundry room, hoping that I wouldn't come across Y/n. 

Hoping didn't do a thing. 

She was standing in the doorway of the laundry room, her anger visible on her face. Her gym clothes were a bit wet and sticky from the workout she had just finished, strands of her y/h/c hair falling in her face, also damp from sweat. 

"For god's sake Thomas, you can't do one thing I ask of you?" she fumed.

"I said I'm sorry, I was playing with Tessa and talking with Tuwaine and I just... forgot," I mumbled, unable to maintain eye contact with her for longer than 2 seconds.

"Do it now. Honestly, nobody helps with a thing. Where's Harrison?"

"Probably napping," I smirked, knowing how lazy he'd gotten due to quarantine.

"Do the fucking laundry, I'm gonna go take a shower, wake Harrison up and make him help you put the clothes away once it's done," she ordered.

"Yes Mum," I saluted, standing straight and like an army man. She didn't laugh, she just stormed past me and went upstairs. Dropping my posture, I sighed, picked up the clothes and started sorting the clothes from dark and light, and then loaded into the machine, like she taught me.

~time skip~

After spending 15 minutes trying to wake up Harrison, finally losing it and slapping him, we folded the laundry and put ours back, leaving Y/n's on her bed. She was still in the shower even though it had been around 45 minutes, but we didn't disturb her. We wanted to live.

"She's such a mom, honestly," Haz complained as we sat on the couch. "Always yelling at us for not doing stuff and telling us to do stuff and-"

"And taking care of us and making sure we don't live in a shit filled house," I cut him off, reprimanding him with my expression, to which he just sighed in annoyance.

"You're only saying that because you like her," he muttered, probably to himself, but I heard.

"No I'm not!" I defended, my voice instantly going up an octave. He just smirked at me.