Tom Holland And Peter Parker Imagines

Tom - Chocolate muffins and French kisses

Language warning!

Heathrow Airport was noisy and crowded, packed with families flying out of England to spend Christmas in warmer parts of the world. Young children screamed and cried and frantic mothers rushed around, desperately trying to keep track of their toddlers. It was, to say the least, complete chaos.

You looked around, scanning the crowds for your friends. Honestly, sometimes those two were like toddlers themselves, always running off and leaving you behind.

Catching a glimpse of Tom's dark hair, you began to hurry in his direction.
"Thomas Stanley Holland, you'd beter get your ass over here right now or so help me...!" you growled as you approached him. Tom turned from where he was staring at a Captain America: Civil War poster in the window of a store. His eyes found you and he smirked, walking slowly towards you.

"What up, Y/N?"

You scowled at him. "What's up is you disappearing five minutes before our flight to South Africa starts boarding! And where the hell did Harrison go?"

Tom waved his hand in the air vaguely. "He went to get himself a muffin. Relax, Y/N, don't worry so much. We'll get there on time."
His eyes moved up to something behind you.
"Look, there he is."

You turned to see Harrison strolling casually along, backpack on one arm, large chocolate muffin in the other hand. You shook your head at him, walking over.

"We need to go. Now."

Harrison opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by a glare from you.
"No buts," you said to him, stealing a small piece from his muffin and stuffing it into your mouth. "Come on."

The three of you began to move towards the boarding gates. As you walked, your group, espacially Tom, began to get interested looks. A few girls giggled as Tom and Harrison passed by, winking at them - much to your disapproval - and a few fans even asked for autographs. However, you managed to get to the gates without any major distractions and were soon in the line waiting to board.

Harrison munched happily at his muffin as your passports were stamped and you were handed back your tickets.
"You know, Y/N," he said through a mouthful of chocolate. "I think you're getting too stressed about this whole trip."

You glanced sideways at him, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yes," Harrison told you. "You should relax."

You pursed your lips. "And what exactly do you think is making me so stressed, Harrison?"

He looked up at you and grinned. "No clue."

"Don't you think it's possible that maybe, just maybe, it's because I have been forced to become a mother too early and have to look after two little boys?"

Harrison opened his mouth but closed it agaim when he found no counter argument.

"Fair point," Tom said, grinning at you from your other side. You nodded towards him.
"Thank you."

The three of you found your seats in the plane and filed into the row, Harrison first then you and Tom following behind. Settling into your seat, you pushed your backpack under the seat into of you and sat back, closing your eyes.

Tom chuckled. "That tired already, are you?"

You groaned. "I'm planning on sleeping the whole flight."

Leaning forward, Tom gently moved a strand of your hair that had fallen across your face. You slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him as tingles fizzed in your stomach.
"Well, feel free to rest your head on my shoulder." He winked and you blushed, looking away.