T. Holland/P.Parker/ Spider-man imagines

Tom: lunch date

Tom sat on the end of the booth besides you. You rested your head on his shoulder, rubbing your sore legs. Harrison and one of your friends slid in the free spot on the other side of the table. "My legs are so sore."

Tom nodded in agreement, "yeah, and I hurt my back."

Harrison's eyes widened, "alright, we're at lunch!" He interrupted, avoiding looking at the two of you.

"Yes," Tom said slowly, "we are." It dawned on you what Harrison must have been thinking, you kicked him under he table. Tom coughed in order to hide his laugh, due to Harrison's reaction. "We went to an indoor trampoline thing yesterday."

You began giggling at what had happened. "Tom got stuck in the foam pit then passed out and we had to dig him out." You explained​through your growing laughter.

Your friend had a horrified expression meanwhile Harrison​looked completely amused. "What!?"  "Sorry!?" They both questioned​ in unison.

"He landed in the pit with his legs out and his head stuck." You wheezed, wiping tears away.

Tom slouched, shaking his head. "We can stop talking about this now."

"I got it on video!" You pulled your phone out of your bag.

"What!?" Tom sat up properly. "No!" He grabbed after your phone but you practically threw it at your friend. Harrison and her watched happily, rewatching it multiple times, before ending up crying.

"That is gold." Harrison wiped away another tear.

"Do you need to see a therapist now?" Your friend questioned your husband. 

"Probably, I was stuck in Satan's playground. I even lost my sock!"

"I told you to roll."

"Shut up. You made it look easy. I didn't think I'd get trapped." Tom rolled his eyes at you, in mock madness.

"I'm showing this video to your grandchildren, by the way." Harrison chimed in, breathing normally now. Tom leaned forward, placing his head on the wooden table. Then opened one of the menus and put it over his head.

Foam pits are the equivalent to death.

Y'all gonna die in there.