Tom Holland Imagines

Ignorance | Tom Holland

Imagine #1

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

Word Count: 603

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Y/N'S POV:

The rain lightly patters against the glass windows of our tiny warm home. The weather forecast called for rain and scattered thunderstorms the whole day today.

Literally, all my boyfriend wanted to do was sit on the couch, eat snacks, and play his stupid, yet violent video games.

"Babe, I want to do something!" I whine, turning away from the window. "Something that doesn't involve you being lazy on the couch the whole day."

Tom groans in frustration instead of responding to me. I roll my Y/E/C eyes at my oblivious boyfriend and make my way to the kitchen, in need of some food to feed my growling stomach.

"Ah, you've got to be kidding me! Y/N, can you bring me a soda back?" Tom shouts from the living room.

Grabbing a Pepsi from the top shelf, I slam the fridge closed causing a few magnets to fall down. Making it back to the living room, I find Tom still in the same position- controller in the same hand and all. Passing the soda to him, he takes it from my hands, but of course- his eyes were still glued to the tv screen as his character shot up some hideous zombie.

"Thanks- wait, can you open it?" He asks.

"Unbelievable," My hand slaps the soda from his grip, the beverage tumbling to the wooden floor.

He pauses the game, his eyes finally making eye contact with mine. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I'm not opening your soda when Jesus gave you useful hands for a reason. I'm also not opening a soda for someone, especially my boyfriend who has been ignoring me this whole time. The one day I'm actually off from work is the day where you don't want anything to do with me. Are those zombies seriously a lot more interesting than me?" I pout, crossing my arms like a little child.

Tom slides over on the couch, leaving a space big enough for my body. My arms are still crossed as I settled down, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to his comforting body.

"I'm sorry, it's just last time I really got into my video games was before the making of Spider-man. I guess it was just too addicting for me to put down, but I am very sorry." He kisses my forehead.

I shift my body so that we're facing each other now. "Fine I forgive you, but only because I don't really have a choice."

He lets out a gasp, pretending to be hurt. "You don't have a choice? Well, will it make you feel better if I admitted that you are way more interesting than those computer zombies? I can't have my baby mad at me forever."

I giggle as his head buries in my neck and he begins to place sloppy kisses on my neck, tickling me slightly.

"Alright, alright! No lie, I forgive you." I say and he lifts his head from the current spot.

"Thank you, now I must continue this." He kisses my lips before picking up his controller and starting his game.

I couldn't get upset with him now though since I was in my happy place at the moment- cuddled in my loyal boyfriend's arms.

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A little cringe-worthy and I'm sorry, but I'd like to let you all know that these imagines will start off short and simple. Throughout writing them though, they will begin to become longer and more detailed. Much love!