Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Will You Draw Me?

Request: Hey, if it's not too much to ask, I would like to request an imagine where Tom is in love with a reader who is an artist and loves to paint and has an overactive imagination and gets really excited about life, which he finds adorable:) She is also kinda oblivious to his attempts to impress her because she's daydreamy and finally he gets frustrated and blurts that he's in love with her haha. Thank you so much:) I love your writing btw.

Pairing: Tom Holland + Reader

Warnings: Fluff and frustrated Tom and me being a horrible writer

"Stop fidgeting, Holland!" You laughed loudly as Tom brought his hand up to his hair again to push it back, him flashing me another silly face with his eyes crossed. He laughed back as you playfully rolled your eyes at him. "You're taking forever!" You looked away from your canvas, putting the paintbrush down as you gave him an exasperated look, "Maybe if you'd stop moving I'd actually finish."

He finally managed to sit still, the bowl of fruit balanced on his lap as he patiently waited for you to finish, a small smile on his face. Boy, was he going to be pissed when he realized you were only painting the fruit and had him sit there for shits and giggles. "Done!" You stifled your laugh as Tom excitedly put the bowl on the counter behind him and walked up to the painting, completely losing it as soon as his jaw slackened and he lightly shoved you.

"I'm not even in the painting! I sat there for almost three hours!"

"I needed someone to hold the bowl! You were very nice to look at." You didn't notice the light blush that crept onto Tom's cheeks as he muttered a small 'whatever', before commenting that, despite him not being in it, it still looked very beautiful.

"Kind of like you." You rolled your eyes while laughing. "I'm serious! Why paint when people can just look at you?"

"Tom, you're an idiot." You ignored the slight burning of your cheeks, knowing Tom was just being himself. "Can we go to the park? I want to get some new sketches – for inspiration. I might even draw you, for once." He rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time before extending his hand to you, wordlessly agreeing to accompany you.

The park was only a short fifteen-minute walk – it would have been six minutes but you stopped every time you saw a butterfly or a bee on a flower, not that Tom minded. You hadn't realized how much he had to put up with when it came to you, and how much he never seemed to mind. "Do I ever annoy you?" He looked at you questioningly as you both sat on an empty bench. "Like, do you ever get tired of me having to draw, well, everything? Like just now, it took literally twice the time to get here because my attention span is the size of a peanut." He smiled before throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You're stupid... and cute. You could never annoy me." "Never ever?" He shook his head and looked down at you with a wide smile, "Never ever!" You smiled back at him before leaning up to peck his cheek. Tom smiled to himself as he looked at you look at everything else. He looked at the way you clutched the pencil in your hand and you concentrated on one thing before your eyes drifted to something else that came into your view. He looked down at your sketch pad to see a series of leaves and dogs and faces of different people before his attention drifted back to your face. He cleared his throat, nervously bring his hand up to his neck as he scratched at it. "So, (Y/N), I was wondering, if you, you know, wanted to get some coffee with me tomorrow afternoon?"

Your eyes stayed trained on the child on the bicycle as you nodded your head, "Sure, is Harrison coming too? He owes me fifteen bucks." You failed to notice the exasperated look on Tom's face as he looked at you incredulously. This was the fourth time in the past two months Tom has attempted to ask you out, having it flown right above your head and thinking he meant platonically, so far his ego had prevented him from trying to make you understand he wanted to kiss you instead of give you a high-five – but this was the fourth time and his patience was running thin.

"Jesus Christ, you're not actually this bloody oblivious, are you?!" His voice rose with each word, causing you to look at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean?" Tom's arms flew up above his head, he shot up from the bench and paced in front of you.

"What do I mean? Well, hell, I don't even know anymore! I've asked you out four times now, as in non-platonically. But, you either are fucking repulsed by the idea and don't know how to let me down easy or you are literally oblivious. So, please, spare my sanity and tell me which it is." You smiled sadly at him, standing up in front of him and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms went around your shoulders as he visibly became less tense.

"The second one." "Huh?" You looked up at him and smiled, "The second one – I'm oblivious, Tommy. I'm sorry." He smiled back at you and shrugged his shoulders. "Ask me again." "Ask you what?" It was your turn to roll your eyes in exasperation, "Ask me to get coffee with you."

He laughed lightly before leaning down to peck your cheek. "Would you do me the honor of accompanying me on a coffee date tomorrow?"

"Give me a real kiss, and I'll consider it." You both laughed as Tom wasted no time leaning in to kiss you fully on the mouth, a content sigh escaping both of you.

"Will you draw me now?" You laughed as you pulled away to grab your sketch book, flipping to the first few pages and showing him the many sketched of Tom's face and hands and him in his Spidey suit. He looked down at the drawings in awe, his eyes drifting up to meet yours again.

"I already have... several times." And he wasted no time again, bringing you in for another kiss.