Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Are You Jealous?

Request: Hi, can I request an imagine where the reader is Tom's gf and she is jealous of Tom/Harrison friendship, and when they found out they tease her about it? It's ok if you don't want to write it:) btw I LOVED the girl across the hall part 2, I love your writing!

Pairing: Tom Holland + Reader

Warnings: Jealous!Reader and, yup, you guess it, FLUFF also a couple of sexual innuendos

Notes: again, sorry this took so long :-(

It's no secret to anyone how close Tom and Harrison are, they're basically attached at the hip. They had been together through everything before and after Tom's fame, Harrison being his biggest confidant. But, then you came along, it didn't alter their friendship – nor did Harrison dislike you. In fact, he loved you. He thought you were perfect for Tom. Having you there just reassured him that if ever there were a time he couldn't be there for Tom, he knew Tom would still have you.

Your relationship with Tom was filled with jokes and taunting, your relationship reflecting on the first day you met. You had worked at a Starbucks that Tom and Harrison had just decided to come across, as soon as Tom had left he knew he regretted not asking for your number. Harrison dragged him back only a few hours later (a few hours because Tom needed time to think of something to say to you). When he walked through the door and saw you at the counter he walked up to you before his confidence disappeared. He reached you at the counter – your back facing him as you wiped down the counters behind you. He looked to Harrison for support, only giving him a thumbs-up. He cleared his throat causing you to turn around. You smiled softly before walking back to the register.

"Can I help you?" Your breathing was hollow but you tried to maintain a steady rhythm. Tom freaking Holland was standing here – for the second time.

"Um, I just wanted to say that I, uh –," his eyes drifted back to Harrison, only receiving an eyeroll and nod of his head. He turned to you again, seeing your eyebrows slightly raised, "I – uh, forgot to ask for something with my order earlier."

"Oh," you said, reaching to grab an empty cup, "what did you forget to ask for?" You could see the color in Tom's face drain, the only prominent color in him being red.

"I forgot to ask for your number." Then you saw his right eye drop into what you assumed was meant to be a wink. You laughed lightly, your breathing going back to normal as you took in how embarrassed Tom was at his lame attempt to flirt with you. You giggled a little but tried to cover it with a cough as you saw Tom's face fall slightly.

"Well, tell you what," you picked up the cup again and began writing your number on it along with your name, "I'm going to go ahead and give it to you – something tells me that me that it took you awhile to come up with that one." He looked up, a smile finally gracing his features as he let out a laugh, too.

"Honestly, I've been rehearsing that since I walked out of here the first time four hours ago," he grabbed your cup and not fifteen minutes later you received a phone call from Tom asking if you were busy that night – not at all worried about whether he sounded eager or not.

Although you and Tom had a new relationship, you had enjoyed every passing second within the two months of it. As stated, your relationship with Tom was based on joking and teasing, but you both knew your boundaries. When either of you weren't feeling up to the taunting, the other's focus was comforting the other. And today was just one of those days for you – unfortunately, Harrison was visiting Tom in the states during Tom's break. Not that you minded Harrison being around, but whenever Harrison was around the teasing became two against one – which wouldn't bother you, if you were feeling up to it. You were a little homesick, stressed over your finals and just looking for some time with Tom.

You became to become slightly irritated when Harrison and Tom began flinging themselves against each other – since you had been trying to spare a few minutes alone with Tom, whether it be trying to hold his hand or even have your arms brushing against each other, Harrison had (playfully) been pulling him away from you, claiming Tom as his. Your irritation became apparent when you all sat down for lunch.

"You've been awfully quiet, (Y/N)," you looked up upon hearing Harrison's voice, "are you jealous that I've gotten Tom all to myself today?" He winked at you before draping his arm around Tom's shoulders, Tom playfully snuggling into Harrison's side. You rolled your eyes, before looking at your menu again.

"You both can have each other for all I care." You heard both of their laughter, your insecurity peaking through as you looked toward the exit of the diner – wondering if you should just leave.

"Aw, little (Y/N)'s jealous. Should we give her a reason to be jealous, Haz?" You looked at Tom, frowning slightly when he flashed you a taunting smirk.

"I'm not in the mood, guys." Tom looked at you with a bewildered look, only to have Harrison laugh a little harder.

"Wait, are you really jealous?" You looked at Tom, then back down at the menu while mumbling a barely audible 'maybe'. "Baby," you felt the seat next to you dip as Tom settled next to you in the booth, "baby, look at me." His hand cupped your chin as he turned your face toward him, his frowned deepened when he saw your eyes slightly water. "Darling, are you really jealous?"

"(Y/N), it's not my fault Tom loves me-,"

"Harrison! Shut up, leave us alone for a minute." Harrison took in your sad expression, his face softening before standing, announcing he was going to the restroom, then leaving after having placed a kiss on top of your head. "Baby, what's wrong?"

You shook your head before looking at him, "It's stupid." He gave you a pointed look, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth urging you to continue. "I'm just having a bad day – I'm stressed and homesick and I miss you even when you're here. I just wanted some time with you after us having such busy schedules." He smiled sadly at you before leaning in to kiss you fully, you reacting immediately, disregarding the fact that you both were in a public place. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you brought him closer to you. He groaned slightly into your mouth as your teeth grazed his bottom lip.

"Baby, if you want me, I'm all yours. I'll tell Harrison to fuck off." He smiled at your laughter, the sound pushing him to kiss you again – softer this time.

"No, no, it's fine," you rested your head against Tom's shoulder. "But, if you wanted to, you could tell him to fuck off tomorrow." He laughed loudly before kissing your shoulder, nodding in agreement.