Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

2: Dog Shopping

I had the hardest time finding a dog. How, when there's so many, can it be so difficult to find the dog I want? Why couldn't I just find a big dog?

I mean, he didn't have to be like the one I had a couple years ago that weighed 140 pounds when perfectly healthy, but he did have to be big.

I sat with Harrison as I tried hard to look. "Why can't I find a big dog?!" I cried as I scrolled through yet another pet adoption web sight.

"If you want a big dog, why don't you go look for Clifford?" Harrison offered, not even looking at me. "I think my neighbors own one just like him."

I almost pulled my hair out. "Very funny."

"Or, how about she looks up?" That was the voice of Harrison's best friend, Tom. Okay, he was also my boyfriend but that sounds funny to say.

And Harrison hasn't been told yet.

I looked up, to see him holding a big puppy. This big puppy was, by the looks of it, going to get bigger. It was also donning a big red bow, and the holder was looking pretty proud.

I gasped and leapt off the couch. "Oh my goodness, he's so cute! It is a he?" I paused and waited for Tom to nod. "He's a he."

I took the puppy from him, shocked at how much he weighed. "What is he?"

Tom shrugged. "He's a mutt, I guess."

I held the mutt up in the air. "Who's a cute boy?"

Tom and Harrison shared looks of amusement.

"Thanks Tom, he's so cute," I placed the mutt on the ground, and he wandered sloppily around the living room. "What should we name him?"

Harrison held up a hand. "There is no 'we'. I take absolutely no part in raising or caring for that mutt."

I gave him a mean look. "Alright Tom, what should we name him?"

Tom smiled at me. "'We?'"

I nodded. "You got him, you help me name him."

I plopped onto the chair next to Tom, and he stared pensively at the mutt, who was now gnawing on Harrison's shoe.

"What about Shoe Destroyer?" Harrison offered sarcastically as he picked up his shoe.

I fake-gagged. "Absolutely not. He needs a good name, which is why you may not partake in the naming process."

Harrison rolled his eyes, then tossed his shoe at Tom, who almost got hit in the face.

"You're paying for your dogs destruction to my shoe. Hey! What about Spider Dog?" Harrison offered again with a cheeky grin. 

Tom grimaced. "Nope."

I smiled at Harrison, who was picking up the mutt and handing him one of the dog toys Tom brought. "You will not be taking part in raising or caring for that mutt, so give him back to Tom or me."

Harrison went, "Blah blah blah."

I had a mild idea. "Let's name him Hades."

Tom made a face. "Really? Why? Tessa and Hades?"

I smiled wider. "It actually has a ring to it. Tessa and Hades."

Harrison seemed to be considering it. "No."

I slumped a bit in the chair. "Alright, how about we name him Throne? Like game of thrones?"

Tom seemed to like that. "Tessa and Throne."

"Uh, why do we keep bringing Tessa into this? It's like you're trying out baby names," Harrison stated, putting the mutt back on the ground.

"They're our babies," I said.

"And you're a dog mama, and he's a dog-"

"Whoa, hold up, what about Fenris?!" I cried.

Tom smiled. "Tessa and Fenris?"

"Alright fine. We have Tessa Thompson, who plays Valkyrie, and we have Fenris, who's Hella's wolf. Thor Ragnorok in this house," Harrison muttered.

I stood up off the couch. "It's all Marvel in this house boys," I said as I picked up Fenris.

He licked my face.

"Yeah, we have Fenris, we have MJ, Zendaya, we have Gwen, Y/N, and I'm SpiderMan-"

"Correction, was SpiderMan. Now you're an adorable, sweet pile of dust on some foreign planet," Harrison sassed.

Tom stuck his tongue out at him.

"Aw, Tom, you make a great pile of dust. 'And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dust!" I sang, and Tom covered his ears.

Harrison found that amusing. "She's still mad at you for your sad lines in infinity war."

Tom grimaced. "How many times have I said I'm sorry?!"

I put my hands on his shoulders. "Not nearly enough."

Tom's hands went to my waist as he smirked. "Must I appologize again?" His tone was slow and seductive, which Harrison picked up on.

His eyes lit up. "Holy shit! Exactly how did he 'say he was sorry?!'"

Both Tom and I burst out laughing.

"I actually do not want to know."