Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

My Love - TH

YALL WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW? First, it looks like Peter is in ITALY, so he's taking a fucking European holiday or something? And now he's being blasted by a huge wave??? I need answers.

I'm going to publish the rest of the pregnancy series soon, I just need to finish writing it😂

So this fluff has a dual purpose- to update something, and to distract me from the fact that my uterus is trying to murder me. Seriously, my cramps are killing me, I'm dying.

Also last night it was like eleven thirty and I was watching Iron Man in bed, and the screen flashed black for a second and I saw my own reflection and idk but I thought it was someone in my room and I yelped and jumped out of bed then tripped on a book. So yeah. I'm typical Harrison fashion... #div.

I lay in bed, the covers in a bunch around my waist. Lazily rolling over, I yawned, blindly reaching around the bedside table for my phone.

Opening it up, I scrolled through Instagram, sitting up farther in the bed. Looking down at the large lump next to me, all that was visible was Tom's unruly mess of morning hair.

He snored lightly through his nose, the mass of duvet rising and falling with every breath. Chuckling slightly, I ruffled the curls, watching him turn over. His chocolate eyes fluttered open, as he stared up and me, a smile creeping onto his face.

"G'morning," he mumbled, reaching a hand up,  lightly stroking my cheek with the pads of his thumb.

"Morning sleepy head," I giggled, holding his thumb against my face for a while longer. I lowered it to my mouth, placing a gentle kiss on it.

He leaned up a bit, pecking my forehead. Slumping against my shoulder, he held my waist lovingly.

"Please don't tell me we have to get up?" He pleaded, playing with a stray lock of my hair. I looked down at him, smirking.

"No darling, we don't have to get up," I reached for the remote control, turning on the tv. "We can stay in for as long as we want."

"That's the kind of news I'm looking for," he smiled.

"What d'you wanna watch?"

"I don't care," he whispered into my collarbone, beginning to place a trail of tiny kissed along it. "It's your choice my love."

I simpered down at him. He knows it's my favourite when he calls me his love. Clicking off  the television, I wiggled down the bed frame so I was lying again. Nestling myself in his arms, I dug my head into his neck.

"I choose you Tommy."

Oof that was really short. But I haven't updated in forever so.....🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, I just want to thank you all for getting this to six thousand! I can't believe it, that's so much😂 so thanks😍😘

If anyone wants to do like a q and a in the comments, I'd totally be up for that! I am VERY BORED RIGHT NOW SO IF ANYONE WANTS TO DISTRACT ME I'D BE VERY THANKFUL😊