Tom Holland Imagines

20 | Unfair

*Spoilers for IW but what else is new XD*

"THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND!" you shouted loudly through your and Tom's shared apartment. With your phone in your hand, you stomped out of the bedroom where you had spent your entire day. Without knocking, you barged into the bathroom where you found your boyfriend of five years on the toilet with his own phone in his hand. 

"Jesus Christ, Y/N!" he exclaimed, almost dropping his phone to the tiled floor. 

"What the hell is this?" You held your phone in his face. 

"...Me?" he questioningly asked. 

"Yeah, what the hell?!" you continued. 

Tom sighed, locking his phone and handing it to you before getting off the toilet and flushing whatever he had left there. After washing his hands, he turned to you, placing his fists on his hips. "What's wrong with it?" 

"Why is it black and white? Do you want to shatter my heart? And that freaking video!" you rambled, flailing your hands through the air. Tom quickly fished his phone back and stuffed it in his pocket before it ended up flying through the room. 

"Y/N, it's a movie. No matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere. You know that right?" he asked. 

"Yeah, I know that. But you and Peter are very different people and if he is going to suffer, so am I!" you pouted, crossing your arms. 

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't laugh! I cried my eyes out at Infinity War, Endgame will freaking destroy me." You punched his arm. 

"I'm sorry, darling. I know how you feel about Peter." He placed his hands on your waist while you kept yours crossed. 

"He is my son and I will protect him with everything I have. Even if that means starting a riot at Marvel because I'll do it," you stated.

"I don't doubt you will," Tom agreed, nodding his head. "My mum just texted, they're on their way. Maybe you should go change." 

"They're on their way?! Why didn't you tell me?" you questioned frantically, already letting go and rushing to the bedroom to change out of your pyjamas, which consisted of a pair of Tom's sweatpants and your Midtown High t-shirt. 

You hopped around on one foot as you fought your way into your skinny jeans when Tom entered again. "Shit," he muttered. 

"What?" you asked, falling onto the bed to pull the end of your jeans' pants over your heel. 

"I messed up the caption," he said, starting to frantically type. 

"What was it supposed to be? Was 'No Words' not emotional enough?" you sarcastically asked. 

He sent you an annoyed look before he finished editing his post. "Can I see?" you asked. 

"Nope. You have your own phone. I'm gonna set the table." He sent you a grin that you loved and hated at the same time. You huffed before you quickly finished getting ready. 

Tom's family was coming over for dinner, something you did every time he was back home from filming. But you being the person that you were spent the entire day in bed watching TV shows and forgot the time. 

You took your phone and went to Tom's Instagram page, clicking on his most recent post, which was a black and white photo of Peter Parker in his Spider-Man suit but without the mask. You read the caption and giggled to yourself. He had changed it to 'One Month'. How creative.

One more month until Avengers: Endgame was going to be released. It had been a year since you had watched Peter Parker die on the big screen and you still weren't over it. Tom hadn't warned you so it had come completely out of the blue. You had never seen it coming simply because Peter was still very new to the MCU and you didn't think in the slightest that he was going to get killed off. 

You exited the bedroom and walked into the kitchen, where Tom had kind of set the table, but you instantly noticed he had missed the cutlery and the glasses. 

He was on the couch with Tessa, scrolling through his phone. "Tom," you stated plainly, a soft sigh escaping with your words. 

"Y/N," he mocked your tone. 

"You call this setting the table?" you questioned, taking the glasses from the cupboard and putting them beside the plates. 

"I thought I'd leave you something to do as well," he replied. 

"You're a real dick sometimes, you know that, right?" you giggled. 

"Yeah, but I'm your dick," he replied but quickly realised his choice of words. 

"Wanna rephrase that?" You laughed. 

"Yeah, definitely," he agreed. You giggled before walking over to press a kiss to his lips and dropping yourself beside him. 

***

It was six days later and you had kinda restored after the black and white pictures, but then Marvel decided to release an even bigger thing. An entire new trailer. 

"Y/N, I'm serious. Calm down!" Tom was laughing his ass off on the couch as you were frantically pacing around the room while holding your phone. 

"How could they do this? Tony's gonna die, isn't he?" you asked him. 

"I don't know, love. Come sit down." He had so much trouble containing his laughter and it was annoying you. 

"You must know something. What have you been filming? Have you filmed any scenes that didn't end up being in Infinity War?" you asked, hovering over him. 

He grinned. "You and I both know that I cannot tell you even if I knew something." He grabbed your waist and sat you down on his thighs. 

You crossed your arms after tossing your phone on the spot next to him. "Wanna watch Homecoming?" Tom asked. 

You stayed quiet for another five seconds before you answered, "Yeah."