Tom Holland Imagines

Paparazzi Protection Part 3

"Fine," you laugh. Tom lets out a huff of breath, and a cloud of flour poofs out making you laugh even harder.

"Stop it!!" he whines. You just shake your head, and plant a quick kiss on his lips.

"Your lips taste like flour," Tom comments. You snort, a puff of flour coming from your nose which makes you laugh.

"I'm going to go get changed," you say. Tom shakes his head.

"Wait!! We gotta get a picture!" he exclaims. You rolls your eyes, but he pulls out his phone, pulling you in by the waist, and snaps a selfie.

"Perfect!! I'll put the cookies in the oven!" he calls after you. You shake your head with a laugh.

You throw your hair up into a towel, and put on a pair of shorts and one of his shirts that went past the hem of the shorts before heading downstairs. Tom is all cleaned off, sitting with his wet hair, and shirtless on the counter. You blink a few times, before shaking your head. That man needed to give you a warning before he just walked around shirtless, with his hair like that.

"Hey hot stuff," you laugh. Tom looks up from his phone, and wiggles his brows. He puts his phone down, and hops off the counter. His arms swiftly go around your waist, and dip you back into a kiss. You yelp at the movement, and his tongue darts into your mouth, as he kisses you deeply.

"Woah, what was that for?" you ask, as he pulls you back to your feet. He laughs.

"Do I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?" he replies with a shrug. You laugh, going over to grab a cookie off the tray.

"Oh look!!" he exclaims, grabbing his phone and coming by you. He shows you the screen. It's the picture of both of you covered in flour captioned i messed up the cookies...

You laugh, happy to see it had tons of likes. Guess that meant not tons of people hated you.

But then you saw the top comment, and your heart sunk a bit.

@heyitsy/n shouldn't you be the one in the kitchen? That's where women belong

You're taken aback by the harsh comment, and Tom seems to notice it.

"What the heck?" Tom cries, pulling away from you. He quickly deletes it, setting his phone aside, before turning back to you.

"Hey, you good darling?" he asks. You give a simple nod. It was just some dumb guy on the internet.

"Come 'ere princess," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. You tuck your head under his chin.

"Why don't I go get us some ice cream, and we can make cookie sundaes?" Tom suggests. Your eyes light up, and you look up at him.

"Really!?" you exclaim excitedly. He laughs.

"Of course. I'll put a shirt on and head out," he says. You smile brightly planting a kiss on his lips. He laughs, and goes to find a shirt. You sit back and think. Maybe you could go with him? It's not like everytime you guys went out something bad happened. And you really missed going outside.

"Hey babe!" you call to Tom as he plops down the stairs

"Yeah love?" he asks, running a hand through his hair.

"Could I come?" you ask. Tom freezes in his tracks and looks at you for a few seconds.

"I mean yeah sure. Are you sure you want to though?" he asks. You shrug.

"I can't just hide inside all day, you know?" you reply. He nods, going to put his shoes on.

"That's fine by me," he replies. You can tell the gears are turning in his brain, but you decide to leave it alone, as you throw on a sweatshirt of his, along with your tennis shoes before heading out.