Tom Holland Imagines

Flour Query | Tom Holland

Imagine #3
Part Two of "Peaceful & Small"

Y/F/N: Your Friend's Name

Word Count: 715

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"Tom stop!" I'm a giggling mess as he places butterfly kisses down my neck, his adorable laughing vibrating on me. His muscular arms hold a tight enough grip on me to not be able to escape.

"You said no to letting me help you with baking the muffins, I had to get you back somehow." He shrugs with a smile, standing us back up straight.

My hand hits his arm playfully, "And of course you decided to go with tickling me to death, but you can help me I guess. Under one condition- you follow my rules and no starting a food fight...again."

"Yes ma'am!" He salutes like little child.

I gather all the ingredients we'll need for it since I decided to make them from scratch. Tom stands in the middle of the kitchen watching as I go back and forth to the pantry and the fridge.

"All right, first step, grab the bowl and pour in the flour. I'll lead you through it and you just do whatever I tell you to do. Got it? Get it? Good." I state, not even letting Tom respond.

The two of us get through getting the batter ready within twenty minutes and I'm surprised to see that Tom didn't cause a food fight between the both of us. In the end we concluded with only a small amount of flour on the counter and only a little bit of oil split on the floor. I made sure to wipe up the oil though since I didn't want one of us to slip and fall, of course.

"Set it on the rack and close the oven." I instruct to the curious young man as he carefully places the muffin pan on the bottom rack inside the oven. "Now, we'll just wait twenty-five minutes."

As I begin to place some of the ingredients back in their original spot, a white powder hits my right arm. I turn only to feel some more powder to hit me straight in the face, my fingers swiping the flour that landed on my eye lids.

"I thought we agreed to no food fights, Tommy?" I huff as I stare at him, his hand sliding back down in the flour bag.

"I never really agreed though, Y/N." He smirks before throwing some more, this time it landing on my shirt I was currently wearing.

"That's it," I smirk, grabbing the other bag of flour and using it as my weapon too.

By now the whole kitchen was covered in flour. It almost seemed as if it was snowing inside since all the flour was beginning to float around in the air.

"Put me down!" I squeal as Tom picks me up, not giving me a chance to attack him with more flour. His laugh echoes in my ear, but we soon stop once the oven beeps, signaling that the muffins were finished. He places me on the ground and I go to get them out, the muffins actually looking delicious and warm.

"Hey Y/N, come look at my beautiful and skilled art." Tom smiles happily at me.

I set the muffins down on a cooling mat and go over to stand beside him. My eyes widen, doing a double take to the writing in that was written in the flour on the marble counter.

Y/N = Girlfriend?

My eyes tear up and my hand clasp over my mouth, muffed sobs escaping from me. Tom stares at me anxiously and I knew I couldn't keep him waiting too long before he thought something was wrong.

"Hell yes I will!" I chuckle excitedly, my arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. We break apart, a wide grin forming on those soft plump lips of his.

"I'm so glad Y/F/N set us up two months ago," He whispers then pulls me back in for another kiss.

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My bad for making it short, but like I said before- my imagines will be short and simple for now until I get the hang of things.

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Much love!