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169. Tom Holland | Watch Mojo

By : celebrities-imagines | Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem reader

Summary: Tom defends you from the paparazzi.

Warnings: None

Words: 0.9k

"Have a good rest of your day," the waitress said giving Tom a big smile.

You rolled your eyes at the heart eyes she was giving him but you couldn't entirely blame her.

"Miss," Tom called and she spun back around as if awaiting his call, giving him hopeful eyes.

"Yes," she said her voice sickly sweet.

Again you couldn't blame her for how enticed she was by the charming British actor, but you were still slightly annoyed that she had been giving him googly eyes the whole dinner.

"Do you have a back exit, he said," warily eyeing the growing size of paparazzi, waiting for you two to finish dinner.

"I'm sorry we don't," she said disappointed that's all he wanted.

Tom looked dejected by the thought of having to walk into the crowd especially with you. Normally he would be okay with it if it was just him, but the paparazzi tended to push you around, on purpose or not, didn't matter, you were still slightly afraid of them; even if you wouldn't admit it.

"I'm okay Tommy," you said, placing a reassuring hand on his.

"Is that all then?" The waitress asked, her sugar like voice had seemed to disappear at the sight of you showing Tom affection.

"Yes, thank you," Tom said, eyes scanning (y/e/c) ones, trying to find your true feelings.

She walked away from the table. Tom out his phone and put it up to his ear.

"Tommy what are you doing," you asked.

"I'm just calling the bodyguard he's only a few minutes away and-" You took the phone from his hand.

"I'm fine, the hotel isn't too far away, you said, trying to convince yourself as well. Please, Tommy, this is part of your job we can't run from them forever, you said tugging his arm towards the door.

"Alright, he said knowing this wasn't an argument he would win. I just don't like how close and pushy they get," he placed a kiss on your head."

"I love you," you said bopping his nose.

"I love you too, he said, doing the same to you. "Now go sign a napkin for that poor girl," you giggled pulling a pen out of your purse.

He ran over signed the napkin, gave it to the waitress, whose sugary voice had returned, and walked back to you.

Tom grabbed onto your hand and held it tight. "Don't let go okay," if anyone hurts you I'll kick their asses.

"Alright tough guy lets go, you said grabbing his hand tighter, the comment making you feel safer from the giant crowd that was looming outside. Tom was in front of you and the second he opened the door you could hear the cameras flashing and the people screaming.

"(Y/n), Tom, overhear." "Tom, (Y/n), how was dinner?"

Tom's grip on your hand tightened as they swarmed closer to you. Neither of you showed your faces or answered any questions. They continued to follow you as you got closer to the hotel. You held onto Tom's hand as tight as possible until suddenly you were being pulled away from him. A paparazzo had grabbed onto your arm to get a better picture of you, causing you to stumble backwards and lose grip of Tom's hand. You shrieked and Tom immediately realized the emptiness where your hand once was. He spun around fists clenched to see which paparazzo had grabbed you.

"How dare you! What is wrong with you, you asshole, Tom said getting in the guys face, who had since let go of you and shoved you to the side; he was now trying to snap pictures of the angry Tom Holland.

"I'm just doing my job, which you two are making quiet difficult, the man shot back.

Toms's face was as red as a tomato as he shouted at the other man. Without any warning Tom's shouting had ceased, instead his fist connected with the man's face, causing you to shriek at him.

A roar of anger came from the other paparazzi. "What is wrong with you?" One of them shouted at Tom.

Tom faced them, face still red and knuckles slightly bruised and mocking the other guy said, "I'm just doing my job," grabbed your hand and pulled you away.

"Thomas, you said but he continued to speed walk towards the hotel, ignoring you.

"Thomas, you said stopping dead in your tracks, letting go of his hand.

"What, he said turning around to face you, a vein in his head practically popping out.

"That was the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me," you said running into his arms.

It took him a minute to process what was happening but eventually, he returned the hug. "Anything for you love. They had no right, besides I was just doing my job as a good boyfriend," he said a smug smile on his face. "Peter Parker who," you said laughing.

He smiled at you and then all of a sudden his eyes lit up. "What if we get on WatchMojo (Y/n), like Top 10 celebrity fights with the paparazzi," he said excitement filling his voice.

You rolled your eyes, "so that's why you really did it, to get on your favorite YouTube channel, huh?" You said raising your eyebrows at him.

"No of course not, that's just a bonus," he said nudging you.

"Come on Tommy lets go back to the hotel and nap; I think this has been enough action for one day, you said before grabbing his hand, and walking back to the hotel in peace, well that is of course besides Tom's rant on how he would be on WatchMojo.