Tom Holland Imagines

Christmas special #3: Baking cookies

A/N: Finished in time for day three yay!! Happy December 3rd! 

You woke up this morning more excited than you had the last couple of weeks. This excitement had followed you through the whole day. Now it's four pm and Tom is about to get to your apartment to start baking the cookies. The first thing that's made it to your Christmas pact list. You had bought all the ingredients and Tom had suggested he'd bring everything else you'd need to bake from his mum.

The doorbell rings and you press the buzzer to let him in. You take a quick glance in the mirror right next to your door but brush it off. It doesn't really matter what you look like. This is not a date. He's just being nice because you were whining about being homesick yesterday. If anything, he's only being a nice person.

However, you can't stop your heart from beating a little faster as you wait for him to walk up the stairs.
"Hey Y/n", Tom greets you as he reaches your floor.
"Hi", you say. Your heartbeat immediately calms down as you catch glimpse of him. He does have a very weird effect on you.

You let him and whilst he takes off his coat and shoes, you take the bag with all the baking tools and take it to the kitchen.

"So you wanna listen to some Christmas music whilst we start this off?", you ask. Tom comes in and the first thing you notice is the ugly Christmas sweater he's wearing.

"Okay, wow, I'm so jealous of that sweater! It's awesome."

Tom does a little twirl and laughs. "You think so? I think I took it from some photoshoot last year."

You lay out all the ingredients on the kitchen isle whilst Tom opens up the bag he brought. "Do you always take things from other people or do you buy stuff yourself?", you chuckle, referring to the calendar he got from you.

Tom huffs and is about to protest when he realizes he's just putting down a cookie can that has his mums name written on it. You both start to snort with laughter.

"Well, what kinda cookies are we making?", he asks. You start telling him about the cookies your granny usually makes and how you asked her for the recipes the other night. You lay out the recipes you'd written down on the counter and both start to make an individual batter.

"Okay, I'm very sorry, what does this mean?", he eventually asks. You look over and next thing you know you have flour in your face.

"Excuse me?", you say and look at him with a frown on your face. His whole confidence washes away within a second. And another second later he disappears in a cloud of white too. "I was kidding", you joke and his face breaks into a relieved smile.

"Although I'm very sorry that I only have flour on my cheek and I got it all over you."

Tom chuckles but shrugs it off. "it got a little hot in this anyway", he says as he takes off his sweater. You can't help but stare at him. The t-shirt he's wearing underneath rides up a little. Your mind goes crazy for a second before you focus back on the batter. Your first batch is done and you open the oven to put them in.
"I gotta be honest I like the decorating part the best", Tom tells you. "Really?", you ask. "I always kinda hate it."

"Noooo", Tom disagrees. "You can do so much fun stuff. Here look what I brought." He gets out all the colors and other decorations and you have to admit, they do look like they will make the cookies incredibly pretty. Whilst you wait for all the cookies to be done, you sit on the couch together. Tom is currently on the ground in front of your TV, where you had put all your DVDs.

"This is sick you have all the old movies I loved to watch as a kid."

You laugh. "It's kinda lame I know. But I love the feeling of picking out a DVD every now and then instead of scanning Netflix over and over again."

"That's so true and totally not lame", Tom says and gets up again to sit down next to you. "The more you have to pick from the harder it gets."

You then get talking about Toms favorite movies and what made him become an actor in the first place. You notice how he gets really excited and how his eyes light up whilst he talks about what he loves so much. You kinda get why he doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not working for a month.

After a while all the cookies are done and cooled down and the decorating starts. "Tell me again how you love decorating? Your cookies look terrible", you say, laughing.

"Hey, who said you have to be good at everything that you love to do", he says, holding up what could have been a reindeer but looks like a pile of poop with a cherry on top.

"You however are really good at this considering you don't like to do it."

"Well", you say, kinda proud of the glittery Christmas trees you've just finished, "who said you have to love doing everything you're good at."

Tom sprinkles a little glitter on another pile of green poop this time. "What can you do that you love then?", he asks.

You think of the lecture you had yesterday and tell him about it. Eventually you finish all the cookies and pack half of them into the cookie can Tom brought.

"My family will appreciate these so much!", he says excited.

You smile. "Well if you need any more let me know, I'm never gonna finish all these before Christmas on my own", you say looking at all the cookies that are still left on the kitchen counter.

"Don't worry, I'll come by often enough to help you with those", Tom grins.

You feel yourself getting hotter. Suddenly his presence is very obvious to you. You tense up a little but try to calm yourself. Tom however doesn't seem to notice anything. He puts all his stuff back in his bag. By now it had already gotten dark out, the Christmas playlist has started over for the third time and heat the oven has spread throughout your apartment had cooled down.

"Well, I guess I better head home now", he says. You nod and follow him to the door.
"What's happening tomorrow?", you ask, really hoping he isn't sick of you yet.

"I know this amazing place in Covent Garden, they make the most delicious hot cocoas. I thought I'd pick you up and we go there?"

You smile, already excited. "Sounds good", you nod and hug him goodbye.