hiii! how are you?
i wanted to request something with tom holland and zendaya as parents? maybe them going out with baby!reader and toddler brothers to a very crowded place and being spotted by the paps and them trying to protect their little family from the cameras.
sorry if the grammar is bad! english is not my first lenguage, have a good day 💗
The family of five get to a restaurant. Zendaya keeps a good grip on both of their sons' hands while Tom holds their one year old daughter.
"People." Y/N comments, looking around the busy restaurant.
"Yeah. Yeah, lots of people, love." Tom acknowledges. They walk up to the host stand after the people in front of them are led to a table.
"Hello, how many?" The hostess asks.
"Five." Zendaya answers.
"Outside or inside table?"
"Outside?" Tom quietly asks and Zendaya nods. "Outside, please."
"Do you need a high chair?" The hostess asks.
"Oh, yes, please." Zendaya nods.
The hostess gets two normal menus and three kid menus before leading them outside and to a table. She puts the menus on the table and walks away, the family sitting down. The hostess returns with a high chair.
"Thank you." Tom tells her and she smiles and nods, leaving. "There you go, love." He puts Y/N in the high chair.
"No." She whines, holding her arms out to her dad.
"Baby, you eat in the high chair." Tom says.
"You." Y/N pouts, making grabby hands.
"Okay, but when we get our food, you're going in the high chair." Tom says, taking her out and placing her on his lap. Zendaya sits across from Tom and the boys sit between their parents.
They all figure out what they want and order and eventually get their food. Tom puts Y/N in the high chair and helps her deal with her food, cutting it up small enough for her to eat.
"Remember to chew." Tom warned her as she began to eat. The two boys calmed down enough, both immediately digging into their food.
They're in the middle of their meal when they can hear distant clicking. Tom ignores it, not thinking anything of it at first. The clicks continue to be heard and even get closer. Zendaya glances around, spotting the six paparazzis.
"Tom." She quietly says.
"Hmm?" He looks up at her. She glances in the direction of the people and Tom looks over, spotting them. "Are you fucking..." Tom whispers to himself, shutting his eyes in annoyance.
"Tom, just... just stay calm." Zendaya says.
"Can they never just leave us alone?" Tom hisses. "We have our kids."
"I know. I know. Just... just stay calm. For them." Zendaya motions to the three children. "Hey, buddy, why don't you put your hood up?" She suggests to her son sitting to her right.
"Why?" He asks.
"Just do it, please." Zendaya tells him. The eight year old gives her a weird, confused look, but does as told. "Thank you."
"C'mere, baby." Tom gets up and moves Y/N's high chair to the other side of his chair so her back is to the paps. "There we go." He kisses her on the head before sitting back down.
"Full." Y/N says, glancing at her mostly empty high chair table.
"Okay. That's cool. You sure you're finished?" He asks and she nods. She holds her arms out to Tom and he takes her. He sits her on his lap so her back is still to where the paparazzi are. "You want your milk?" He asks, grabbing her sippy cup.
Y/N nods, taking the cup from him and downing a few gulps.
"Can I put my hood up?" Their five year old asks.
"Yeah. Yeah, of course, sweetie." Zendaya says and he puts his jacket hoodie up.
"Why do we need these on?" Their oldest questions.
"Just... just to protect you from the cold." Tom says.
"It's not cold." The oldest argues.
"It-- it's a bit nippy, no?" Tom asks, looking at Zendaya for help.
"We'll explain later, baby. Okay?"
"Fine." The oldest mumbles, eating another bite of his food.
They manage to finish their meal and Tom pays as soon as possible, the family leaving after.
"Now can you explain?" Their oldest asks while they get in the car, Zendaya buckling Y/N up. Zendaya sighs, shutting the back door and walking over, getting in the passenger seat. She and Tom share a silent conversation and she nods.
"Okay." Tom sighs, turning around in his seat to look at his children, mostly just talking to his sons. "You two remember when we told you guys about how people take unwanted pictures of us and other people who have jobs like ours, right?"
"Yeah." The eight year old nods. Their second son takes a moment to think before nodding.
"Well, a few of those people were across the street from the restaurant earlier. And we made you wear your hoods so that hopefully they weren't able to capture your face -- at least very well. Same reason I moved Y/N's high chair."
"Why can't they see our faces?" The oldest asks.
"We just don't want you guys exploited all over the internet. Yes, we post you guys on social media occasionally, but there, we get to decide which photos are posted. You shouldn't be photographed while just trying to eat dinner." Zendaya explains.
"Yeah, we were just trying to protect you guys." Tom states. "So, what do you say we just go home, take some baths, and then watch a movie or two until bedtime?"
"Yeah!" The five year old excitedly nods and grins making his parents smile.
"Okay." The eight year old nods.
"Y/N/N?" Zendaya calls. "Movie?"
"Mobie!" Y/N cheers, clapping.
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