𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Sundays

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer lnfours on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/lnfours/713714510628864000/sundays-th?source=share

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → cursing (bc it’s Tom, duh), tooth rotting, gut wrenching fluff.

Summary → Nothing is better than Sundays.

        ✧･ﾟ: *✧≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫✧･ﾟ: *✧

It was the small things Tom did that made you fall more and more in love with him everyday.

For instance, he was a morning person. He enjoyed getting up early and getting his daily workout in when the sun was coming up. However, before he’d leave for the morning, he’d make sure to let Tessa out so she didn’t wake you. He’d make sure to stay quiet while getting dressed and ready to go to the gym, plus he’d tuck the blankets back around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead. This was his silent way of saying ‘see you when I get back’.

He knew you worked a lot and how exhausted you were from working all the time while he had the advantage of being off of work for a few months at a time. He doesn’t mind that you like to sleep in a little later, he knew from the moment he met you that you weren’t really a morning person. Especially on weekends.

On his way back this particular sunday morning, he had remembered that he had to stop into town to pick something up for Harry. As he was walking down the street, he remembered to make his weekly trip to the flower shop to find a bouquet of flowers for your vase in the kitchen.

“Tom! Good morning!” The owner smiled from behind the wooden counter. She was an older lady, you could tell she had been doing this for years. She had the prettiest bouquets, always making sure her best customer got the first pick on sunday mornings.

Yes they were on a first name basis. Yes he went to this flower shop every sunday.

Listen, when you clean the house on sundays, it’s always nice to have a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase on the kitchen island. Plus, it’s the little things, right?

“Morning, Mary,” he smiled, “what’cha got this mornin’?”

She smiled, holding a finger up to him in a silent way of saying ‘just a second’ before she turned around to the little workbench behind her. She turned back around with the bouquet in her hands, the white roses, little bits of lavender and daisies wrapped in a beautiful baby blue paper. He smiled, immediately knowing you’d love them. Mary was the best in the business.

“She’s gonna love ‘em. You’ve got a gift, Mary.” He smiled as she rung him up for the bouquet.

“You tell me everytime, Tom.” She laughed, handing him the receipt.

“That’s because you’re the best in london,” he smiled, “thank you.”

“Anytime,” she smiled, “do me a favor and just marry her already, would ya?”

He let out a laugh, pushing the door open with his back, “working on it, I promise. You’ll be the one to arrange the flowers. Thanks again, see ya next week!”

She laughed, shaking her head as she waved bye to the boy, knowing he was being serious when he said he was working on it.

And when Tom had finally made his way home, he wasn’t surprised that you hadn’t started cleaning yet. It was only 8:30 in the morning and normally you woke up at 9 on weekends, needing that little bit of extra sleep.

He kicked his shoes off at the front door before making his way quietly up the steps, careful not to damage the flowers as he made his way to your shared bedroom. He smiled at your curled up state, head resting against his pillows as Tessa sat at the foot of the bed as if she was guarding you.