𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Cute When You're Angry

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

https://www.tumblr.com/lnfours/724321216181239808/from-your-prompt-47-52-and-67?source=share

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → period?

Summary → The boys raided your chocolates and Tom came with bearing gifts.

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You had moved in with the boys about a year or so ago. They were looking for another housemate, and your pre-existing friendship with them just made everything fall into place.

However, you didn't really know what you were signing up for. Of course, there was the usual occasion of stealing someone else's food or using someone else's mug when they made tea, but this was a whole new level.

They had raided your side of the pantry and stole your secret stash of chocolate, the one you kept on hand for... emergencies.

And right now, you really were craving a Snickers bar. But alas, they were all gone.

You stormed into the living room with the empty container in hand. The boys turned white at your angry expression.

"What the hell?!"

Everyone pointed at one another, trying to pin the blame on someone else. Your gaze shifted to Tom.

"You were the only one I told about the secret stash," you said, "You're such a blabbermouth Tom!"

Everyone else stifled laughs as Tom softly chuckled, "I'm sorry, darling. Do you want me to run to the store and get some more?"

You huffed, dropping your arms in defeat, "No. Just.. don't touch my stuff!" Your voice a bit wavering.

Everyone nodded, mentally taking note not to mess with your chocolate stash ever again. You made your way up to your room, crawling back into bed with your heating pad. After a good 20 minutes or so, there was a soft knock on your door.

"Come in," you mumbled, pausing the TV. You sat up when Tom opened the door, a small plastic bag in one hand and in the other was one of his mugs, steam pouring from the top.

"I come bearing gifts," he said, setting the bag on the bed and placing the mug on the coaster that sat on top of the nightstand, "as an apology."

You looked over at the mug, picking it up and giving it a whiff. You looked up at him, "Peppermint tea?"

He shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I read that peppermint helps with cramps, and I saw you chase some Midol down with your coffee this morning so..."

You nodded, taking a small sip, "Thanks."

He nodded back at you, dumping the plastic bag onto the bed, "I also, uhm, got you a bunch of chocolate. I know you had Snickers and Kit Kats in there, but I couldn't remember what else so I just got a little bit of everything."

You smiled, "Thank you, Tom. You really didn't have to, I could've grabbed some more tomorrow when I go out."

"I know I've always said that you're cute when you're angry," he smiled, "but you also get a little bit scary."

You laughed, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I shouldn't have told the others where your stuff was," he smiled, looking over at the TV, "Halloweentown? You know it's almost the beginning of August, right?"

You nodded, "Just getting in the spirit."

He nodded towards the pillows, "Scoot."

You made room for him on the bed, him joining you under the covers.

"Can we cuddle?" you asked softly, grabbing the remote to unpause the movie. He smiled brightly back at you, lifting his arm up as you nuzzled into his side. He grabbed the heating pad, wrapping it around your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

"Better?"

You nodded, "Much. Thank you."

He played with your hair gently as you watched the movie. It wasn't an unusual thing for the two of you to do. Over the last couple of months, you found yourselves staying in each other's rooms, cuddling more, and just overall not wanting to be without the other.

He was falling for you. And you were falling for him, too.

Your eyelids were getting heavy as he drew circles softly onto your arm with his thumb. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, your eyes opening as you turned to look over at him.

"Hmm?" you hummed in question.

"Go to sleep, love. It's okay."

You sighed contently, "Stay with me?"

His heart burst at your question, "If you stop being so cute."

"But that's why you like me," you mumbled against the material of his shirt. He chuckled softly, "Because you're cute."

He nodded, his lips pressing against the top of your head, "You're right, love. You're exactly right."

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