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Request: hiiiii idk if your taking requests or not but i wanted to ask anyway. can you write tom holland fluff where hes rlly grouchy in the morning and doesn't want to do work but when he comes home hes all sorry and clingy and cute... thanks <3
Summary: Tom's anything but a morning person but after a bad morning, he does his best to make it up to you when it gets home
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Tom's phone went off from the nightstand, a very annoying alarm waking the both of you. He was supposed to be going out for a photoshoot, a promotion for something he still had to keep pretty under wraps. Normally, he didn't mind them much. He's humble, sure, but he also has quite the ego and knows he looks good. But, he's also not much of a morning person. Not when he was up late the previous night.
Tom groans before stretching and rolling his eyes.
"Morning." You open one eye to look at him but he already has a scowl etched across his face. "Told you you shouldn't have gone out last night." You state, watching him slip out from the bed.
"Shut up." He mumbles before rummaging through the closet.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that it's-" You stop to reach for your phone to check the time. "Seven in the morning."
"Don't need to be lectured this bloody early." His voice rises and normally, his morning voice was quite pleasant but this morning, it was different. He was extra pissy.
"Pardon me." You retort.
"Don't start." Tom turns to you, narrowed eyes and clothes in hand.
"Whatever, damn. Have fun, be safe, get the stick out of your ass while you're at it."
He glares at you one last time before scoffing and exiting the bedroom. He normally wasn't in that much of a bad mood. Usually, he'd either be fine after a few minutes or, at the very most, be fine after a shower. But not this morning, nope. He was still so annoyed and bothered that he didn't come back into the bedroom to say goodbye to you. He grabbed his things from the kitchen and left for work. You had fallen back asleep by the time he was done in the shower so you hadn't realized he never said goodbye until hours later when you woke up again. Of course, you were hurt by it. He always says goodbye and you didn't think you'd pissed him off that bad.
You checked your phone while you prepared your things for the day and there were no texts or calls from Tom. He clearly was still pissy and all you could do was sigh and hope he'd be better by the time he got home. You weren't about to text him and apologize. There wasn't anything to apologize for, really.
You got everything you needed done by the time Tom strolled back in. You were happily seated in the living room with one of your favorite shows on, minding your own business. Tom, on the hand, felt horribly guilty for how he left things that morning. He put his coat on the coat rack and went to where you were seated. You quirked a brow but went back to your show, annoyed that he was mean and didn't bother to suck up his pride for two seconds for even an apology text.
"You're not going to look at me?" Tom asks, him leaning over the of the couch, arms resting beside your shoulders.
"Nope." You answer plainly.
"Oh, come on, please." Tom pouts but you keep your stare on the TV. "I'm sorry, love. Really." Tom hops over the back of the couch and sits beside you.
"No, you were mean and you didn't even say goodbye." You cross your arms but Tom just pulls you into him.
"I know, I know." He sighs, tightening his grip and kissing your temple. "I'm really sorry. You didn't deserve it."
"No, I didn't." You stick your nose up while he continues to press kisses to the side of your face.
"I'm really sorry, love. I was mean."
"Yes, yes you were." You still don't look at him but you can feel yourself wanting to cave. He's so cheeky and cute.
"Pleaseeeeee," Tom whines before presses a few kisses to your cheek. "I'm sorry."
"Are you?" You question, finally turning your head to face him. His face is completely drenched in guilt, still holding a soft pout.
"Yes, I should have listened to you." He widens his eyes as he gains a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah you should have, Thomas." You come back but you can't help but smile at him.
"Forgive me, darlin'?"
"I guess." You roll your eyes and sigh sarcastically before placing a much needed kiss to his lips.
