A/N: Hey it’s the anon who said “I’ve got a Daddy!Tom with a teenage daughter fanfiction!” Here’s the one-shot that I promised. Forgive me for Tom’s dialogue, I’m not British so I’m not sure about their vernacular. Hope you all enjoy it!
“Why do I always succumb to the temptations of procrastination?” I grumbled to myself as I analyzed my book. The night was still and quiet, save for the muffled snores around the house and the scribbling of my pen across the pages of my book. I finally dropped the pen in victory and took a small moment to glance at my alarm clock. 11:33 pm it said in red, angry letters. Record time. I reread and double-checked my work. Once I was satisfied I rewarded myself with a stretch and a yawn. A moment later, I heard a tired yawn on the other side of my bedroom door. I only knew one person who would be up this time of the night: Dad.
Dad and I were the nocturnals of the family. Despite Mom’s pleads for us to sleep early we refused. We would end up watching movies all night or talking until the sun rose. But there were occasions when we stayed up for business/school. So we decided to create a code…well it was his idea. If we hear a yawn, it would mean that one of us is finished with work. So the yawner would visit the other, to keep company. I was usually the first to finish and every time I ventured out I always found him doing one of three actions: memorizing a script, Skyping with a friend from the other side of the pond, or roaming around his fandom through my Tumblr (whenever I brought it up he immediately denied it…even though I’ve caught him in the act five times already).