Baby, You’re Perfect -- Tom Holland x Reader
A few things:
I somehow have 600+ followers, so thanks for that. Big, big thanks! x
Tom won a BAFTA tonight, I love him a lot.
I’ve been listening to WALLS by Kings of Leon for weeks now, so that’s my head-space.
If you ever want a follow back, let me know. I need more people to follow. x
“God, how are you this perfect?” You smiled and made grabby hands at Tom. He handed the plastic bag over to you and you continued to smile as you saw that the bag was filled with all your favorite snacks. Tom shrugged off his jacket and put his headphones back into the pocket. He glanced over as he heard you removing items from the bag.
“One of those Sour Patch Kids is mine, by the way.” He hopped onto the bed and turned to cuddle into your thigh. Considering you had both taken this Saturday as your lazy day – you had both spent the morning making breakfast and then lounging around drinking from your mugs – you were still in your favorite sweats. And you both were proud of the fact that neither of you had had the urge to shower yet.