Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Honey

"will you please talk to me?" you looked at tom, his face set in a pout as he stood in front of you. tom had dropped your favorite mug - a peter pan themed mug from disneyland. it was your favorite because peter pan had been your favorite animated disney film since you were a little girl, and finding peter pan merchandise was difficult - everything revolved around tinker bell now. it was the last cup they had when you went and they hadn't restocked it, so to say you were devastated was an understatement to you. "baby, please," he dropped to his knees and shuffled toward you, eventually lowering to a crawl. he sat on his knees in front of where you sat on the couch. you looked back at the tv, pressing play on your current episode of parks and rec. tom sighed. he stood up, looking at the tv and then at you. he leaned down and kissed your forehead, feeling accomplished that you were just giving him the silent treatment and weren't pulling away from him completely.
"i'm sorry." and with that, he went upstairs and you heard the door of the bedroom close.

most people might think you were being irrational - maybe you were - but you had told tom plenty of times to be careful with it, and he knew it was important. even if people thought you were being immature, tom knew you weren't. he was reckless with it - he had held it up too high for your reach to poke fun at you, and when he turned he bumped into the counter corner and had dropped it. he picked up the pieces quickly and tried to apologize but the damage had been done already. tom still had the pieces with him, he was determined to fix this. he just needed to buy himself some time.

he picked up his phone and opened up the message chain he had with you, sending you a quick text.

to: dancing queen💃🏽
i know you're mad, but i need some sugar, sugar. will you please head to the store?

you heard the ding from your phone and glanced down, pausing the show. you couldn't help the smile in your face at the cheesy nickname. you grabbed your keys and headed out to grab what tom needed.

tom heard the door shut and went downstairs to grab the glue gun, working on piecing back the cup together. he knew it wouldn't be useable with all of the cracks - he just hoped the thought would count for you. he wrote a note to go with it, trying to make his writing eligible.

'i'm sorry about the cup, i tried to fix it, honey. i'll look everywhere for a new one, i'll go everywhere to find a replacement. i hope you can forgive me, darling. i love you.'

he grabbed a strip of tape and tape it to his final product, cringing at his fail attempt, but as he heard the front door open, he knew it'd have to do. he held the cup behind his back and turned to face you quickly, catching you with a confused expression. you held up the bag, signaling you had gotten what he asked for. when you placed the bag on the counter, you turned to walk back to the living room. "wait!" you stopped, turning to face him. you lifted up your eyebrow. "i, uh, i have something for you." you nodded, folding your arms across your chest. he brought the cup from behind him, showing you his attempted mess.

your face softened, immediately reaching out for the mug. he shyly handed it over, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. you picked up the note, reading it once, twice, three times. you smiled, looking up at him to see him glancing at the floor. "tom," you whispered, his head quickly lifting up after hearing your voice. "you're talking to me?" you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms reacted and wrapped around your waist. you leaned in and kissed him, feeling him reciprocate the action right away. "i love you, baby" you mumbled against his lips, pecking him before pulling away and resting your forehead against his. "i love you too, honey."