Tom Hiddleston One-shots

Sarcastic

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"Hey (y/n)! I'm off early so you need anything before I go home?" Tom asked.

"Food."

"What kind? I can get anything since I'm in the middle of town."

"The kind you eat." (Y/n) sarcastically.

"Okkaaayyyy. So chinese good? Or perhaps we should do italian tonight?" Tom replied back.

"Just food."

Sighing. It was to late for thism the last time they had this go around he had gotten the wrong thing and was beyond upset to be sent back out to get something else that was across town.

"Okay. I'm gonna get indian then......."

"Gives me the runs. Get me food."

Simple reply but still no closer to a proper answer he needed to the food question.

"You want chinese?"

"Food."

"What kind?"

"Food."

"Bye. I'm picking and whatever I bring home, you're gonna eat it." Tom replied back before clicking over on his phone.

He was gonna play it safe and get chinese food AND some curry from the idian resturant by their house. She would have to eat one of them.

So he had the food in hand and walked in the house being greeted by their new pup who seemed over excited to see him more than lilely from the food he carried in the the canine was hoping to get. Walki h toward the living room and setting the food down before putting the dog in the yard before looking for the hard headesld woman of his. There seemed to be no life in the home beyond the scratch of the door from the dog.

"Y/n)? (Y/n), im home. You ready to eat?" Tom called out well hanging his coat up and slipping his shoes by the front door. Luckily Bobby hasn't gone after the shoes yet.

The fridge door shuting is what caught his ear so with a smile he made his way down the hall to the kitchen where (y/n) was perched perfectly on the counter with a tub of ice cream in her lap.

"Son of bi......."