Super short cause I have no motivation to write this week. I found a prompt and used it.
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It was that time of the month for you, it didn't take Tom too long to noticed. He tried cuddling with you to make you happy but you find everything annoying, even your boyfriend.
"Tom I swear, if you touch me with your cold feet one more time." You warned sternly turning away from your body, giving him your back as he wrapped his arm around you. "I'll fucking kill you." You finished harshly.
"Sorry," Tom couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
After a few minutes, he slowly dragged his feet on the bed, poking the back of your leg with his feet. You started groaning but said nothing. Tom kept on poking you, testing your patience.
When you couldn't take it anymore, you turned to look at Tom, bringing one of your hand up to pinch his arm, making sure not to hurt him badly, just slightly, an ant bite.
"Ouch." He cried quietly, holding your hand against his chest after he removed one of his arm from your waist.
It took you guys a while to fall asleep but when you guys did, it was very cosy and cute. He had his arms wrapped around your body as you snuggled into his chest, your legs were tangled after you accepted the fact that for you to be able to sleep nicely, you'd have to be as close to Tom as possible and that include his feet touching your legs.
The next morning, you were still very very moody. The day didn't started well even when you woke up wrapped in Tom's strong arms.
"Seriously, Y/n?" He asked chuckling as he used his arms to protect himself from the plastic spoon you were throwing at him. "This is abuse." He mused, running around the kitchen, dodging the flying spoons.
"I hate you so much." You stated, resting your elbow on the counter top, covering your half of your face with your hand. "That ice cream was mine, Tom and you ate it." You rubbed your face after you groaned.
"You said you hated cold things so much so I decided 'why not? Y/n hate this thing anyways', plus I can't help it." Tom shrugged, stepping toward after he made sure that there wasn't any plastics spoon left near you.
"You know I love ice cream." You knew that you were being childish, but you can't really control your emotions at this point.
You managed to convince Tom to go out and buy you more ice cream. After that, you guys stayed in bed, eating junk food, not giving a care about the amount of calories. You guys were snuggled up against each other, watching your favorite T.V shows and the movie that Tom had chosen knowing that you'd cry, he just wanted you to be close to him, sad romance movie was his excuse. At first the day started off bad but it slowly got better.
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Sorry for the bad update, I know that I made Y/n very childish.
I didn't know what the title should be so.. sorry for the bad uses of language. Wasn't feeling it today.
