tom or peter reading about the 5 love languages a person can have and throughout the day he tries and incorporate all of them but make it super obvious that readers can tell? if that makes sense đ
to be loved, to be in love
w/c: 2,082
warnings: literally one swear
a/n: ugh this is such an adorable concept thank you for sending it in :,) i havenât written for tom in a minute so i hope i did him justice ahhhh but without further ado enjoy my loves <3
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tom is browsing his feed when he comes across an article about love languages. heâs familiar with some of them, but he admittedly doesnât have much knowledge of the topic. interested in learning more, he decides to read through the article.
he starts to wonder which love language yours is as he reads. itâs important to him that you feel heard and appreciated in your relationship, and catering to it would be a way of doing that. with valentineâs day around the corner, he figures now is the perfect time to start.
heâs got a few ideas as to how heâll go about it.
â„ acts of service
you wake to the smell of pancakes and a kiss on your cheek. cracking an eye open, you find tom knelt beside your shared bed. he sets a plate down on your night table, next to a mug of coffee made just the way you like it.
âwhatâs all this?â you wonder, a grin pulling at your lips. tom smiles back. âgâmorning, darling. i made you a little breakfast in bed,â he explains. âhope youâre hungry, hm?â he pecks your lips, you giggling. âi am. thank you, baby. âs sweet of you,â you beam at him, now sitting up. tom hands you your coffee.
âyouâre welcome, darling. enjoy it.â
you sip the drink he so graciously prepared for you, tom joining you on the bed. he adjusts the covers so theyâre around your frame and loops an arm around your middle, fingers running up and down your side. you decide to trade your coffee for the pancakes.
âooh, let me,â he offers, retrieving the plate from you to cut your food. you watch him do so with your eyes narrowed curiously. âalright, whatâs going on? whatâs the occasion?â you finally question. âoccasion? whatâre you on about, y/n?â tom cocks his head to the side.
he returns your breakfast to you, ready to eat.
âitâs not every day chef holland is in the kitchen. youâre up to something,â you point out, shoving a forkful of pancake in your month nevertheless. âbut iâll allow it âcuz these are really good,â you speak between bites.
tom chuckles, using his thumb to wipe some syrup off your upper lip.
âyeah? you like them?â he takes note.
could acts of service be your love language?
âmhm,â you mumble and bite into another piece. âwhere have you been hiding these culinary skills of yours?â a smirk graces tomâs features, hand shooing at you playfully. âstop it, youâre making me blush,â he jokes. you poke one of his freckled cheeks. âseriously! you should try some,â you hold out your plate to him.
âno, no. you enjoy them,â tom repeats, patting your thigh gently. âi wanted do something nice for you.â
you lean over and capture his lips in a kiss that you each smile into. tom licks the taste of maple syrup off when you pull away, humming in satisfaction.
one down, four to go.
â„ words of affirmation
âhey, love,â tom announces his presence. heâs standing in the doorway of the room designated as both of your offices. âwhatâre you working on?â
your fingers fly fast across your keyboard, a lengthy document displayed on your laptop screen.
âenglish paper. iâm trying to get ahead on assignments so i have valentineâs free,â you clarify, frowning at tom from your desk. âuni is kicking my ass, tom.â
you look like you could use a pep talk.
tom comes to stand behind you. his hands settle on your shoulders, beginning to rub them soothingly.
âi know, love. youâre doing wonderfully, though,â tom coos. âjust stick with it. you can bang this out in no time.â
he peppers a couple of kisses to the back of your neck while his fingers continue to relax your tense shoulders. your head lolls back against your chair, gaze shifting up to tom.
âyou think so?â you flash your best puppy eyes. âfor sure. youâre a stellar student, y/n/n. iâm so proud of you,â tom praises you, kissing the top of your head. âitâs not easy, what youâre doing here. i understand thereâs a lot of pressure,â he acknowledges. you nod, your head heavy.
âi mean, i never even made it to university,â tom adds to lighten the mood. âgive yourself some credit, wonât you?â
his sentiment earns a laugh from you, which he considers to be a success. perhaps words of affirmation do it for you instead.
âthanks, tom. you always know just what to say,â you sigh out, placing one of your hands atop his. you bring your connected hands to your lips and kiss the back of his. âi really needed that extra motivation.â tom interlocks his pinkie with yours, his signet ring brushing your skin. âanytime, darling. iâve got you,â he assures you.
âwell, i should probably get back to work,â you complain, grip on tomâs hand tightening. âwill you keep me company?â
tom grins down at you.
âabsolutely.â
â„ quality time
itâs later that day when you emerge from your office. tom ventured off to the kitchen a while ago to fix you a snack, which is where you find him. heâs humming softly as he rummages through the fridge.
he sneaks tessa a piece of cheese and scratches behind her ears while she devours it.
âthere we are, tess. you like that, donât you?â
her tail wags back and forth in response, you snickering at the encounter.
tom hears this and turns around to face you, brows raised. tessa trots over to you. you squat to the floor so you can pet her, stroking at her belly.
âi was just on my way back,â tom tells you with a box in hand. âi got these chocolates you like, if you fancy them.â you scrunch your nose when tessa begins to sniff your face, tom breathing out a laugh. âsounds good. i think iâm gonna take a break, by the way,â you announce.
âmm, youâve earned it,â tom pads over to you and tessa. âbeen cooped up at that desk all day.â
you rest your head on his shoulder, tom snaking an arm around your waist.
he recalls reading about another love language thatâs centered around one-on-one time with your partner. now, he has an opportunity to test that out.
âhow about we go for a walk?â tom suggests. âthe weatherâs quite nice, and some fresh air would do you good.â a tired smile appears on your lips. âsure, that would be refreshing. letâs bring tess,â you agree. his lips press to the side of your head. âiâll grab her leash. wait right here,â tom mumbles against you.
heâs such a god send.
you munch on the chocolates and give tess more pets while tom gathers her leash. he hooks it to her collar, then the two of you throw on your coats. youâre out the door soon after.
your arm is linked in tomâs as you stroll through your neighborhood, tessa leading you both. itâs not often youâre able to share moments like this one, with your busy lives to live. youâve missed this.
âi appreciate how much you do for me, T,â you speak quietly, nuzzling your face in tomâs neck. âi really do. youâve been so lovely to me today, and every day. canât thank you enough.â
you two stop on the sidewalk, tessa wanting to explore a patch of grass. tom hugs you with the hand that isnât holding her leash.
âaw, y/n/n. you donât have to thank me. i love you so much, you know?â tom murmurs. âi know. i love you, T,â you peck a spot on his jawline.
you continue on your walk, staying close to tomâs side.
âso, tell me more about your paper,â tom prompts you. âhowâs it coming along?â
â„ gifts
âdarling? have you seen my ring?â tom calls from the bedroom. heâs searching random drawers, huffing and puffing. âwhereabouts is it?â he mutters under his breath.
youâve finished your english paper at last, so your schedule is cleared for the day. you come into the room to help tom look.
âdid you check your finger?â you tease, tom dramatically rolling his eyes. âhaha, very funny. but iâm serious. iâve no clue where itâs gone,â he whines. you rub his back to comfort him. âthe signet ring, right?â you wonder. âthatâs the one,â tom confirms, closing the drawer he had been going through.
ânot again. what happened to your vow to never take it off after last time?â you shake your head. âi have my reasons!â tom defends. âjust, let meâŠâ
the ring suddenly catches his eye. lo and behold, itâs on his pinkie where it normally resides.
ânever mind,â tom wiggles his fingers to show you. âoh, you div!â you gasp, pushing at his back lightly. âwhat did you need it for, anyway?â
tom slips the signet ring off his pinkie, shooting you a wide grin.
âactually, i wanted you to have it,â he reveals, reaching for your hand. your eyes go wide. âwait, what?â
tom read that with gifts, they should convey thoughtfulness and gratitude for your partner. itâs only fitting he gives you his signet ring. itâs special to him, and so are you.
âyeah,â tom shrugs like itâs nothing, sliding the ring onto your pinkie now. you ogle at it, your hand in his. âtom, baby. i⊠i canât,â you almost whisper. âof course you can, darling,â he insists. âwhy couldnât you?â
âbecause it belongs to your family. you should keep it,â your eyebrows knit together. âitâs yours, tom.â he grabs your other hand, bringing both to his heart. âyou are family, y/n/n. itâs yours, too,â he corrects you. âit would mean a lot to me if you had it. i really do want you to.â
you meet tomâs eyes to be sure. he nods, urging you on.
the gesture is so beyond kind of him, but so out of the blue.
âokay,â you concede with a small smile. âiâll take good care of it.â
tom places a kiss to your forehead, an arm winding around you.
ânever had a doubt in my mind you would.â
â„ touch
you and tom are snuggled on the couch for a rom com marathon to end the night, in honor of valentineâs day being soon.
heâs tried out every love language to see which you respond the most to, although you seemed to have responded to all of them. thereâs only one more he hasnât yet attempted; physical touch.
âlove?â tom gets your attention. âhm?â you shift your gaze from the tv to him. he spreads his legs, doing grabby hands for you. âcâmere. wanna hold you,â he requests with a dopey smile.
you giggle and climb into his lap, legs straddling him. tom cuddles your waist, letting his hands travel under the hoodie you borrowed from him. his warm palms knead at the bare flesh of your lower back. you exhale as your eyes flutter closed.
âyouâve got quite a few knots down here, love,â tom observes. âdoes this hurt at all?â you curl your arms around his torso. âno, feels so much better. keep going,â you encourage him.
tom carefully massages your back and kisses both your cheeks, his thumbs caressing your hipbones simultaneously. you let out noises of content, burying your face in tomâs chest. your hand moves up to his bicep and squeezes.
the reflection of the tv glints from the signet ring on your pinkie, tom biting back a smile.
âi love you,â you say against his chest. âi love you, too,â tom breathes.
thatâs when it clicks.
âguess this is the one, then,â he speaks to himself. âhuh?â you pop your head up, squinting at him. âwhatâre you talking about?â tomâs hands still in their movements, his lips pursed. âyour love language. itâs physical touch, i believe,â he elaborates.
âi guess it is,â you echo. your elbow rests on tomâs shoulder, chin propped in your hand. âsince when do you know about love languages?â you scoff. âsince today,â tom deadpans. âiâve been trying to figure out which one yours is. now i know.â
âi knew you were up to something!â your mouth drops open. âthatâs honestly really cute, though. youâre too good to me.â you kiss tomâs shoulder. he clicks his tongue, fully enveloping you in his embrace. âcome on, you deserve it.â
you feel so at home in tomâs arms, relaxing into him. his fingers glide around to your back once again.
âwhere were we?â
loved this!! cutest perfect little piece for valentinesđ„°đ„°

















