#hobnob

Callum: *looks at Ben with a confused smile*

Ben: What?

Callum: Did you just shove a whole Hobnob in your mouth?

Ben: Yeah, and...? I’ve had larger ones in my mouth. *glances down to Callum’s waist and winks*

A/N: I started watching Marie kondo recently, and I really got inspired. I’ve started thanking my room for its service (my room being a cardboard box outside a maccies dumpster.) please enjoy and keep in mind I’m not actually a racist. Konichiwa- Hobnob

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Rating: Friendly Fluff

Disclaimer: I do not own Tom in any way, shape or form. This is purely for entertainment purposes. I write for fun and make no money off of this, whatsoever.

Warnings: None

Summary: What better way to cheer you up than a cup of tea with your best friend. (No biscuits were harmed in the writing of this story!)

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"Hey, Tom?" Her nimble fingers toyed with the fray on her throw, nerves shaking her voice. The phone gripped tight in her other hand, holding it to her ear.

"Yes, y/n?" He played with the hemline of his shirt, staring blindly at the wall opposite him. He paused, waiting for her response.

"Can...can you come over?" She finally uttered.

Lately, she had been feeling a little down. There was no particular explanation for it, only that her motivation to function on a daily basis was getting harder to summon. It was particularly on days such as those that she craved him the most. He was the greatest cure for a rainy day. His smile alone could make her forget that she was feeling low. On top of that he would always find ways to make her laugh. Little did he know his little quirks and foolery did it anyway.

She held her breath and waited for his reply. Come on, please.

Out of habit he looked to the watch hugging his wrist and looked at the time. He wasn't sure why as he had nothing planned and for his friends time was not an issue. Work had gotten the best of him and forced him in to checking the time every five minutes or so, just to make sure that he wasn't running late. He shook his head and moved his wrist out view as if to scorn the watch face for showing itself.

"Of course, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Her reply came a little too sudden for his liking. Instead he heard, 'I'm not fine'.

He reassured her that he wouldn't be long and hung up the phone. He rushed about his home to make sure firstly, that he looked presentable and smelt good, and also to be sure that his home was shut and safely secured.

Taking one final glance in the mirror he nodded with satisfaction and grabbed his keys, leaving for y/n’s.

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She was pulled abruptly out of her trance by a knock on the door. Chucking the throw aside she made her way to answer it. Peeking through the spy-hole she made sure that it was Tom and not some random salesman trying to sell her his, or her, wares.

Opening the front door she barely had time to register him before feeling his arms wrap tightly around her, capturing her in an embrace. He pulled her close and held her still, for a moment, until he felt her give in.

She stood, wrapped up in his arms, enjoying the warmth of his body and the intoxicating smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of fresh washing. She closed her eyes and allowed her senses to drown in him. Almost instantly she felt that little bit better.

He rubbed her back, soothing and gentle, kissing the top of her head before gently pulling back. His eyes sought hers, capturing her gentle hues with blue. He then offered her a sweet smile and asked her once again if she was okay.

"Yeah, just feeling a bit down and lonely." She nodded, her gaze casting downwards, ashamed.

"Well, I am glad you called me over then." He noted her shame and shook his head. She was a fool for being ashamed of her emotions, scared to let them show. He gave her another hug, brief compared to his welcoming hug, but enough to shake her out of her shame.

"Shall we go and get comfy, then we can just talk?" Tom made the suggestion, grateful when she accepted, and then lead the way in to the living room.

As any friend would, he then ventured in to her kitchen. Knowing each cupboard and drawer, inside and out, he went about making them each a cup of tea. He knew that a cup of hot tea could solve almost anything, especially paired with a decent biscuit.

"Aha!" He exclaimed with pride when he remembered where she hid the biscuits, his favourites.

Pulling together a tray full of goodness he brought it through to the living room but not without shoving a hobnob in his mouth, carrying it between his teeth as he toddled carefully in to the room.

Y/n looked up from the fray of her throw and chuckled.

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" She gestured to the half of a biscuit hanging out of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with pride at his ability to carry a tray without dropping anything, whilst successfully munching on a biscuit. He shook his head and laughed, taking the sweet food from his mouth.

"Can't resist a good hob nob!" He licked his lips, freeing them from the straying crumbs.

Her brow raised and delivered to him a really?! stare.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that, hmm?" He looked on innocently as he plonked himself down beside her on the sofa.

"A good hob nob, eh?" She tried so hard not to laugh, chewing on her lower lip.

He took a moment, trying to get what she meant. Ping! There it was. He then rolled his eyes and playfully nudged her, shoulder to shoulder.

"I didn't mean it like that!" He squeaked. "Stop making everything I say sound dirty, madam!"

"I can't help it! You're voice went all husky when you said hob nob." She pointed out. "I am pretty sure you were ready to make out with the biscuit the way you were sucking on it!"

"Now who's being the dirty one??" It was his turn to raise his brow at her.

She picked up her mug of tea, nursing the mug of warmth in her hands and bringing it slowly to her lips. She eyed him over the rim of the mug as she took the first sip, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He picked up another biscuit and carefully dunked it in his tea, giving her that look of playful disapproval as he took a bite of the tea soaked sweetness.

She waited for the perfect moment, his mouth filled with biscuit before asking,

"Fancy a hob nob?" Her tone dropped, purposefully making her voice soft and sultry.

He looked over to her and watched as she slowly dipped her biscuit in her tea and pulled it back out just as tantalisingly slow. She brought the delicious goodness to her lips and bit in to it, just like all those women did in the chocolate adverts that made you laugh with how ridiculous it looked. His baby blues widened as she let out a moan, enjoying every crumb of his favourite biscuit.

"Honestly, woman!" He shook his head as she began to cry with laughter making sure to tell him about the look on his face.

He pouted and sipped at his tea, not amused in the slightest at her teasing him.

"You owe me one! Big time!"

At least it was safe to say that she was feeling much better even if it meant having to endure her being such a tease and picking on him. Poor Tom.

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For those who may not know, a HobNob is an oaty biscuit made here in the UK. It is well known for its dipping power compared to the feeble Rich Tea! (Although I love a good rich tea biccy!)

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