#tom holland sleepover

[annab-nana]

Hi Anna, I hope I am not too late to request “I wish we could live together already.” prompt with Tom Holland ;)

omg yes, here you go angel :)

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (darling)

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"thank you for coming," tom whispered into the darkness that surrounded you two. "you have no idea how much i was missing you. sam thought i might go crazy when he came a couple of weeks ago."

your smile widened against the fabric of his shirt as you snuggled further into his chest.

"honestly, so was i, but it's only three more weeks after i leave, right?"

"supposed to be, yeah." the way he said that made you think it could possibly be a bit longer so you didn't press the subject.

being in his arms made you realize just how much you'd longed to be there since he left for filming. he started nearly five months ago. he visited you after the first month when his schedule cleared a little bit. you'd planned to come to him a few weeks after his visit, but the week leading up to it, two people in your department at work quit with no warning, leaving you with all the work to do by yourself.

you were devastated that you couldn't see tom, but he assured you that it was alright. he was too busy with filming anyway, so there wouldn't have been a lot of time spent together. you got a good pay raise out of it so that was a plus. it took them a while to find replacements and when they did, you had to do a lot to help train them, but now, you could finally take a bit of a break.

you squeezed your arms tighter around him and tried to be even closer to him though it was almost impossible. "i missed you so much. i wish i could be with you all the time."

tom smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. "me too, darling."

after a good bout of silence of just you and tom lying together in his bed, tom muttered the words, "i wish we could live together already."

he thought you were already asleep, if not close to it, so when you lifted your head to look at him, you heard his small but quick intake of breath.

"why can't we?" you suggested.

"i-" he paused to ponder it. "i don't know. i just figured with me traveling so much, it wouldn't make a lot of sense and you already live so close to your job. it's logical you'd want to stay there and i don't want to pull you from there, but i want to stay living near my family and-"

"tom?" you called, pausing his speech so you could speak. "yes, you travel a lot, but after each trip, you'd be coming home to me. yeah, my job is close to where i work, but i don't mind a longer commute or even looking for another job if that means i get to live with you. and i love your family, so being close to them would be good for me too. tom, i love you and you are my home, so if you're serious about living together, then i am too."

though it was difficult to see in the dark, his smile was always hard to miss. "have i mentioned how much i love you?"

you giggled before pressing your lips to his in a quick peck. "you may have mentioned it once or twice."

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[sourholland]

Would you possibly consider writing a little blurb for the sleepover on reader and Tom from royal inconvenience 🥹

A Royal Convenience || Tom Holland

a royal convenience blurb - i highly suggest reading the series before this!

my spring sleepover

Both you and Tom lay wrapped in each other’s arms soundly, dozing off to the sound of the staff scampering around the palace outside of your bedroom door. He ran his fingers through your hair mindlessly as you began to breathe heavier and more even. Eventually, he’d completely fallen victim to exhaustion as well.

Neither of you would ever understand how so many royals slept in different beds from their spouses. From the night you were first married and onwards, neither of you had been without the other unless Tom was out of Buckingham Palace on business.

It was always just the most comfortable method of sleep, tangled up in the other’s limbs. Despite Tom’s drooling and your low snores, you both loved the other’s touch so much that you could look past this.

In the late hours of your sleep, the noise of two little feet could be heard running down the corridor of the palace. Very few candles remained lit, yet he came barreling towards the door of your bedroom. A low creaking noise could be heard from your door, making you blink a few times.

“Mummy,” James whispered, shutting the door behind him.

At only four, James had discovered that by coming into your room in the wee hours of the night and climbing under the duvet from the bottom of the bed, he was in good shape to get cuddled by mum.

“Come here, darling,” you yawned.

James climbed up the bed and wrapped his arms around your body, nuzzling his head into your hair and kissing the side of your face in adoration. Tom awoke in confusion, realizing it was only his youngest son in the bed with them. He leaned over and kissed you chastely, running a hand down James’s back.

“What’s wrong, Jamie?” He whispered. “Are you still having night terrors?”

James nodded into your hair, holding you tighter as you rocked him a bit. Tom rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his disheveled hair. One thing you were grateful of was that Tom had never tried to make your sons feel bad for expressing emotions as his father once did to him. Tom let them be open and honest about how they felt.

“That’s alright, love,” he told James with a small smile that could hardly be seen in the dark. “You just sleep in here tonight.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

Goth Farmer

Goth: horror themes, mysterious and dark, mysterious Farmer: rural, tractors and machinery, animals, traditional

Here is my submission for @the-slumberparty's What's Your Aesthetic graphic challenge. I can't believe the slumber party is slowly coming to an end 🥺🥺 I've been having such a blast connecting with so many kind and talented creators while getting back in the writing groove. I am already looking forward to the next slumber party 😊😊

For this challenge, I got goth farmer and immediately thought of Arvin Russel. It was easy since The Devil All the Time already has southern gothic themes.

[themorningsunshine]

Morning by the sea

Moodboard masterlist

Pairing - Peter Parker x f!reader

This is my second entry for @the-slumberparty​ ‘s Week 3 Creator event : Artistic Liberty  

I have combined two prompts - Morning and sea (Because who doesn’t want to sit at the beach and watch the sunset with the person you love, right?)

[lnfours]

toms-gf summertime sleepover

hey everyone! to celebrate 9.2k, and to have a little fun this summer, im hosting a sleepover event!

what is a sleepover?

it’s where you guys send me asks of your choosing from the list below and i answer them! it’s a fun way of hanging out, writing things for you guys, and getting to know each other :)

before we get started, you can find the list of people i write for as well as my blog rules here!

here’s the list of things you can send in!

send in a 🐚 for an imagine request

send in a ☀️ for a song off of my playlist

send in a 🌊 for a moodboard

send in a 🕶️ and a question from this list for my honest answer

the sleepover starts right now (10:50am EST, july 8th) and will go on until 9:00pm EST tonight!

see you all soon <33

[hollandsangel]

answering reqs rn🫡

[ronanceautistic]

Thinking about Nancy (obviously, I have a problem) and wondering what possibly could’ve occurred in Nancy’s (pre s1) life to motivate her to lie about the most random stuff to everyone around her cause she’s so bad at it first of all and second not every situation requires cloak and dagger, Nance

For the fun of it here's every time she's lied. Head's up, it's LONG. This girl absolutely feral. TLDR - people actually believe her about 45% of the time.

Tells Barb her thing with Steve was a 'one time, two time thing' - Not Believed

Asks Karen if she can 'study at Barb's house' - Not Believed

Asks Karen if she can go to Will's vigil - Believed

Tells Barb she's just going upstairs to change - Not Believed

Tells Karen Steve isn't her boyfriend - Not Believed

Tells Mrs. Holland Barb came home to pick up textbooks - Believed

Tells Mrs. Holland Barb is at the library - Not Believed

Tells Steve she has to do something with her mom - Believed?? (this one's kinda vague but he lets her go at least)

Tells the cops and Karen she just went upstairs to change - Not Believed

Tells Steve she can't see a movie because she's worried about Mike - Not Believed (he comes back later after deciding she's acting weird)

Tells Karen she's getting dressed when she's actually with Jonathan - Believed

Tells Steve his essay isn't bad - Not Believed

Tells Steve she loves him - Not Believed

Tells Karen her walkman broke - Believed

Tells Karen she and Jonathan are studying for a Spanish test - Believed

Tells Mrs Holland she wants to meet her at the park (in order to get the lab to show up) - Believed?

Tells Karen she's staying over at Stacy's - Believed

Insists she and Jonathan aren't a thing to Murray - Not Believed

Again, tries to say she loves Steve to Murray - Not Believed

Tells Karen the sleepover with Stacy was fun - Believed

Sneaks out the Byer's window - Joyce knew she was there lol

Tells Tom she has to go to the doctor - Believed

Tells Mrs Driscoll she's a reporter - Believed

Tells Karen it was a 'light day' after getting fired - Not Believed

Tells the receptionist she's 'Nancy Driscoll', Driscoll's granddaughter - Believed

Tells Fred everything with Jonathan is 'perfect' - Not Believed

Tells the cop she's visiting Max - Believed

Tries to tell Wayne she's not a reporter - Not Believed, immediately

Tells Hatch she's a college student - Not Believed, eventually

Tells Eddie and Robin she gave her stuffed animal away two years ago (it's in her closet) - Believed

Lies about why she's at War Zone to Jason, and that she doesn't know anything about Hellfire, and that Hellfire aren't with her - Not Believed? He seemed v suspicious of her

[f10werfae]

Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/ Disclaimer 18+

Tom Holland Masterlist, Full Masterlist

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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[spidey-webz]

peter parker masterlist

some of these are andrew!peter, but i primarily write for tom holland's peter parker! if no other peter is indicated, it's tom holland's portrayal

main masterlist

✦ – contains smut

✧. ┊ DRABBLES

Lost and Found (Andrew!Peter)

Peter lost you. When he finds you again, he can't believe his eyes...

New Neighbour

Your neighbour keeps you up all night – just not in the way you expected.

A bunch of coincidences (Andrew!Peter)

What are the odds to end up in a different New York where your brother acts strangely and you find a different, quite attractive, version of yourself? (Spider-Woman reader)

Reminder of her (Andrew!Peter)

You are Peter's best fried, yet he isn't the one to save you from the fall...

Giving Peter his first blowjob ✦

Self-explanatory

✧. ┊ ONE SHOTS

Red

You and Peter decide to end your relationship since your lives grew to be too different. But it's too hard to forget him. Part of the Red Anthology

✧. ┊ HEADCANONS

Peter being a dad (Andrew!Peter)

Spider-Woman!Reader learning about her powers from the other Spider-Men (platonic)

Nerding with Peter (Andrew!Peter)

Going to prom with boyfriend!Peter

Sleepover with boyfriend!Peter

[annab-nana]

“Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss” w tom 🤲🏼

he so would do this, that cheeky guy

warnings: not proofread

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tom hated to say it, but it was true. he was horrible at secrets. he just could not keep it under wraps, too excited to tell someone about whatever it was. you didn't mind it as you were always the one he told everything to. every movie spoiler known to him has hit your ears at least once.

it was only an issue when you were the one he was keeping the surprise from.

you'd offhandedly mentioned that you had never had a surprise party. naturally, tom made it his mission to make sure you had one. you'd just gotten a promotion at your job and your birthday was in a few days, so tonight was the night tom picked to throw the party.

you were supposed to be out for most of the day, but the rain kind of put a damper on your plans so you came home early, earlier than tom had expected. as soon as he heard the front door open, he popped his head out into the hallway, expecting sam or harry, but seeing you.

"heyyy, baby," he greeted, stepping back in the kitchen to set something down before walking over to you, "i thought you were going to be out with mia all day."

"i was, but," you paused as you shucked off your shoes and rid yourself of your raincoat, "the rain happened and she got a text from chris saying that he thought micah was starting to get sick and you know how much she worries about that boy."

"yeah," tom agreed while leaning against the wall a little too stiffly.

"so we're probably just gonna push off our girl's day to next week." you tried to make your way further inside, but tom moved to stand up fully sort of in your way. there was something about the way he was looking at you that was unusual, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

a small smile tugged at his lips. "come here," he whispered softly, arms open for you to walk into. your hands clasped together at the small of his back before his gentle lips came to meet yours. thinking this was just a small greeting kiss, you pulled away and tried to move further down the hall. tom, however, groaned dramatically and held you tighter. "don't leave me just yet."

you couldn't fight off your growing grin and pressed a kiss to his lips once more. he pushed it further in passion, letting his hands cup your cheeks and hold you close. while walking backward, he kept his face on yours and hoped you wouldn't look over into the kitchen.

and you wouldn't have too, if he wasn't too clumsy and tripped over his own feet, falling backward and taking you with him.

"are you okay?" you asked as a smile pulled at your lips when you pulled your head up from his chest to look at him.

before he could respond, he saw your head tilting to the side in the direction of the kitchen and sprung to action.

"you know what?" he prefaced, your eyes meeting his again, "my head does kinda hurt."

the corners of your mouth turned down into a frown. "wanna go lay down?"

"yeah."

getting off of him so he could stand up, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, something shiny, and went to look at it. tom's lips on yours stopped you though.

"what," his mouth connecting with yours paused your query, "has gotten," another kiss, "into you to-today?"

"nothing," he muttered against your lips, "can't i just love you?"

"why do i feel like you're hiding something from me?"

he closed his eyes in minor defeat before resting his forehead on yours. "you are impossible to surprise, you know that?"

your light chuckle sounded in the air. "no sweetheart, i think you are impossible at keeping things in." he dropped his head to your shoulder and groaned dramatically. "look, i can go wherever you need me to so you can keep doing whatever you're doing so secretively," you emphasized to mess with him, "and i promise i'll be the most shocked and surprised girl you've ever seen when i come back, okay?"

tom lifted his head to meet your eyes. "you don't have to."

"i want to."

"but you already know that i'm surprising you."

you dropped your jaw in faux shock. "you're surprising me?"

"stop," he whined with a giggle.

"what? i have to get my practice in for the real surprise."

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[firenati0n]

Roooop hi sleepover ask time - what IRL white boy would you let ruin your life? xoxo ishie

ishie please why would you do this to me WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME you know i am DOWN BAD. this is gonna expose me so badly.

okay well i gotta pick multiple because i have many white boys of the month / year / decade / century. also these are across all ages bc i am an equal opportunity thirster and do not discriminate.

nicholas galitzine

logan lerman

andrew garfield

jonah hauer-king

dylan o'brien

matthew gray gubler

tom blyth

jeremy allen white

tom holland

cillian murphy don't @ me

paul mescal

chris pine

keanu reeves

daniel craig

[SLEEPOVER WEEKEND BABY ASK ME ANYTHING]

[borhapparker]

i am hosting a writing/sleepover weekend and i'm letting you guys choose which character it's going to be around! (: i will also be leaving a space open if you guys want it to be all the characters mentioned above!

[issyyhearts]

calendar of tom holland 😭😭😭 i need this with MY man christian bale fr

THATS SO CUTE omg !!!!!!!

i got wireless headphones and a cute ring and blanket cus i always complain about being cold😒 AND MONEY MOSTLY !! i lov money . even more than christian bale

im also so excited for new years cus im gonna have a girls sleepover and get drunk mayb 🤭🤞🤞

TOM HOLLAND ISNT EVEN MY BIGGEST CELEB CRUSH but he’s up there and i think my dad kinda assumed cuz teenage girls and spiderman 😭😭

i forgot who christian bale is

IKIK

real what is life without money AND OOOO WIRELESS HEADPHONES ARE SO GOOD

show me the ring NOW pretty please with a cherry on top

OOOO i wanna go out for new years so bad but my family literally never does it genuinely makes me sad

it sounds so bad but i wanna go with my friend cuz ik she goes out to a pub with family (and usually our other friends are there cuz their families are close but then again our other friends are being weird so) but i obviously don’t wanna just invite myself along but i don’t just wanna sit in my room like usual yk

TAKE ME TELEPORT ME THERE

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/766510962058592256/httpswwwtumblrcomwebslingingslasher766503704

pls move here we can have sleepovers and walk into tom holland xo✨💗💕💓💖

OKAY YES I ACCEPT!!!

[sliebman10]

Sleepover Sunday time!

Send me celebrities for hot or not: My go-to celeb....Tom Holland.

Tell me stories about you or your day, please!

Ask me for advice: Advice on how to write Wolfstar and the Weasely twins?

Tom Holland...kinda neutral. Doesn't totally do it for me, but not ooposed.

A story about my day...well. I took my daughters for pizza after ballet and we saw the bus at a stop light. We managed to dodge a bunch of people run for it. We made it literally in the nick of time. The bus driver was like "Oh you guys made it!" Lol. Sorry if that's a boring story.

Cracks knuckles.

So Wolfstar and the Weasley twins. I think it depends on a few things.

How close to canon do you want to stick?

Is time travel involved or are you going to play with their ages at all, assuming they're all in the same story.

It's easy to get into long banter with both pairs, and even all four of them.

I'd say Remus' sense of humor is dryer than the others.

In some ways Fred and George look up to Sirius and Remus, because the they made the Marauder's Map, but in some ways they want to outdo them (if Fred and George are written as teens when Wolfstar are adults)

I hope this is helpful - I'm trying to keep it general and not too prescriptive. I'm here if you have ore questions <3

[violetlilysunshine]

Like a Sleepover

Tom Holland x Female Reader

Requested

Anon: Sleeping over Tom Holland house for the first time. Lots of fluff please

WC: 3,544

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: I'm seeing this take place in Atlanta, but it’s not really specific if you wanna imagine it somewhere else!

REQUESTS OPEN - Or just come chat :)

MASTERLIST

You and Tom had been together for a little while; you were getting serious, spending more and more time together.

Last month, you finally put a label on yourselves, “is it...ya know, uh… can I, well…” he stuttered.

“Spit it out, Tommy,” you joked.

“Can I call you my girlfriend?”

You were taken aback for a second, “well, uh, to be honest, I kinda thought I already was…” you giggled.

He laughed at you gently, “well alright then, girlfriend…” he trailed off with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Okay, boyfriend.”

TUESDAY

Flash forward and you’re making plans for this weekend seeing as you're both off from filming.

“Yeah, so they’re showing Outsiders at the drive-in on Friday, and we’d have to go to the later showing after I finish filming, but uh, I thought it would be fun and something different for us and I know you love the movie. Might be fun to dress like Greasers too,” he proposed through the phone, calling you between scenes.

“Ooh that does sound like fun, but I wanna be Cherry,” you said, giggling a bit.

“Okay, you can be Cherry, I’ll be Ponyboy,” he finalized.

“Sounds good, well I gotta go,” you said, “duty calls.”

“Yeah, me too, but uh, one more thing real fast?”

“Sure, what’s up, babe?”

“Well seeing as it’s going to be really late, I just thought maybe after it’s over, you could maybe stay with me?” his voice tweaked up at the end. He was met with silence on your end for a minute before he added, “ya know, like a sleepover…”

“Uh, yeah, maybe…” you trailed off, “we’ll see what the wind blows, huh?”

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping a bit, “yeah sounds good.”

“Okay, well I really do have to run.”

“Alright, darling, talk to you tonight.”

“Bye,” you said, already walking out of your trailer and back to set.

“Yeah, bye,” he answered to himself, seeing as you’d already ended the call.

You had never been nervous with him before, but now he’d casually invited you to stay over at his house for the night, something you’d never done with any boyfriend, ever. You didn’t know how to act, and it kinda freaked you out.

Was he expecting anything? What would you even wear? Should you bring a change of clothes? Would late night last into early morning? What if you woke up before him and didn’t know what to do in his house? What if he woke up first and you slept in really late, leaving him bored and trapped?

Questions swirled your mind, and you knew he would bring it up again, but you had to force them away. You hustled back to set, getting into character and trying to forget about everything.

He called you later that night, “wanna grab a bite with Harry and I?” he proposed.

“Uh sure,” you thought since Harry would be there, he wasn’t likely to bring it up again.

You met him just down the street from his house at the forgotten diner you frequented, never being recognized and getting some peace together. You grabbed burgers and chatted about your day as you ate and everything seemed fine. He didn’t bring it up again, and you thought you would have another few days to process everything and hopefully get over the hurdles in your mind. You wanted to stay with him, but you didn’t know how that would play out, exactly.

“Finished?” he asked, gesturing to your empty tray as he stood up.

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled, and he cleaned up the table and took the trash to the can.

“I’m gonna walk back, if that’s okay,” Harry said, standing from the table, “got some photos I wanna edit.”

“Sure, bro, I’ll be right behind you,” Tom answered, coming back to you.

“Bye,” you waved as he left you and Tom alone.

“Walk you to your car?” Tom offered.

You stood up, turning around to thank the workers as the two of you left the diner. He walked you to your car, one hand secured around your shoulders, hugging you tight to his side.

“So, uh, I kinda got the sense that you didn’t want to stay with me earlier,” he said slowly, testing the waters to see how you would react.

You swallowed hard, turning to lean on the door of your car, “oh,” you whispered, “well uh, it’s not that, it’s just that I don’t - I’ve never really, uh, done that before.”

“Yeah I know we haven’t, love,” he chuckled.

“I mean, like ever,” you whispered, looking at the ground, “I just uh, don’t really know how that works.”

“Oh, well, uh, it’s not that hard really,” he soothed, “you just sorta sleep at my place, and I take care of you, and make you breakfast, and we just be together.”

You looked into his chocolate eyes, nothing but love pouring out of them. You don’t know how long you held his gaze for, but he started to get a little nervous at your lack of response.

“I mean, we’ve napped together before, it’s kinda like the same thing, just longer,” he added, trying to put you at ease.

“But like, what’s gonna happen?” you said, fiddling with your hands.

He understood what your emphasis meant, bringing a hand to your shoulder and rubbing it gently, “I’m not expecting anything, love,” he soothed you, “if it happens, fine, I’m ready for that. If you’re not that’s fine too, just wanna cuddle with you. Feel you pressed against me. Have my sheets smell like you when I get in ‘em the next night.”

You felt more at ease about it, but wrinkled your nose at his last statement.

His eyes grew wide, “no no no,” he hurried out, “I didn’t mean it, like, in a weird way! It came out wrong!”

You giggled at him, “it’s okay, bub, I get it. Why do you think I like wearing your hoodies all the time?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling at you, “yeah?”

“Yeah, and to be honest I don’t really even like hoodies. I’m a sweatshirt kind of gal.”

“Noted,” he answered, saving that info for later, “so what d’ya think about Friday?”

“I’ll stay, but like, do I bring anything?”

“You can bring whatever makes you comfortable, love,” he answered quietly, stepping towards you and cupping your face in his hands.

“Okay,” you breathed, connecting your lips to his.

You kissed for a while, his body pressing yours into the door. You pulled back to take a breath, resting your forehead on his, “but really, do I bring like, a toothbrush and stuff?”

“Yes, love, bring a toothbrush,” he chuckled, pecking you again. He swung his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you off the car, “let’s get you home, yeah?”

He opened your door, letting you inside the driver’s seat and closing the door. You started the car, him still standing there watching you. You rolled down the window, “are you coming or what?” you laughed.

“What?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I’m taking you home, obviously,” you giggled.

He ran around to the other side, hopping in quickly and buckling up. His hand rested against your thigh instantly, stroking his thumb across your skin.

You made the short drive to his house, lights on downstairs showing that Harry was already there.

“Thanks for the ride, baby,” Tom said, leaning over the console and giving you a quick peck.

“Anytime,” you whispered, pecking him again.

“See you Friday,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows, squeezing your thigh.

“Yeah, Friday,” you answered quickly.

He pecked you one last time before slipping out of the car and jogging to the front door. You watched him go inside, waving to each other before you drove off.

THURSDAY

After you were off, you took a long shower, exfoliating everything and shaving your legs, in preparation for tomorrow night. You carefully packed your bag: toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, mouthwash, hair brush, extra ponytail holders, face wash, cute pajamas, fuzzy socks, extra undies (more than you’ll ever possibly need but can’t be too prepared, right?), a cute outfit for Saturday, and a book (because who knows what the tide will bring?).

You’d spent so long worrying about what you would take with you, that you’d forgotten that you had to find something to wear to the movie. You’d already agreed to be Cherry, so you had to come up with something.

You slipped to the back of your closet, finding an old-plaid-navy-school-uniform skirt. That’ll work. You pulled out a plain white sweater that you’d never found a chance to wear, thinking you could tuck that in, and a lace bralette to go underneath it; after all, you wanted to feel a little sexy. You pulled forward some old blue Vans and some white crew socks, planning to fold them over. You also planned to ask your hair and make-up artist to help you with your hair before you left set tomorrow, saving a few pictures for her.

By the time you’d done all that, you figured you better go to bed, turning off the light, crawling into bed, and thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

FRIDAY

You’d had a long and stressful day filming, stuttering over your lines, missing your marks, and overall just not giving your best performance. Everyone has their off days, but you knew this was coming from your worries about tonight.

You called Tom as you were getting your hair done after wrapping for the day.

“Hi, bub, am I interrupting you?” you asked as soon as he answered.

“Never, love,” he answered, “what’s up?”

“Well, I’m getting my hair done for tonight, then I was going to head home. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t want me to stop and get anything at all or bring anything specific with me..”

“Course not, darling. You just have to bring that pretty face…” he trailed off.

If you were with him, you’d have slapped his shoulder lightly. Instead you just giggled, asking, “you’re positive?”

“Yes darling,” he insisted, “I’ll pick you up at 9:00.”

“Alright…” you trailed, “guess I better let you get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later, beautiful,” he whispered, “bye.”

“Bye.”

Your hair and make-up artist finished her work, expertly recreating your example images. You thanked her profusely, complimenting her over and over.

She answered with a simple, “it’s nothing dear,” and a wave of her hand.

You hugged her thank you, heading back to your trailer to collect your things.

By the time you got back to your apartment, it was already 8:30. You quickly dropped your work and other set junk on the table, scurrying to your room to collect your bag for Tom’s. You checked over everything in there, playing all the possible scenarios in your mind before deciding you were prepared.

You changed into your outfit for the night, lacing your shoes and admiring yourself in the full length mirror. You snapped a few pictures, deciding that one was cute and posted it to your Instagram story with the caption, “where’s my Pony?” and a cherry emoji.

As soon as you put it up, Tom knocked on your door. You rushed through the living room to the front door, flinging it open to see what Tom had concocted for the evening. You took in his appearance, mouth watering at the sight. You admired his slicked back hair, tight grey t-shirt, sleeves rolled up a bit of course, loose jeans, cuffed at the hem, beat up black converse, and red flannel hanging over his shoulder; you didn’t realize the effect this dress-up would have on you. You giggled, eyeing him up and down as he did the same to you.

“Hey, doll,” he grinned, meeting your eyes again.

“Hey, Pony,” you laughed.

“Ready to go?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, let me just get my bag from my room,” you said, turning back to grab it from your bed.

At the last second you decided to throw a box of tampons in. You weren’t expecting to use them, but you didn’t want to get stranded without them. You sighed, zipping up the bag and turning off your bedroom light.

You emerged from the room, walking towards Tom, standing by the table.

“Ready,” you said, voice kind of quiet.

“Let’s go then,” he smiled brightly, taking your bag from you and grabbing your hand. You locked the door behind you before following him to his car.

~~~~

When you parked to watch the movie, Tom was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of the title screen and posting it to his public story. You knew fans would be in a tizzy, considering your earlier post, but they always were so what’s the point in worrying. Then he turned to you, “take a photo with me, love?”

“Course, Pony, anything for you,” you said dramatically, even though you loved it.

“Are you gonna call me that all night?” he chuckled.

“Maybe forever,” you answered, laughing loudly.

He pulled his phone up to take a selfie. You smiled wide, pressing your faces together, and he turned to peck your cheek. He snapped another, smiling as well, saving it and setting it as his lock screen.

The movie was great, as expected, and the drive-in atmosphere made it even more fun. You didn’t have to worry about fans interrupting you, a big plus, but it also just fit the movie so well, and it was fun to be in costume.

When it wrapped up and you were waiting in the traffic to pull out of the lot, Tom asked gently, “still wanna come over?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said, trying not to overthink things.

“Okay, just making sure. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just want you to be comfortable,” he said, dropping a hand to your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, well I wanna give it a go,” you said with a small smile, placing your hand on top of his.

He smiled wide, picking up your hand to give it a kiss, before dropping it back into your lap.

The drive to his house was quick after you finally made it out of the parking lot. He hurried around the car, opening your door for you, before grabbing your bag from the backseat.

He placed a hand on your lower back, gently guiding you to the front door. He shuffled around to unlock it, pushing open the door and allowing you to enter first. You stepped inside, making note of Harry on the couch. It was almost 1:00 AM, so you’d assumed he'd be asleep.

“Oh, hey Harry,” you spoke lightly.

“Hey, was wondering when you’d get here…” he trailed off, “I was just about to turn in. Outfit’s great by the way,” he said, standing from the couch and gathering his laptop.

“I don’t mean to chase you out,” you said, not wanting to be in the way.

“No, no, you didn’t,” he soothed, “it’s time to turn in anyway, gonna go golf in the morning.”

“Oh, okay, goodnight.”

“Night,” he said, trudging down the hall.

Tom had set your bag on the bench in the entryway, coming up behind you. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his front, as he snuggled his face into your neck.

“Hi,” he whispered in your hair.

“Hi,” you giggled back, attempting to turn in his grasp.

His hands held you in place, wrapping around to cross over your stomach. He rested his weight against you, slowly swaying the both of you back and forth.

You eyed the mirror across the room, desperate to take pictures like this. After all, he got a new lockscreen earlier…

“Bub,” you giggled, feeling his breath fan across your neck.

“Mmm, yes, my love?” he grumbled, pressing kisses against your skin.

“I wanna take a picture,” you giggled, “over in that cool mirror.”

He squeezed you tighter for a second, before releasing you, “mmkay,” he answered, letting you lead him over to the mirror.

“Do that again,” you told him, guiding his arms around your waist.

He was quick to settle back into you, breathing in your scent as you snapped a few photos in the mirror: a few of him kissing your neck, a few with you both looking in the mirror, a few of him looking at you, lovingly. He buried his face even further into you, hiding completely, as you took just one more. You asked him if it was okay to post one.

“Let me see it first,” he said, wanting to check all of the surroundings for spoilers and whatnot.

He was quick to approve the photo with his lips pressed to your jaw, making you smile.

You put it up on your story, captioning this one, “found him,” with the horse and cherry emojis.

He kissed your neck a few times, watching you post, before mumbling, “ready for bed?”

You yawned slowly, “yeah, I think so.”

“Alright,” he whispered, pecking your cheek one final time.

He slid one hand down your arm, locking your fingers together, and pulling you towards the staircase. He picked up your bag, carrying it with him up to his bedroom. You followed him in and he set your bag on the end of the bed.

“Alright, darling,” he said, rubbing his hands together gently, “make yourself at home.”

“Okay,” you giggled, stepping towards the end of the bed gently.

He’d placed your bag in the middle, next to a sweatshirt. You looked at him, making note of its presence.

“Oh, well, uh, you said you didn’t like hoodies, so I uh, pulled this one out for you, ya know, if you want it,” he said, shuffling his feet.

All you could do was smile, You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. You kissed him gently, lingering for just a second.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips.

“You’re welcome, darling.”

You turned towards the bed, stepping back from him.

“So what’d you bring?” he asked, one hand finding the zipper of your bag as he tried to get a peek inside. You were quick to stop his hands, not wanting him to see the box of tampons thrown on top.

“Things,” you said giggling, “teeth stuff, hair stuff, clothes, a book…” you trailed off.

“A book?” he laughed lightly, “what book?”

“Looking for Alaska,” you answered, “it’s my comfort book.”

“Well, you’ll have to read it to me,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered with a sheepish smile.

“I’m gonna pop in the bathroom real quick, alright?”

“Of course, it’s your house,” you laughed.

In his absence, you changed clothes, dragging on your tiny sleep shorts and matching tank top and pulling his sweatshirt over the top. You moved your bag off the mattress, dropping it on the floor. He came back quickly, seeing your new outfit, and smiling widely.

“Looks good on you,” he grinned.

“Thanks,” you said, “can I take my makeup off?”

“Course,” he answered, gesturing to the bathroom.

While you did that, he changed as well, dressing in a new t-shirt and clean boxers; he didn’t want to get in bed with you for the first time in dirty boxers of course. He shuffled under the covers, tucking into his usual side and propping against the headboard. He scrolled through Instagram, reposting your stories to his own and liking a few posts of yours.

You returned, dropping your items back in your bag, and grabbing your book. You flipped off the overhead light and stepped into the other side, enjoying how utterly domestic everything felt.

He flipped on the lamp on the side table, opening his arm for you to rest against him. You settled against his chest, opening your book to start to read to him. He kissed your head and rubbed small circles into your arm.

Your eyes were getting heavy as you read, but you would gladly stay up all night reading with him. Unfortunately, he started to doze off, snoring just enough for you to hear. You closed the book, marking your page but knowing you’d have to go back a little bit tomorrow, and reached over to turn the light off.

He woke up a bit, grumbling, “what’re you doing, love?”

“Just turning off the light,” you whispered, “go back to sleep.”

He sank down to lay against the pillows. You dropped back over to your side, curling up, but leaving some distance between you two. You faced him, admiring his face as he slept.

“What’re you doing?” he grumbled, eyes still closed.

“What do you mean?” you giggled, “going to sleep.”

“No, c’mere,” he said, reaching an arm out to wrap around your waist.

He pulled you into him, tangling your legs together and pecking your cheeks. You giggled at him, pulling his lips to yours, kissing him goodnight.

“G’night, my love,” he grumbled, tipping his head back to rest his chin against your forehead.

“Night, Pony,” you whispered back.

He chuckled, squeezing you tighter before you both drifted off to sleep.