30 Days Idol Challenge - Day 26 (Part 2)

More Hiddles and Friends!

I’ll have you know that my app crashed twice already - which should be an indication of the hotness level…

1) Tom & Chris Evans (dorky darlings that @avenger-nerd-mom and I love)

2) Tom & Zach (gorgeous goofballs)

(tagging @peskipixi for reasons)

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3) Tom with other friends and co-stars

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Tommy's Girl (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by tomhollandislife

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Cole Sprouse x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Tom calls Y/N to see what time they would be home while they are still hanging out on set with Cole. But, when Y/N thinks they hung up on Tom, Tom overhears their conversation with Cole.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Another Cole and Tom fic! I loved the last one and I’m glad others did too. This sweet fic was requested by an anon who said, “can you do another tom imagine ft cole? I luv your last one!!! The reader stays back at set with cole when she recieves a call tom. After they finished the call, she thinks she hung up but she doesnt and tom overhears their conversation. And cole asks if she would ever cheat and she tells cole how much she loves tom. She gets home and tom is already asleep so she sneaks into the bed with him accidentally waking him up, he doesnt tell her he heard he just says i love u, and she just gets confused.”

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You sat in Cole’s dressing room, drinking and laughing with him. You loved times like this, where you could relax after work with one of your best friends. You sat close to Cole, his arm around you while he told a story of him and his brother, a story you’d never heard before.

There was a moment of pause in Cole’s story because you two were laughing so hard and the memory. It was then that your phone rang, the loud staccato of your ringtone broke the laughter and you cleared your throat to answer it.

“Hello?” You answered and slapped Cole’s arm in an attempt to quiet him.

“Hey, babe. When are you coming home? I was thinking about making dinner soon.” Tom’s voice echoed through the phone.

You smiled, played with the hem of your shirt as you spoke. “I don’t know. I’ll be home in an hour maybe? Cole and I are just hanging out.”

“Oh okay. Do you mind picking up some onions on your way home? I’m going to go through all of the ones we have. I’m making that spaghetti you love.”

You couldn’t help but gasp at the mention of your favorite meal. “Really? Tom, you like never make that.”

“Well, I was thinking since you’ve been eating take out with Cole and working hard so much lately, you deserved a home cooked meal. But, you need to get the onions, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, taking a look at Cole, who was making faces at you. “Thank you, baby. I’ll see you at home.”

“You’re welcome, love. Bye.”

“Bye.” You repeated and hung up.

Or at least, you thought you hung up as you set your phone down beside you.

“Sorry, Cole. Tom was just wondering when I was getting home. He’s making that spaghetti I love.” You apologized, the smile Tom put on your face did not falter.

“It’s fine, Y/n. How have you guys been?” He asked, placing a hand on his knee.

“Good. Great, actually.” You smiled, a blush crawling up your cheeks.

“That’s nice. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“Would you ever cheat on Tom?”

The question shocked you as you sat frozen for a second, tried to process what Cole had asked and shook your head.

“No. Oh god, no. I would never cheat on Tom. I love him, Cole. He’s the best damn thing to ever happen to me.” You stated in an offended tone. “I should- I should go.”

You stood up and started to get your things and all the while, Tom had heard every word, finally knowing that you loved him before he hung up the phone.

“I’ll see you later.” You muttered and walked out the door, despite Cole’s begs for you to stay.

You walked out to your car, texting Tom and apologizing that you would be home later than what you said due to something coming up. You needed to drive around to take the stress off, just as you used to as a teen.

It was nine o'clock by the time you texted Tom again, an hour after you last one with you saying you would be home soon.

You were still upset by what Cole had asked, but you were not as upset as you were earlier. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort when you walked into the home you shared with Tom.

The house was quiet as you walked into the kitchen, where a plate of spaghetti waited for you.

You assumed Tom had already went to bed as you set your bag down. You smiled to yourself and walked into the bedroom to find Tom asleep, hugging a pillow and snoring softly with the TV still on.

Without a sound, you climbed onto the bed near where he rested and ran your fingers through his hair. You smiled softly as he stirred before he woke up.

“You are one light sleeper.” You laughed lightly. “Thank you for the dinner. I’ll eat it soon.”

Tom yawned with a lopsided smile. “How was your time with Cole?”

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” You sighed.

“Oh, did something happened?” Tom asked, knowing exactly what happened, but asked nevertheless.

“Yes.” You said and took in a deep breath. “But I’ll tell you about it later so you can sleep and I can go eat and then come back and join you.”

You ruffled his hair a little and placed a kiss on his lips before walking to the door, but was stopped when Tom said your name.

“Y/n?” His voice was soft and innocent sounding.

“Yeah, honey?”

“I love you.”

You stood, shocked for a moment at what caused Tom to say those three magical words before you accepted the idea of him loving you too and confessed your own feelings softly.

“I love you, too.”

30 Days Idol Challenge - Day 26 (Part 1)

Oh, I bet I’ll find lots of hugging and radiant smiles. *dreamy sigh* Because there are so many yummy photos to share, there’ll be TWO PARTS.

WARNING: This post is going to kill a massive amount of ovaries!

1) Tom & Ben (aka excruciatingly beautiful doube trouble)

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2) Tom & Eddie

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3) Tom & Chris Hemsworth (aka the ultimate bromance - or more *coughs*)

(Ugh, you bloody flirt.)

(Ugh, that damn caress.)

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I’m already dead, no idea how I’ll survive putting up Part 2. @noclevernamelbr and @hiddlesbumlustalot will tide you over until I’ve recovered.

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anonymous asked:

Drabble: you've been talking to Tom on Instagram through DMs and there's obviously chemistry between the two of you and it's very flirty. The two of you find things that remind each other of the other one and send letters back and forth. He finally gets a little break in his schedule and surprises you.

You were a little known actress who was generating some buzz for your solid featured roles. You had a day off from auditions, so you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw a photo your friend Zendaya posted. You liked it and put heart eyes emojis under it. And kept scrolling.

“Awe, Y/N!” Zendaya squealed as she sat in Tom’s trailer. “Huh?” Tom asked looking up from his phone. “Oh nothing. My friend Y/N, who I haven’t talked to in forever just liked my pic.” She smiled and had an idea, “I’ll give her a call.”

You were surprised that she called you, “Hey Z!”,”Hey boo!”

Before you knew it, you two were on Facetime for about 2 hours. “Oh shoot, I have to go they’re calling us back on set!”

“I forgot you’re doing that new Spidey movie!” You remembered. “Yeah, oh here’s Tom.”

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Cherry Blossom

Hi guys! This imagine was inspired by the
sweetest lullaby I’ve ever heard! (Please do yourself a favor and listen to cherry blossom by Lana Del Rey) This imagine basically takes the reader on a cute tour through their relationship with Tom, if that makes any sense? I hope you like it and I’ll have another story up soon!💗
Cherry Blossom
“What you don’t tell no one,
You can tell me.”
Tom was curled around her, his body protectively obscuring her from the window’s light. Her back was to him so Tom couldn’t see her crying, but he could feel her tiny frame rattle against his chest and hear her sharp intakes of air.
When he’d come home from work to her apartment, he had called out for her, spreading his arms out to welcome her into them, but she never came down the stairs. She didn’t even answer him.
Growing confused, and a little paranoid, he continued calling for her as he walked down the hallway and into her bedroom. When he opened the door, all he could see was top of her head hidden beneath blankets that quaked from the ferocity of her tears. Tom could hear her little sobs and immediately began to demand an explanation.
“Darling, darling,” He knelt on the floor beside her, “What’s going on? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? What’s happened?”
She shook her head and opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the willpower to speak. She tossed onto her side and more tears leaked onto her pillow.
Tom quickly crossed over to the other side of the bed, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s the matter. Please darling, what’s wrong?”
“Can you just tuck me in and cuddle?” She asked, finally mustering up the strength to talk. “I’ll tell you in a bit, I just,” and she dissolved into sniffles and tears once more.
Following her directions, Tom pushed his way through the ocean of blankets engulfing her bed and pulled her into his chest. Reaching down, he tangled his limbs with hers and swaddled them both. Stroking her hair and kissing her temple, Tom waited for her to let him in.
After a while, Tom wasn’t sure how long because he didn’t dare check his phone, her crying stopped and she fell asleep. His mind was swamped with everything awful that she could’ve encountered during his absence, and he glanced over her body for any signs of physical damage, but was unable to spot any.
It was still dark when she awoke and rolled over to blink her eyes sleepily at Tom. “What happened?” Tom questioned her again, “Please tell me now so I can help.”
She hesitated and rolled away from him. “It’s so embarrassing Tom, you’re going to think that I’m so dumb.” She whined, pulling the duvet completely over her head.
Letting out an agitated sigh, Tom too yanked the blankets over his head and searched for her body in the sea of fuzzy, too warm blankets. Locating her waist, he turned her onto her side and held her in place with a firm arm around her waist.
“I’ve never told anyone before.” She whispered.
“You can tell me.” Tom assured her, gently pushing her hair away from her eyes.
Little ghost tall, tan
Like milk and honey
When she’d come home from her final class of the day, she had found Tom snoozing on her sofa with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest and soft snores drifting past his lips. She crept silently into the kitchen, setting her things down as carefully as she could.
She knew that Tom barely had time off, and the last thing that she’d ever want to do was disturb him. Slipping her boots off, she hastily prepared a cup of tea and left it on the kitchen counter to cool while she changed her clothes. Humming as she walked down the hall, she wondered what the pair would do for dinner.
Tom woke up to the familiar melody of her voice bouncing off of the walls. When he opened his eyes, she was more than halfway down the hall, tossing her sweater into the bedroom they shared whenever he was in town.
His stomach rumbled and Tom made his way into the kitchen to fix them both a snack. Tom quickly took notice of her tea, sitting unguarded on the counter and took a sip. Dissatisfied with the flavor, Tom hustled back into the fridge to add something more.
She was wonderful at many things, fixing tea, however, was not one of them. She’d just toss the tea bag into water and leave it in the microwave for 30 seconds, and complain about how much better he was at making her tea.
Tom bustled about, adding almond milk and sugar, and didn’t notice that she had reentered the kitchen. She hadn’t noticed that Tom had moved from his position, sprawled across her couch, either.
Her eyes were on her phone as she looked up restaurants nearby that delivered, so she hadn’t seen Tom back away from the fridge, and Tom’s eyes were fixed on unscrewing the milk’s top, so he hadn’t seen her make her way over to the fridge. When the pair collided, she screamed in surprise and Tom’s clumsily allowed the milk to slip from his hands and spill across the floor.
“Jeez, Tom! You scared me!” She breathed, clutching her chest, and trying not to ogle his nearly shirtless chest.
“Me?” Tom asked, incredulously, “You’re like a little ghost creeping through the house! I didn’t even hear you come home!”
Giving into her temptation, her eyes wandered over Tom’s exposed, tan skin. “You know, I live in L.A. and you’re still tanner than me, why is that?”
Snorting, Tom replied, “Because you don’t leave the house unless you need another book to read. If you came to the beach with me, maybe you’d get a little sun!” He leaned over her to kiss her mouth, “I’m happy you’re home.”
Smiling into their kiss, she curled an arm around Tom’s neck and attempted to move closer to him, forgetting the spilled milk.
Her socks slide through the mess on the floor, and Tom did his best to catch her, but still, they both fell to the floor, tangled together, with her back awkwardly pressed against the carton of milk.
“Whoops?” She offered, as Tom laughed.
You’re very brave
And you’re very free
She watched Tom on stage, smiling, laughing and answering questions, completely at ease in front of hundreds of people. He was just so happy. Tom was living his dream and she felt so lucky to be with him that her heart was swollen.
She could barely believe that he was still himself, so goofy and relaxed, in front of so many people. Shaking her head, she laughed softly to herself. What a pair they were, him being a total extrovert, while she could barely speak to ten people at once without feeling overwhelmed.
Tom caught her eye from his spot on stage and winked at her. Rolling her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her lips and blew him a kiss.
Cocking his head to the side, Tom mouthed a quick “ I love you,” before returning his attention to the fans.
So swing it high -
Cherry blossom
On your sycamore tree
Tom tossed in her twin-sized bed while she touched up her mascara before they went for breakfast. “You’re bed is so small,” He grumbled.
Not even turning to look at him, she fished through her makeup table to locate her favorite lip gloss. “Oh shush, it’s not like I knew that I’d have you.”
Neither one of them had been ready for each other when they first met. Tom was busy preparing for his biggest role yet, while she was entirely focused on her education. They’d bumped into each other in Barnes and Noble, while they reached for the same author of two different books.
Tom, being ever so social, laughed and asked her if she’d ever read Philip Roth before, while blush stained her cheeks and her voice shook when she realized that Peter Parker was talking to her.
When she affirmed that she had, Tom told her that this was his first try. She eyed the book in his hands and laughed out loud when she saw that it was ‘Portnoy’s Complaint.’ “You’ve never read Philip Roth before and you’re going to start out with a book about excessive masturbation?” She teased him, unable to stifle her giggles.
Now, it was Tom’s turn to blush. Shoving the book back onto the shelf, he confessed, “Wow, I did not know that that’s what the book was about. I just thought you were pretty and wanted something to talk to you about.”
The girl’s blush returned.
“But now,” Tom said, leaning up against the shelves, “I must ask why you seem so familiar with a book about excessive masturbation?”
Ever since that day, she and Tom had become inseparable and a framed copy of ‘Portnoy’s Complaint’ hung in her house.
“Well, since you know that I’m here now, I want to always be here.” Tom said, curling his arms up and behind his head as he leaned onto her pillows.
“What are you saying?” She asked, pausing all of her movements.
“Let’s move in together. I want to always be with you.” Tom said.
“Tom?” She turned to him, unsure of what to say. “What are you thinking?”
“That you should wear the lipgloss that makes you taste sweet as a cherry and that we should find a place together.” He got up from the bed and crossed the room to her. Kneeling besides her chair, he said, “I know it’s kind of crazy right now, but nowhere I go feels like home without you there. Whatever you want to do is fine, you don’t have to move in with me if you think we’re going too fast. I mean that.”
Taking his face between her palms, she kissed him slowly. “Okay, but I want a cherry blossom tree for good luck.”

Hear Me

Summary: Modern AU Professor Tom is away for the night and receives a distressed call from his wife.  

Genre: Fluff/Romance/Erotica (?)

Rating/Warning: M -  Possibly me being overly cautious.  Perhaps not everyone’s cup of tea.  Contains use of “Daddy” and things of that nature.  Non-explicit shenanigans.  Is “Literary Phone Sex” a thing in fiction?  I dunno.  You have been warned.

Author’s Notes: I just really hate Tom Hiddleston and my own imagination right now.  That fault is with those two things, but let’s blame @i-wanna-be-toms-body-pillow instead.  Same characters as See Me.  All mistakes are mine.

He was reaching for his phone to text her a goodnight kiss when her ringtone filled the hotel room.

“There is something skittering in the walls!” she Snoopy wailed before his greeting was complete. “Get back here right this instant and fulfill your wedding vows!”

He smiled at the sincere panic in her voice, feeling like it was disloyal but unable to stop it.  Her fear of the creepy crawlies, as she called them, was something he learned rather quickly about her.  She’d gone as far as to include it in their wedding ceremony, inspiring the same kind of smiles from those in attendance who were familiar with her long-standing aversion.

“Darling, as much as I relish being your rescuer and as much as I am loathe to deny any request of yours, I’m afraid I am unable to directly assist you with this.”

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gray-rose13  asked:

For the blurb thing either the nickname of "love" or "my love" and if you already got that one maybe a traveling together blurb! ❤️

you had decided to head to montreal with tom for a few weeks while he was filming chaos walking. you were in the room waiting for him to come back with lunch, sitting on the couch in the living room with harry. he had asked you if you wanted to watch a movie and you knew he regretted it as soon as he asked. you connected your computer to the tv, logging onto your netflix and hurriedly typing “10 things i hate about you”. you had forced harry to watch this almost every time you both decided to watch a movie together whenever tom and harrison were busy on set. he kept his complaints to a minimum, he considered you part of the family and would put up with you in regards to anything. you had made it to the part where kat helps patrick get out of detention, and he took her on a date - paint balling. you swooned “i’d love to do paint balling like that! it looks fun.” as you said this, you felt arms wrap around you from behind, a kiss being pressed to the back of your head. you looked up and smiled at tom, pickering your lips as a signal for him to lean down. he gave you a lingering kiss, pulling back when harry playfully made gagging noises. tom picked up the pillow next to you and chucked it at him.

“10 things again?” you nodded excitedly at tom, smiling when he laughed at you, shaking his head. he glanced at the tv, noticing that the movie was on one of your favorite scenes, their date. he had walked in on you commenting on how you’d wanted to go paint balling. “lunch is on the table, i have to go to the bathroom. i’ll meet you at the table, okay?” you leaned up to peck him again, “okay.” tom made his way to the bathroom, his phone out googling any paint balling arenas near by. he looked for the one’s closest to the one like in the movie, the kind where the paint is filled in balloons. he found one an hour away and checked the time. it was only two pm, he could still make a day date out for it and surprise you. he smiled and tucked his phone into his pocket, flushing the toilet to make it seem like he used the restroom before walking out.

“darling, grab your lunch. we’re taking it to go.” you looked up, a mouth full of the spaghetti he brought you, a confused look on your face. “where?” “can’t tell you,” he looked at harry and harrison, “we’ll catch you in a few hours.” he grabbed your hand once you were ready and off you went. you both spent the car ride singing tiredly to the songs on the radio before growing tired and connecting on of your phone’s, listening to your throwbacks playlist on spotify. about and hour later, tom was off the freeway and on the streets, so you tried to ask where you were going again. “tom, where are we?” “your clothes - the ones you’re wearing right now - do you mind getting them dirty?” you glanced at your sweats and tank top, you faced tom again and shook your head, shrugging. he smiled in response, “good, then you’re ready.” “ready for what?” he smiled at you repeating the line from your favorite movie, he looked at yo hand then glanced back at your destination, lifting a hand to point at the sign. you looked at it, reading it in confusion, before realization hit you. you bounced in your seat and smiled widely. “tom! you didn’t have to. thank you!” he chuckled, parking and undoing his seatbelt, leaning over the center console to kiss you. “anything for you, my love.”

30 Days Idol Challenge - Day 5

I snuck this in so I could post all the GQ suit porn… *evil laughter*

So, which Tom in Brown will steal your heart (hah, as if he hasn’t already stolen it)?

1) Tom in a brown suit

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More ‘brownies’ under the cut.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there B! So I just saw ur post, and I was wondering if you could write a Drabble where Tom friend zones the reader like on another level, but then regrets doing that when reader moves on? And can it end in fluff? Thanks so much Plus the gifs you pick when u post give me life!!!❤️😂

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Sorry this one took so long! I really gotta finish them now because an Anon called me out😂

You and Tom had been working on the second Spider-man and had been pretty close. But what Tom didn’t know is that you had a major crush on him and wanted to pursue a relationship.

You and Zendaya were on the way to her trailer when she was trying to hype you up to finally ask him out. “You got this girl!”, “You’re the most gorgeous girl I know and he’d be an idiot not to want you! You’re smart, funny, I could o on and on!”

You lightly bounced on your toes with your coffee in hand. “Okay! I got this.” She opened the door to her trailer were Tom, Haz, Laura, and Jacob were hanging out. 

“Hey you guys!” Tom said looking up from his phone. You melted at his voice, his hair, his eyes, just everything about him made you scream internally. 

You smiled and sat next to him and as time went ass you could feel Zendaya staring a hole into your head. You felt your phone vibrate and you read the message, Do it! Or I’ll do it for you!

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Let me talk about how much I adore chubby Tord plus Tom loving up on and appreciating him.

  • Tom giving Tord belly rubs, complimenting him. Saying how beautiful he is.
  • Cute pet names… Tom calling Tord ‘Big Bear’
  • Tord gives the best cuddles, don’t @ me.
  • Tom coming up from behind while Tord is doing something and squeezes his belly, appreciating how soft it is.
  • When they’re cuddling, Tom uses Tord’s stomach as a pillow. ( The BEST pillow. )
  • Tom mentioning how he wants Tord to squeeze his head in between his thic©k thighs.
  • When they’re fucking and Tom uses this as one of the many times to call Tord “Beautiful,” “Gorgeous,” “Good boy,” “Beautiful Boy,” ETC. ETC.
  • Tord is like a big ol’ lap cat and will sit/lay on Tom’s lap, no matter where he is.
  • When it’s cold out ( Or Winter weather ) Tom sticks his hands up Tord’s hoodie to warm up…

In memory of The Night Manager

Not my pics. Credit and thanks to @ larygo

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See Me

Summary: Modern AU Professor Tom creates a worry-free evening for his elementary school teacher wife after a long week at work.

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating/Warning: M - Possibly me being overly cautious.  Perhaps not everyone’s cup of tea.  Contains use of “Daddy” and things of that nature.  Non-explicit shenanigans.  You have been warned.  

Author’s Notes:  This is for @i-wanna-be-toms-body-pillow so blame her.  <3

He met her at the door.

It had been such a difficult week.

A week of assessments and stress and suits in state offices deciding what “standards” meant.

A week of runny noses and tears and little hands that always needed something.

A week of never ending reports and meetings and late nights.

But now she was home.

Now she was in his arms.

Now she could rest.

Now she could cry.

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30 Days Idol Challenge - Day 23

I think you’d better lie down for these… ;-) (I’m going to be naughty - ha, big surprise - and post not just Sleeping!Tom but everything remotely involving him and a bed.)

So, which Tom gets an invitation to your bed?

1) Jonathan Pine (and ‘one of his many selves’)?

Bonus: TNM sleeping scene gifs

2) Tortured, beautiful Adam (who’d bite you)?

3) Angelic William for sweet dreams?

4) Madly tempting Laing?

5) Hank Williams (for serenades, daddy feels and “bronco ridin’”)

Bonus 1: Freddie

Bonus 2: Edward

Bonus 3: Sir Thomas Sharpe (for some haunted nookie)

Bonus 4: SlumberParty! Tom

*falls into bed*

@noclevernamelbr and @hiddlesbumlustalot have more wet dreams for you - erm, I mean, sleeping Tom.

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Simple Plan

I looked out the kitchen window, leaning on the sink to see how bad it was. The rain seemed to rage on, making me pout.

“Don’t make that face.” Tom said from the counter.

“What face? I’m not making a face.” I said, striking a goofy one and turning to face him. He smiled and shook his head.

“I know you were pouting. It’s not so bad Love. Just water.” he said, putting his phone down.

“I know. But I was looking forward to going out and spending time with you. Alone.” I said, sitting next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

“I know love. But hey, we can watch whatever you want.” he said, kissing my forehead. I smiled. I knew he was trying to make me feel better, and it was cute. I let out a long and loud sigh and groaned fine, making him smile.

“That’s my girl.” We headed onto the couch and covered up with a blanket, our feet entangled with one another. Occasionally, he would lift my face up to his and give me a small and quick peck.

“Babe, I love you and all but I’ve really got to wee.” he said. I laughed and let him get up, kicking his butt with my foot.

“Hey! Watch it.” he said, comforting his arse. I smiled and he rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had more blankets and pillows and Tessa ran after him.

“Hey girl! Where have you been?” I cooed.

“She was on our bed again under the blanket.” Tom laughed, setting his bundle down. I scratched her ears and she panted, enjoying it.

“As King of PillowTown, I request a new room to be installed.” Tom said dramatically, puffing his chest and chin out.

“And as Queen, I agree. Lady Tessa, fetch me the draperies.“I said curtsying to Tessa. She cocked her head and gave me a pillow.

“Close enough. Let’s go.“I said, hitting Tom with the pillow. He hit me back with one and a small pillow fight broke out.

"Okay okay. Let us not dwaddle.” Tom said.

“Oh. Fancy word."I teased. He made a face and we started to build the base. After a good hour, our fort extended above us, barely high enough for us to sit and barely have a few inches of a ceiling. I laid back onto our pillows and Tessa laid her head down on my knee. Tom laid his head on my stomach and I played with his hair

"I know it’s not much Love, but I think this was a great date.” he said, closing his eyes as my fingers ran through his hair softly.

“I agree King Pillowtown."I said, slightly tugging on his hair.

"I knew you would. Queen Pillowtown.” He raised his head up for a kiss and I bent down, meeting his thin yet enjoyable lips. The kiss got interrupted when my phone played “Never Gonna Give You Up,” by Rick Astley. I smiled into the kiss and Tom groaned. He got up,groaning and grabbed my phone from the couch. I checked and it was just a message from my Aunt.

“It’s nothing important. Just my Aunt saying she got a new car. Now come here.” I whined, opening my arms up. He smiled and laid back down, letting me continue playing with his hair.

“I love you.” he said, opening his eyes to look at me.

“I love you, too.” I said, leaning down to kiss him. Tessa came over and licked both our faces and we laughed.

“Love you too, Tess.” Tom and I said together.

I wanted to write something short and simple, not too extravagant. I’m a little rusty from writing stories and I’m slowly getting my moho back so bear with me on these somewhat imagines aha.