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staplernpaper · 3 years

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Comfort Me (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Today was a bad day for (y/n) and spencer knows the right cure for it; Barbie movies and instant noodles

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Self-esteem issues, Boss who bullies (if you feel like there's more, please do tell)

Author note: A lot of the snacks mentioned are snacks from my country. No offence to you Americans but Cheetos is pretty disgusting, long live Super Rings. Btw kicap is soy sauce. Sorry if the ending is a bit rushed, I'm bad at writing them.

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As soon as (y/n) awoke from her slumber, she knew deep down in her guts that today was going to be a bad day. And you know what she was right. It wasn't one big horrible event that ruined her day but rather little things that accumulated that worsen her day

First, the convenience store had not re-stocked any of their sandwiches or bread. She didn't want to go through the hassle of lining up at cafes as the lines would have been insanely long by now. Therefore she had to forgo breakfast. On some days it wouldn't be so bad but since she had missed dinner yesterday, the hunger hit her hard.

Second, once she arrived to work, she and a few workers could feel the wicked aura surrounding their boss. When the evil aura appears for some reason her boss will start to target a single worker and berate them on everything they do; sadly (y/n) was the target. Her boss was extra mean today from commenting on small errors on the report to insulting her appearances.

Third, when she walking back home out of nowhere it started raining. She could have taken shelter at a cafe or restaurant, but this day was bad enough; she just wanna get home as soon as possible. Plus it was only another 10-minute walk. She could make it and she did (Although heavily drenched). However, that wasn't the part that pissed her off the most, what pissed her off was the fact that as soon as she arrived in front of the door of her house, the rain stopped.

Lastly, (y/n) was finally at her door, all she needed to do was unlock the door and she could get into some warm dry clothes and finally be done with this horrid day. After rummaging through her bag, she found her keys. As she was about to insert the key into the lock, her keys drop. The sound of the key hitting the floor caused her to snap and the tears began to flow.

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Walking into the living room she dropped herself onto the couch. Taking one of the throw pillows, she slammed her face into it. The pillow shall absorb her tear and soften her defeated scream. She was such in a state of misery that she didn't hear her boyfriend exiting from the bathroom. She was so deep in despair that she didn't hear him making his way to her until she felt fingers rubbing her head.

The sensational feeling caused her to look up and there she was face with her lover. His hand was still rubbing her head and he was kneeling right in front of where her head was laid. " Spencer? When did you get back", when you uttered those words, her voice cracked; she sounded so defeated.

" The jet landed a couple of hours ago, I was gonna tell you but I thought it would be a good idea if I surprised you". hearing his answer you let out a little hum. "You got back from a case, yet your the one comforting me". Since Spencer's work was a lot more emotionally draining than hers, (y/n) felt like it was her responsibility to comfort him. Yet, at this moment she failed like she had failed as his partner.

She felt like a complete failure.

Spencer continued to rub her head but then stopped. She was about to ask him to continue but then he gave her a peck on her cheek and instructed her to take a quick shower. Hmm, she honestly had forgotten that she was soaking wet.

Off (y/n) went into the bathroom. In the shower she was now left alone with her thoughts, she couldn't help but replay the nasty comments her boss made.

Dear God, can't you do anything right

The shower was turned off

My 5-year-old could do a better job on the report than you

A pair of PJ was put on

I don't even know why you're here. If you weren't here, there would be no difference

Ass was planted on the couch

You're pathetic

The nasty voices in her head would have continued on but a pleasant scent hit her nose. Is that the smell of curry? No, wait, she could also smell kicap. Was Spencer cooking now? This sent her into a panic, the boy may have an IQ of 187 but cannot cook to save his life. (y/n) was about to run to the kitchen when out came Spencer with two large bowls. Without saying a word he set the bowls onto the coffee table and proceeded to go back into the kitchen.

Seeing what was in the bowls, her heart fluttered. He made her a bowl of 'Mi Sedap' and a bowl of 'Maggi' curry flavoured. Spencer came out once again, this time holding a mug in one hand and having an assortment of snacks tucked in the other. Setting down the mug and snacks she saw exactly what it was. The mug was filled with Milo and the snacks were some of her favourites growing up; 'Super Rings', 'Cottage Fries' and 'Miaow Miaow Green Peas Snacks'.

Spencer went to their shared room to retrieve a duvet. He proceeded to wrap both (y/n) and himself in the said duvet. So here was (y/n) cuddled next to Spencer wrapped around in the duvet with snacks, noodles and drinks in arms reach.

With the remote in Spencer's hand, he went through the movies that were available on demand. what he chose made (y/n) grin like a Cheshire cat.

Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper

Halfway through the movie, it was evident to Spencer that (y/n) felt a lot better as he could hear her quiet mumbles as she sings along to 'How Can I Refuse'.

When the movie ended, a large some of the food had been devoured and (y/n) felt better. Sure not 100% great but definitely better. "Hey, muffin" Hearing one of the many pet names that have been bestowed upon him grabbed his attention. " Thanks for doing all of this, this was exactly what I needed"

For pretty boy, gratitude and compliments from a significant other were something that still sent him into a state of fluster and a frenzy of blushing. He was speechless but (y/n) was not going to stop there with the compliments

" You really are the best boyfriend ever"

" I'm so glad you fit all the 3 'B's. Brains, Beauty, Butt "

" You really are the best doctor since you knew the right cure for me"

Hearing that last comment, Spencer knew he had to come clean. "The truth is I actually didn't know what to do. I just simply used the same techniques you used to comfort me"

Spencer stared into (y/n)'s eyes and kissed her deeply. "So if you think about it you're the true doctor here for coming up with the best comfort method". (y/n) could feel Spencer's arm wrapped around her and brought her to cuddle into his side. She felt his rhythmic breathing pattern. This with the other factors such as a full tummy and the warmth of Spencer, (y/n) caused her eyes to be droopy.

When Spencer heard her quiet snores, he looked down and saw her peacefully sleeping at his side. He smiled, not only was she really cute but it also made him look back at all the moments where she stood up to help him. With a goodnight kiss on the head, he uttered another thank you to her and started to feel the effects of sleepiness himself.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #fanfic #reader inserts

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years

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The Craigslist Date - Chapter 1

Hey all, thought I’d try my hand at writing a fic since I enjoy reading them so much. I’m going to try to update every day for the first five days just so I can get some sort of masterlist started, and then it’ll drop to updating weekly. Please give feedback whether you like it or not! It’ll help me grow as a writer. Much thanks to @thorne93 for being a sweetheart and reading it before I posted!

Word count: 1415

Warnings: None. I hardly even swear irl, so there’s not even really any of that in here. There will be fluff in later chapters, though.

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Something had to be wrong. You pushed your thumb and forefinger against the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes against the computer screen’s brightness. The numbers weren’t adding up. No matter how many times you re-counted, you still came up $200 dollars short. You needed the numbers to be wrong.

How in the hell were you supposed to come up with $200 by this weekend? You thought briefly about selling a kidney, but you were pretty sure none of your English Lit major friends knew anyone who’d be buying one.

If only you could work more hours. Around classes and studying, the hours you were able to work in the school cafeteria barely covered your normal expenses, much less any surprises. After that uninsured jerk hit your car two weeks ago, you’d had to get your taillight replaced to avoid any traffic tickets, and your bank account was suffering. You hadn’t eaten anything but ramen and hot dogs in over a week and you were getting sick of taking sponge baths to lower your water bill. While your next paycheck would be enough to cover your utilities, your rent was due in five days and no amount of penny pinching would magically add $200 dollars to your account before then.

With a sigh, you opened up Craigslist and turned to the want ads. Maybe you could sell your couch. Or your dresser; your clothing was usually kept in piles on the floor anyway, right?

You found someone willing to pay $100 for a bed frame – your mattress would work just as well on the floor, right? – and were about to click on it when a listing at the bottom of the page caught your eye.

Looking for woman to take our (M) friend out on a date - $250

You blinked and double-checked to see if you’d read that right. There had to be a mistake. But when you looked again, $250 dollars was still staring back at you. They must be looking for a hooker, you thought. Unable to help yourself, you clicked the link.

“Four friends are in search of a female date for a fifth friend (male). Payment will be given up front. Must be a female at least 20 years old and free Friday the 30th from 6:45-9pm. No sex required. The date will be in a public place, so you don’t need to worry about being kidnapped. (We promise none of us are creepy.) Looking for someone interested in art or history, if possible. To apply text (917)555-6011; please include your first name and why you responded.”

Well…that was certainly something. You leaned back in your chair and reread the ad. So they weren’t looking for a hooker. But what is wrong with their friend that they felt the need to pay someone to go on a date with him?

A series of quacks from your phone pulled you out of your head and back into the present. You looked at the text and smiled. “Hey sis!” it read, “I saw these flowers and thought of you. Since I can’t give them to you in person I’m sending you a pic.” A picture of your younger brother beaming while holding a fistful of buttercups accompanied the message. You shot back a, “Thank you so much, Jeremiah! They’re beautiful,” with a selfie of your smile and put your phone back down.

Maybe that was it. Maybe their friend had Down syndrome like Jeremiah, or was on the autism spectrum and had a hard time meeting people. You were good with people like that. Maybe you could make enough to cover your rent and make someone’s day at the same time. Hell, with $250, you could even get some food that wasn’t ramen and take a real shower.

Reservations gone, you picked up your phone again and typed in the number. It took you less than a minute to type up your message and hit send. Now all you had to do was hope you made the cut.

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“Nat, Sam’s phone dinged! Maybe our ad got a reply!”

Nat shook her head as Clint yelled from the kitchen. She yelled back from her spot curled up on the living room floor, “No one’s answered in the past two days. I told you no one would go for it. It’s a stupid idea.”

Clint poked his head around the corner. “But maybe someone finally did. And if it’s such a stupid idea, why’d you join the money pool to pay for it?”

Nat sighed. “Because Steve’s never gonna find his own date, no matter how many suggestions I feed him. Check to see if it’s a reply or just a regular text.”

“I can’t. Sam changed his password after Bucky changed his phone background to that picture of Fluttershy and he won’t tell me what it is now.”

“Fine, toss it here.” Nat caught it easily and put in the new password.

“Hey, how come he told you but not me?”

“Because I’m not the one who told Bucky what it was last time.” Nat pulled down the notification so she could read the first bit. She cocked an eyebrow. “Well, whadda ya know. We did get a reply.”

Clint hopped over the back of the couch and peered over her shoulder. “I wanna see! I wanna see!”

“Hello,” the text read, “my name is Y/N, I’m 22, and I’m replying to your craigslist ad. I’m replying because I want to help your friend have a really nice evening, and if I’m being completely honest also I need money for my rent that’s due Saturday.”

“Where’d my phone go?” Sam called out from the kitchen.

“It’s in here! Our ad got a reply!” Clint called out, bouncing up and down like a little kid. “Her name is Y/N, and she –”

“Let him read it himself,” Natasha interrupted. Sam came into the room and she passed him his phone. Clint kept bouncing as Sam took his time with reading the text.

“What should we text her back?” Sam asked, looking at Nat.

“I think –”

“I’m asking Nat, Clint. You have terrible ideas.”

“Hey,” Clint pretended to pout. “I came up with the idea for the post, didn’t I? That was a good idea.”

Sam shook his head. “Finding Steve a date on Craigslist is not a good idea, even if it does end up working. It’s just a better idea than anything Tony came up with.”

“Well, from the little bit we know about her, Y/N seems nice,” Nat interrupted Clint before he could protest. “She might be a little young, but Steve’s old enough that we knew that would happen. I’d say we give her a chance. It’s not like we’ve been swamped with replies, and Tony already made reservations at the restaurant for this weekend.”

“Done,” Sam said, drafting a reply.

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You jumped when your phone quacked less than 15 minutes after sending your text. It’s okay. I’m sure it’s just Jeremiah. You checked your notification. Nope, not Jeremiah.

You smiled as you read the text. “Hi, Y/N,” it started, “thank you for your reply. You sound like a sweet person, and honesty is a great quality that definitely isn’t going to disqualify you. If you’re sure you’d like to do this, I’ll give you the date details. My name’s Sam, btw.”

Your heart was beating as you sent your affirmation. This time it only took two minutes for Sam to reply.

“Be at Daniel on E. 65th at 6:45 this Friday. I’ll meet you out front and pay you before it starts. Your date will be there at 7; his name is Steve. Don’t worry about prices; everything is covered. If you don’t have an appropriate dress, we can arrange one for you. Let me know if you need anything.”

You suddenly realized you had stopped breathing. Daniel was classy and expensive. If they could afford that for two people, no wonder they could pay you $250 for showing up. Good thing your mother had bought you that dress when you were home last break. “Y/N, you never know when you’ll need a formal dress, and by the time you know, it may be too late to buy one.” With a quick text to Sam confirming you got his message and wouldn’t need a dress, you went to your closet. Friday may be four days away, but you wanted every bit of your outfit planned beforehand.

#avengers #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #masterlist

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nickikpopart · 6 years

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Backside Story: „How to draw LOVE“(Jin/Tae) Part 2

“Dinner and Movies”

Author`s POV

Being late was the last thing Tae wanted. It was around 7:10 pm when he left the building and as far as he knows, he needed about 20-25 min to Jins place if he would take the Subway. Instead he tried to get a taxi. It took him 3 min to get in one and told the driver the address of Jins place. He pleased him to hurry up a little bit. But… after a while they got in traffic for about 10 min.

“No, no, no, no” Tae started to panicking again. Now he would be really late and he thought that Jin would be going mad about that, so he messaged him.

From Tae to Jin (7:27 pm)

“Hi Jin.”

From Jin to Tae (7:27 pm)

“Hi Tae, are u here already?”

From Jin to Tae (7:28 pm)

“I´m sorry Jin. I’m still on my way. I thought taking a taxi would be better but we stuck in traffic for about 10 min now.”

From Jin to Tae (7:28 pm)

“Oh, ok. Don´t worry I’m not mad! I´m not done yet with cooking. Message me when you here.”

From Tae to Jin (7:29 pm)

“I´m really sorry. Ok, I will message you then. See u in some minutes.”

From Jin to Tae (7:30 pm)

“It´s ok. Just be careful. ;)”

Tae took a deep breath and smiled a little. He was glad that Jin wasn´t mad at him for being late. It was his own fault for taking too long to choose the clothes for tonight. He would explain it later to him. The traffic was loosen up now and after another 10 min they arrived Jins address. Tae gave the driver some money before he got out of the car. He was getting nervous again. More than before.

He couldn’t stand still while being the elevator. Then it came to his mind. He didn´t even bought a little gift or Flowers for Jin. “Aish, Tae you pabo” he thought, while stepping out of the elevator. Now only a few steps away from Jin’s apartment. His hands started sweating. Before he could push the bell-button, the door got open from inside.

“Hi Tae, welcome to my home.” Jin said to him and welcoming him with a smile.

“How….” Tae looked a little confused. “I didn´t even rang the bell.”

“Haha, I was looking out of the window while waiting for you and when you arrived I could count the minutes you will need to get up here.” Tae looked still a little confused while he was walking into Jin’s apartment. He was in Awwhhhh when he looked around. Jin’s apartment was looking really nice. Then his eyes were hanging on Jin again. He looked so handsome even with just a Shirt and sweatpants. Jin could feel Taes eyes on him while he was going back in the kitchen. Tae followed him and leaned into the doorframe.

“Hey, where you looking at?” He ask him while cutting the vegetables, slightly smiling at Tae`s behavior.

“Huh, hmmm… sorry… hehehehe… I can´t look away. You look so cute in your Kitchen apron.” Tae`s checks got red by saying that and he looked away immediately.

“Haha, ok. You are cute too. Tae please, sit down somewhere, I’m almost done with cooking and you making me nervous by staring at me.” Jin could tell that he liked the way Tae was looking at him. He saw a little bit of shyness in it. Which was something he found even cuter. Jin finished his cooking in-between 10 minutes and brought everything to the table while Tae was looking out of the window. He couldn´t sit because his shyness was hitting him so hard.

“Tae, come and sit down. I will change fast and then we can eat.” Tae`s eyes followed Jin when he walked into his bedroom while he was sitting down on the table. Everything was looking so nice. Jin must have standing in the kitchen for at least 2-3 hours to prepare all this for them. When Jin came back Tae was again in “Awwhhhh”. He looked so stunning in his clothes and Tae came to conclusion that he could wear anything. To be honest he even thought that he would look good in a Trash bag. It was a little silly to think that but Tae don´t minded to do so.

“Tae are you ok?” Jin was asking him while sitting down. “If you keep looking at me like that, we will not finishing our dinner.”

“Ahhh, I’m sorry.” Tae said while scratching the back of his head and it was him who started blushing now. But still he could not stop looking at Jin. Suddenly…

“Jin…. what… why…” Tae was more than surprised of what was happen just a moment ago.

“Sorry, I couldn´t resist. You look to cute with your red cheeks. Let’s eat now ok!” Jin smiled slightly. Tae was still in awwwh but also started eating now while glancing at Jin. They almost had finished their dinner when Tae reminded himself of something.

“Btw, Jin I’m still sorry for being late. It wasn´t actually because of the Taxi. I didn´t know what to wear for our date so I needed longer than I thought.” Tae apologized.

“It´s ok Tae. Don’t worry about that. It´s fine. You saw me in my relaxing clothes. Hahahahaha… I wouldn´t had mind if you had wear some shirt and sweatpants to. We are not in a restaurant. “

„You wouldn´t had mind, if I had did. “ Tae asked him curiously. He couldn´t believe what he heard. Jin seemed to feel so comfortable with him. Tae was still freaking out inside, more now after Jin had kissed him over the table. While Jin was cleaning everything, Tae thought about how to ask Jin if he would do that again. He wanted to feel his lip’s on his own again. They were so soft.

“Tae would you help me? I wash the dishes and you dry them!” Jin was asking him while glancing at him.

“Oh, yes… hehehehe…!” Tae was backing off. “Jin, can I as…….”

Again.

“Jin… why do you… How…!” Tae was shocked but smiling inside. Jin had seemed to read his mind.

“Heheheh… you are too cute and yes I wanted to kiss you again too.” Jin pulled off his hand from Tae`s shirt after he had grabbed it to bring him near to his face. Tae looked still so surprised, Jin could tell. “Let´s finish this first and then we watch a movie. Ok!”

“Ok, but what we are going to watch?” Tae asked him. “What do you like?”

“I like almost every Genre, except Horror.” Jin told him.

“But I love Horror. Please can we watch a Horror movie?” Tae was asking him because his intention was that Jin might could grab his hand during the scary scenes and he couldn´t deny that he would love that.

“Hmmmmm, ok… we will, if you want!” Jin sighed but it came to his mind that it would be sweet to hold Tae`s hand. By looking at him he knew Tae thought the same and he started laughing.

“What?”

“Nothing, what horror movie do you want to watch?”

“ES” Tae said immediately. “It one of my favorite Horror movies”

“Oh no Tae, ahhhhhhh…. this is… “Jin was shocked. He hated this movie. When he was younger, he peaked once when his parents were watching this. He got so scared that he had nightmares for some days. Since then he never watched movies like this again. Even his parents must have promised him not to invite a clown to his birthdays. They were sitting on the couch finally, beside each other. The movie even didn´t really started yet and Jin was already reaching out for Tae`s hand. During the scariest scenes Jin was hiding his face behind Tae`s shoulder. Tae pulled him closer. His hand was hurting under the pressure of Jins, but he didn´t cared at all. He was looking at the guy who had lay his head on his shoulder and squeezed his hand tightly. Suddenly Jin looked up and their eyes met. Tae couldn´t resist to kiss him and he thought that this was the sweetest first Date he ever had with someone since a long time. He couldn´t wait to tell Jimin everything about it.

HOW TO DRAW LOVE AU ( 8-9/?)

Jimin follows a well known artist on Facebook; not knowing it is Jungkook; a boy he met two years ago and fell for despite being in a relationship. Jungkook suddenly disappeared on him without saying why and left Jimin with a lot of “what ifs”.

So here the second Part of Taejin`s Date-Night. Hope everyone likes it. Also wait for @golden-kookmin update too ;)

#jikook au #kookmin au #goldenkookmin au #jikook social media au #jikook backstory #jiminie #jeonkookie

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titriwrites · 7 years

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Scoop! - Chapter 11

A/N: I am SO sorry for the delay! But look, this has smut to make up for it. My first published smut btw, and probably a little less intense than some other stories you can find on tumblr, but I’ll still go into hiding right after posting this ;) And for everyone who doesn’t like to read smut, I marked that part with an *M*, so you can skip the part. And now, enjoy, I guess. Oh, and I’ll edit tomorrow, but I hope there aren’t that many mistakes! Let me know what you think ;)

Closer

It’s not just all physical I’m the type who won’t get oh so critical So let’s make things physical I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical All you think of lately is getting underneath me All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me Here comes the heat before we meet a little bit closer Here comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer

‘Closer’ by Tegan and Sara

“This is really, really beautiful, Tom, “ Jo whispered, almost in awe.

It’d been two weeks since he’d visited her in her flat and they’d watched The Jungle Book and later on Singing In The Rain together. They met afterwards as well, but it was mostly for a quick lunch in her break or when she had to go to an interview or event of some sort, and Tom was in the area as well. It had always been very low-key and so far nobody had spotted them. At least none of her colleagues mentioned anything

But tonight, tonight was entirely different. He said he wanted to take her out on a real date. Not walking around in the park or eating a sandwich in a local cafe. Though, Jo ensured that it was perfectly fine for her. She didn’t need some grand gesture; they were perfectly fine as they were. Especially considering the fact that she didn’t want to start anything serious. And that she had her first paragraph written and an idea of where to go with the story. She didn’t tell him those last two points.

But Tom had started with his puppy dog eyes. A look he had soon learned to convince Jo of almost anything. And they hadn’t even been in bed, yet. Not that she wanted. Well, Jo admitted to herself, she wanted, indeed – just one look at him was enough to turn her into pudding in his hands – but she obviously couldn’t. Except for the fact that she promised Eva to not get into something serious with Tom, her best friend also made her promise not to sleep with him. And Eva was right, it wouldn’t be fair. How the blonde wanted to check on her over the phone, she couldn’t tell Jo, but “she had her ways.“ Jo was a little freaked out after that and uninstalled her webcam.

Anyway, here she was now, in the fancy Duck & Waffle restaurant, overlooking London. They didn’t sit privately, but in a place like this, Jo was pretty sure nobody would spill the beans.

Tom beamed at her. “You like it?“ He looked so handsome tonight. Well, every time she’d seen him actually. He was wearing a white dress shirt, black trousers and a black jacket without a tie. She almost fell over when he picked her up in his Jaguar. Jo had argued that it was pretty silly for Tom to make the twenty minute drive to her flat in Bayswater to then make a 45 minute drive again to the restaurant, instead of just driving there separately, her by Tube, him by car, if he wanted. But he was determined to make it a real date, so he picked her up at home. Jo still thought it was a stupid idea, but couldn’t deny that it was a very sweet gesture.

“I love it, Tom,” she reassured him. “I mean, look at that. It’s an amazing view,“ Jo said, pointing out of the window.

“I know that.“ When she looked at him, Tom was already staring at her, winking when she blushed.

“Smooth, Hiddleston.“ She wouldn’t admit that it actually worked.

“I do have my moments,” he smiled, before digging his fork into the delicious looking Scottish salmon again, moaning a little and closing his eyes. Jo almost combusted right then and there and was shocked to realise she had to press her thighs together. She adverted her eyes to her own plate of grilled chicken and blushed horribly. She hoped Tom didn’t notice.

“You certainly do,” she mumbled, not looking up.

Jo heard an intake of breath and thought Tom would certainly say something, before she saw a movement from the corner of her eyes.

“Uhm, excuse me?”

Jo’s heart stopped. Had Tom been recognised? Was that it? Would she have to break his heart in front of the world to see, because they’d been found out and people would notice when she wasn’t at his side anymore?

“Yes?” she heard Tom answer, tentatively.

Jo finally looked to her left and saw a man in his early thirties maybe, already holding a smartphone in his hand. He looked a little nervous.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr Hiddleston. My name’s Daniel, maybe you’ve heard of the charity ‘Tom’s Trust’?” Jo saw Tom nodding as the man continued, “We’d be so happy and gracious, if you could maybe take a picture for that? Just a quick one, forming a ‘T’, helping us raise awareness. It’s totally fine, if you’re not up to it right now, I know you’re on your time off. I just couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.” He was rambling, like a lot of people did meeting Tom, Jo could imagine.

When Tom said yes, she could swear poor Daniel was about to have a heart attack. He almost looked like Sam, when he found Tom and Jo standing in front of their house not long ago.

They took a quick picture, followed by a lot of hand shaking, and a warm smile for Jo, probably thanking her for letting Daniel interrupt ‘their’ evening.

“Thank you so much for doing this, and letting me post this. And for letting me ask while you two obviously are enjoying a nice meal and time together.”

“You’re very welcome, Daniel. And about dinner… Could you maybe wait posting that picture until tomorrow? We,” Tom pointed to Jo and then back at himself, “would really love to leave this place unseen.” He was smiling, but Jo could tell Tom was getting a little anxious, probably torn between pleasing Daniel and the good cause, and giving Jo and himself more private time.

“No problem at all, I understand,” Daniel winked, before shaking first Tom’s then Jo’s hand once more, and leaving their table, not without a glance back.

Tom smiled at Jo, blushing a little. “Sorry for that.”

“No need to apologise. Do you think, he’ll tell?”

He sobered for a moment, looking hesitantly at Jo. “Would that be bad? I mean, I don’t think he will, he’s all about the charity, not gossip I believe. But I can’t tell. Would it… are you uncomfortable?”

To her own surprise, Jo was honest when she answered, “I don’t think so. I guess, what happens, happens.” Did she really mean this? They were not getting serious. They couldn’t, Jo repeated in her head. Suddenly, this whole evening turned in a totally different direction than she’d expected. The sparkle in Tom’s eyes and his slight chuckle made Jo’s stomach churn. And herself feel guilty.

“Wow, I can’t say that I expected that,” he said and smiled at the brunette. “Can’t say I’m sad about this, either.”

“Tom, we can’t –,” She had to turn this around. Jo had said way too much, way too soon. Oh fuck, it wasn’t even too soon, she shouldn’t have said it at all. Ever. “We’re just –“.

“We’re just dating, I know,” the actor interrupted her. “This still means a lot to me. I know it’s not exactly…easy, this being with me. It doesn’t even matter, if you’re my friend, my date or anything else in between and beyond. If we’re spotted together, you’re in the papers. There was a reason why I wanted the date to be here. I didn’t think anyone would care,” Tom said. He averted his eyes for a moment. “I’ve been in these situations quite a lot. And I’ll continue to be.”

“Well, I’ll just have to make sure to look my best at all times, then. Wouldn’t want to be caught with holes in my trousers.” Tom looked up at hearing the teasing tone in Jo’s voice, and she grinned. “Can’t have my mother calling me, telling me to buy new clothes.”

“You’re just… you’re okay with that?” he asked, almost incredulously.

“Well. If getting to know you and spending time with you comes with that. We don’t have to go to premieres or fan-favourite places, but I’m quite content sitting in restaurants like these.” She wasn’t even lying. And it weren’t just restaurants like these, either, where she was happy with Tom. The grin on his face told Jo he felt the same.

He shook his head a little, and let out a small laugh. “So, we can sit here a little longer, if you want. I definitely want to try that chocolate fondant later on.”

Jo could only nod and agree. The dessert did sound incredible after all.

They were home at Tom’s place, and the actor had to physically and mentally restrain himself from pouncing at Jo. It’d be a strange thing to do after such a romantic dinner. Right? He had convinced Jo – though, he wasn’t sure how much conviction she really needed – that it was easier to drive to his place. A drive, shorter by twenty minutes after all. And Jo did complain about his stupid idea to pick her up before. Plus, he lived alone and they didn’t have to go on a sofa bed to, well, talk.

Maybe do a little more than talking, because, damn, she looked incredible, and Tom had had to stop himself from touching her – inappropriately, because he couldn’t keep is hands ALL to himself – the whole evening. She was sporting her typical loose bun, light make-up, and she was wearing a black jumpsuit, that hugged her in all the right places and had a low neckline. Plus, she was definitely giving him flirty looks all through dinner and dessert.

Now, they were sitting on his couch in front of the fire place, where they’d be sitting when she was there the last time, before he had to leave, and what continued to be a heated make-out session. But for now, they were talking.

“You know, what I hate about newspapers?” Jo asked, curled up on the couch, her head on Tom’s shoulder one arm slung over his stomach while his hand trailed little lines over her arm. It was a position they found themselves in routinely.

His eyebrows shot up. That was quite a random question. “Well, now I’m curious. What do you, a journalist, hate about newspapers? And do you want to have the list I made about this?”

“You have a list?” she asked, turning her had to grin at him. She stuck her tongue out at him when he rolled his eyes and poked her side. “I hate it when they can’t get names right. Yesterday, I saw an article, and they got a complicated name wrong. I mean, why? We have people, who do research. You just have to check the names, that’s one of the most important parts. If you put someone in the newspaper, you have to at least make sure, they’re written correctly.”

“Wow, you do get heated about this, don’t you?”

“Well, typos can always happen. They happen to me a lot, especially whenever I have to be fast. But you should at least get the names right.”

“I can’t even tell you how many different versions of my last name are out there. I feel like the ‘e’ was in every place imaginable in that name,” Tom chuckled and held her a little tighter. “When you ever write a review about a play I’m in, can you make sure you spell my name right?” he laughed. He felt Jo stiffen. “What is it?”

She didn’t look at him anymore, but on the floor instead. “Tom, I –“

“Oh, I know,” he interrupted. “It’d be a conflict of interest, right? No review from you for me, then.”

“I,” she chuckled, but it didn’t quite sound right. “Yes. No reviews from me for you,” Jo finally said and turned to him. There was something in her eyes, Tom couldn’t place. So, he settled for pouting, which made Jo roll her eyes at him. “You’ll live.”

“But we could totally mix work with pleasure.” His voice went lower in the end. “Though, we can have pleasure without work as well.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making Jo laugh. God, he loved her laugh.

“Don’t ruin the mood, Hiddleston.”

“There was a mood?” Jo just raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I guess there was a mood then,” Tom whispered before leaning closer, his lips grazing hers lightly.

She moaned into him, opening her mouth readily, inviting Tom in. He groaned, pressing himself to her, and cupping her cheek with one hand. The other one went to Jo’s waist, holding her in place, even moving her a little closer.

Jo got on her knees and went to straddle Tom, sighing when his second hand went from her cheek to join her waist, steadying her. Jo’s hands moved to Tom’s pecks, still defined from his gym work for playing Loki.

She moved her hips, connecting her lower area with Tom’s groin. He felt electric shocks moving through his body, making him shiver. They made out like this before, always stopping before things went too far – either because Jo was on her period or they had to get up early the next morning and she had to make the way back to her flat, or because her roommates were somewhere in the flat and could hear them. Bur right now, they were alone, Tom had her all to himself, and she hadn’t made a comment about going home, yet.

He’d waited for this, he got bolt and made his move, lifting his pelvis up and pressing against her. They both couldn’t stifle their moans when they felt the friction. “God, Jo,” Tom sighed. “We,” he swallowed, before continuing, “Are we doing this?” He was panting. Hard. Almost embarrassingly so. He didn’t even wait for Jo’s answer, he just pressed his lips against hers again, his left hand sneaking up her side, cupping the edge of her right breast.

Jo sighed in his mouth, the feel of his hand on her breast almost too much. Her hands found their way to the lower parts of his body as well, trailing down along his stomach until her left hand reached his crotch. Tom’s groan was silenced by her lips and it took Jo a while to realise he asked her a question. Oh fuck, were they going to do this? Exactly this?

Before Jo’s brain registered her own words, they were already out. “Yes, Tom. Yes, we’re doing this.”

It was all Tom needed to hear. Goodness, he’d longed for this, probably since the first time they’d kissed. Maybe even since the first time they’d danced. Or maybe since the first time he’d heard Jo laugh. With a grin on his face, he cupped Jo’s butt, getting up from the couch and lifting Jo at the same time. With a little squeal she wrapped her legs around his waist, as her arms went around Tom’s neck to steady herself.

“I’m going to take you to bed then,” he said, maybe a little too breathless to appear calm. He didn’t care one bit, feeling Jo’s body pressed against him when her lips found the part between his shoulder and neck, licking the spot. His breath hitched and with a little growl he held Jo tighter and began moving towards the stairs and his room.

*M*

“Tooooooom,” Jo moaned. Loudly. It wasn’t the first time these past ten minutes since they’d arrived in Tom’s bedroom, that she made a most unladylike noise. But she couldn’t help herself. Tom’s hands were everywhere at once, her breasts, her thighs, her sides, occasionally cupping her cheek or lifting her ass. His lips followed those same paths, the only part he hadn’t touched with either his hands or his lips was the part where she desired his touch the most.

He got close to her core a few times, but always stopped short. She didn’t know, if he did it on purpose or not, but at this moment, she didn’t even care. She almost whined when his hands left their path again and instead lightly brushed the insides of her knees. So she pressed her legs that were wound around his hips a little tighter and was delighted when his breath hitched. They were both panting heavily at this point, the only barrier between them Jo’s black panties and Tom’s blue boxer shorts that were tight around his groin.

“Tom, I swear to God –“.

“What, darling,” he murmured, his lips lightly sucking at Jo’s exposed neck, while his hands moved down her legs to her calves.

“Touch. Me.”

He chuckled. “I am touching you I believe.”

“Touch me higher, then.”

“Where?” he whispered.

Instead of giving a verbal answer straight away, Jo bucked her hips, squeezing tighter. “There,” she breathed.

She saw Tom swallow as he finally, finally moved his hands and touched the little bundle of nerves with his index finger, shifting his body on top of Jo to get better access.

Jo sighed, deeply. “Tom.”

“Jo. God, you’re wet, Jo,” her murmured. He began stroking her, Jo’s hips meeting Tom’s hand eagerly. “I need to remove this,” he whispered, tugging at her slip, before ripping it away unceremoniously. “I’ll buy you new ones,” Tom snickered when he heard Jo protesting. She forgot complaining anyway, as soon as his experienced fingers found her again, this time entering her.

“Fuck, Tom.”

“Soon, love.”

“Smartass.”

“If you can still talk during this, I’m definitely doing something wrong.” He’d just said it and soon after Jo felt a second finger joining the first one inside of her.

She let out a long moan, and moved her hips against his hand. She could feel her insides tighten as her hands held on to Tom’s shoulders as he moved above her, his left arm holding on to her hips, trying to keep them in place. There was a layer of sweat starting to cover Jo’s body and she bit her lip as she stifled a moan.

“Don’t try to keep quiet,” Tom whispered in Jo’s ear. He felt her shivering, her nails digging into his shoulder, and heard her swearing. “Let go,” he said.

It was the last bit of encouragement Jo needed. Heat exploded inside her, her body quivered, and her mind went blank for the first time that evening. The only thing Jo registered was Tom’s hot breath in her ear, as he whispered things, she didn’t understand, heat pooling in her core, her hips bucking against Tom’s hands.

As she came down, panting, she felt Tom’s erection pressing against her, reminding her this night wasn’t over, yet. She moved her hands down, still not opening her eyes, and pushed Tom’s pants over his ass and down his legs. Taking his penis in her hand, she squeezed lightly, chuckling as it was Tom’s turn to moan and beg. He was hard, and Jo felt a shiver going through Tom’s body.

With one hand he reached to the side, opening a drawer. Jo supposed he was fetching a condom. They moved against each other, his tip lightly touching her vagina, making both of them sigh in pleasure.

Then it hit her. She was about to sleep with Tom. Something she swore she wouldn’t do. He’d already made her orgasm once, leaving her a quivering mess, but there was no turning back, if they actually slept together.

She had to tell him, didn’t she? “Tom,” she sighed, not really sure what she was about to say. “Tom, I –“. Oh God. Shit, this was the worst moment to tell him. Did it really matter? She opened her eyes when she felt Tom adjusting himself against her, as he’d already put on the protection.

“There you are,” he smiled, his pupils delated, eyes almost black with want.

She had to tell him. “Tom, I can’t. I need –“.

“What do you need? Do you want to stop?” He was panting, looking at her with worry.

Jo wasn’t sure anymore. About anything. “I don’t know,” she whined, but met his hips with a thrust of her own.

“Fuck, Jo. You can’t do that to me then. It’s alright, love, but I need you to stop moving or I won’t be able to stop here.” His voice was thick, more like a low rumble, and he was breathing hard. Tom was propped up on his arms, almost cradling Jo’s head. A layer of sweat was building on his forehead, his hair was rumpled and he looked like he was about to burst. Jo was sure she’d never seen something sexier. “Josefine,” he whispered then, smiling and pushing a strand of hair from her cheek with his index finger.

It was Jo’s undoing. “Do it, please. Fuck me.”

As he entered her, time stood still and moved fast forward at the same time. Jo didn’t know her name, she didn’t know what to feel, except Tom’s manhood inside her, touching all the right places.

They moved together, no awkward fumbling, as if they were meant to do this from the beginning. Jo felt herself getting close to another orgasm again, Tom pulsing inside of her. She felt him shaking, his finger finding her clit again in a desperate attempt to make her come before him.

Her breath caught in her throat at the same time she felt Tom stutter. Her walls clenched around him as they both came with a moan. There were whispered words, none of them really understood, hips grinding, hands touching and tearing, and lips and teeth teasing each other. Their names were on each other’s lips, quiet sighs between the sheets.

As they both stopped shaking, Tom pulled out, and – after ridding himself off the condom and tying it – pulling the blanket over the two of them, lay behind Jo, enveloping her in his arms.

*M*

Jo sighed. They didn’t need to talk, there wasn’t anything to say, really. She just knew she was in trouble, but was way too tired and content to do anything about it. So, she just closed her eyes and wiggled closer to Tom.

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