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ladyoftheteaandblood · 2 months
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Marbles
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My Cat has lost his marbles.
So we put them in a jar.
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Now, he can inspect them,
And we all know where they are.
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He sits and counts his marbles
and polishes every one..
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Because you have to look after your marbles,
To be healthy and have fun.
(I would like to thank Oscar for his help in making this post)
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titrianddevikawrite · 10 months
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All Good Things Come In Threes -- Chapter Three
Hey there! A little Sunday surprise for you! Read via the link on AO3! Tags under the cut :)
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niksfiks · 4 years
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Photo Inspo #3
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PC: I don’t remember where I got this from. It’s been a minute. Definitely not mine. Gods how I wish it was. 
Tag lists are open
Got it. 
You managed to get the increasingly rare publicly seen genuine smile on film, or memory card, as it were. Not the full-on “big smile” with teeth, not the cheesy grin offered fans with a desire for a selfie and not the “oh hey” smile that came when he was ambushed by said fans. Nope. This was a smile few got to see and you counted yourself blessed each time it appeared. 
Lately, you’d seen it a lot, just never with the camera pointed at him. You saw it in airports and hotel lobbies, across the table and across the stage, on screens small and large, next to you on the sofa and in bed. A smile that offered warmth and joy all the way up to his eyes. Eyes that glittered with love and crinkled with happiness when he looked at you. 
You lowered the camera a bit, smiling back at him, hoping your eyes would convey, or at least reflect, the feelings back to him. The sight of his smile softening made you believe he got the message loud and clear. You winked and pointed the lens in a different direction before someone discovered you ogling each other. You knew that, later, you’d have to share other images with the world. That’s your job, and how the two of you met. 
Poor Luke, forced to swim against the current that was the red carpet to find you and hand you a hastily scribbled and barely readable number. Calls to the PR office were returned with a promise of a photo shoot that almost never happened. When the two of you finally managed to land in the same place at the same time, you took hundreds of photos and spent hours pouring over them with him. He picked his favorites, you picked yours, and the magazine that was to publish them picked their own. The two of you celebrated with dinner. And breakfast. And the rest, as they say, is history. 
Since then, you’ve taken countless snaps of him and everyone else in Hollywood. But this one, the one that showed happiness and exhaustion and love and just a hint of peace, you opted to keep for yourself. A reminder that this man, this god, held a smile for you and you alone. 
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imagine-loki · 6 years
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Imagine playing Cards Against Humanity with the Avengers crew and Loki joins in.
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nikkalia · 5 years
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MASTERLIST - UPDATED
Hello, darlings! It occurred to me as I was posting last night’s chapter of GGIR - which was originally misnumbered, btw - that the masterlist is woefully out of date. So here you go: one up-to-date (as of 6/15/19) masterlist!
One Shots
Pirates (Original Characters)
Valentine’s Day Dribble Drabble (Tom/OC Fluff)
What’s Opera, Doc? (Tom/OC Fluff)
Pops in the Park (Tom/OC Fluff/Smut)
Multi-Part
Gotta Get It Right (Loki/OFC)
Poetry?
Tangled
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fadingcoast · 3 years
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Could you do 290 and 318 with Tom? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Drabble this way!!
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Stopping requests for now, I have 8 still pending!!
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ladyoftheteaandblood · 2 months
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SQUIRREL!!!!!
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His natty eye patch is a peanut skin
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He's a chubby little fellow
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Judgement
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Happy Hump Day.
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titrianddevikawrite · 2 years
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All Good Things Come In Threes (A Tom/Han Collab Fic) - Chapter One
A/N: Surprise! We're back for a little Han/Tom time! Still working on our new stuff, too, but until that's ready @devikafernando and I thought we would give you something else.
Life for the Hiddlestons has been good. And it'll get even better, when they discover a surprise that'll add a new member to their bunch.
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niksfiks · 3 years
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Gotta Get It Right: Chapter 11
PAIRING: Loki/OFC
RATING: Mature
NOTES/WARNINGS: Trigger warning: mentions of dubcon, violence, PTSD, sexual assault, and physical abuse in later chapters. 
Also on Ao3 
Feedback is always appreciated (just being an attention whore screaming for comments/reblogs). Taglist is open
Tagging @fandom-and-feminism @fadingcoast @igotloki  @mrshiddleston-uk @mischievousbellerina  @amwolowicz 
Chapter 11: The Dungeons Below
The mind...is a fragile thing. Takes only the slightest tap to tip it in the wrong direction. Charles Xavier, Dark Phoenix (2019)
Loki suppressed a shudder upon entering the prison block. He was all too familiar with the cells, having spent far more time in them than he ever wanted to admit. Those who now occupied this prison were criminals, tried, and convicted for their crimes. He never should have been held, much less beneath the palace. He had tried to save Asgard from the Jotunheim, and from his brother’s idiotic lust for war. That business on Midgard with the Chitari had not been his responsibility. Even if it had, Odin had no right...
He stopped himself mid-thought, refusing to allow the memory to progress. Things had been set right with Odin gone, Thor off-world, perhaps never to return, and Loki firmly ensconced on the throne of Asgard. Regardless of anything else the woman had done, she had cemented his right to rule. And that alone was reason enough for keeping her alive. The other reasons he kept to himself, forgetting them when he finally reached her cell.
The woman sat on the floor with legs folded, her back against the wall. Her hands lay relaxed on her knees, palms turned upward as if to receive something. Loki watched her for some time, focusing on the slightest changes in her expression. He wasn’t sure if she was lost in a vision or simply dreaming, but her brow remained furrowed while her lips moved in silent speech. Just as he decided to leave, her eyes blinked open and bore straight through him.
“What?”
“Hardly a complimentary greeting, Midgardian.”
“If it’s a compliment you’re after, maybe you should visit your harem.”
Loki smirked. “We do not practice such archaic beliefs here.”
“Sounds like a personal problem.”
“I would think,” he said, approaching her cell, “that you would be more appreciative of the one who saved your life.”
“You’d think,” she responded absently, standing in a swift motion. “But technically, you’re not the one who saved me, are you?”
Loki stood silent.
“Figured as much. So the question remains: what?”
“Are you attempting to ask what it is that I desire by visiting you here? Or, perhaps, do you mean to inquire of the time?”
Aleksa rolled her eyes.
“There are so many possible variants of questions beginning with ‘what’, I couldn’t possibly list them all.” He leaned toward her. “You wouldn’t live that long.”
“Except for the part where you told your people to inject me with whatever happy juice it is that makes you immortal-ish. So I appear to have plenty of time. By all means, ramble away.”
Loki’s brow quirked as he wondered just how long she’d been feigning unconsciousness.
“What is your name?”
“Haven’t figured that out already? You’re losing your touch.” she scoffed.
“You proceed from the assumption that I haven’t.”
Aleksa shrugged, her arms folded.
“Regardless, I thought Midgardian soldiers were trained to recite their name and identifying number over and over when questioned. No matter. The data found on your identification tags has proven quite useful.”
Her hand instinctively went to her neck, searching for a chain that wasn’t there.
“Petterson is quite the surname. Perhaps I should just call you ‘pet’.”  
“Only if you have a death wish,” she snarled as she stepped closer to the force field.
“Pet, it is, then.” Her jaw clenched as he grinned. “There will come a time that your little excursions will wear my patience thin.”
“Stop chasing me and it won’t be a problem anymore. Besides, seems to me that your guards need more exercise now and again.”
“Now and again?” he scoffed. “Are you aware that you’ve attempted seventeen escapes in  three months?”
“And made it outside the walls of... whatever-this-is... fourteen of those seventeen times.” Her voice grew distant. “I still need to step up my game.”
“Your game? Quite the shame to waste such extraordinary talents on a... game.”
“But you’d have me play yours.”
“This is no game, pet.”
“Then what is it, Jotunn?” Aleksa growled.
Loki ignored the insult and grinned, satisfied that he was wearing her down. “Opportunity.”
“For what?”
“Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it? You are obviously a warrior of considerable expertise, and I admit to being quite intrigued by your,” he paused, “handling of the Tesseract. Certainly, there are other talents that remain hidden.”
“All in service of Asgard, no doubt.” Her voice soft, she added, “Or did you have something more personal in mind?”
Loki was suddenly aware of the difference in height between them as he looked down at her, trying to ignore the sightline straight to her cleavage. “I’m sure we could come to some sort of an arrangement.”
“Fuck off.” An admonition that sounded both sultry and threatening.
“An insult, the typical human response.” he balked. “Why unleash your hatred on me? Was it not your beloved SHIELD that sent you here to fetch those poor, lost academics? And was it not your decision alone to challenge me to duel in exchange for their lives?”
“Just like it’s your decision to keep coming after me every time I escape.” She returned to the back wall, sliding down to the floor. “Maybe you should find a hobby.”
“Oh, I’ve already found one. And it’s proving most entertaining.”
“I repeat,” she said with a sigh, “fuck off. Especially if you’re offended by typical human insults.” Aleksa glared at the sarcastic smile creeping across his face, then decided to disengage. He wanted her attention and she was going to withhold it.
“You can’t ignore me forever, pet.” Loki stared at her, noting the timing of the rise and fall of her chest. His mind wandered to the flesh beneath the tunic, what it might feel like against his own skin.
“It pains me,” he said with a shake of his head to return himself to the moment, “to see a creature of your considerable abilities left down here to rot, but, if that is what you wish...”
With no response, Loki sighed, turned, and made his way to the corridor.
“Oh,” he paused, speaking over his shoulder, “thank you for not instigating another riot during your last escape. It made finding you so much easier.”
He heard the slightest change in the hum of the force fields surrounding the cell before something hard hit him in the back of the head. He spun to find her still seated. The cup that had been in the cell with her now lay on the floor next to his feet. He picked it up, then looked back at her.  She was watching him, her facial features relaxed, almost inviting him to react. He only grinned and resumed his journey out of the prison.
Aleksa sat motionless for some time after Loki’s departure. Her mind raced with new plans for escape mixed with memories that felt more like dreams. She tried to think of simple things like the places or people she knew to settle her mind, but even that failed. Her childhood home in Charleston morphed into an even smaller hut near a cliff. Stifling hot summers spent in band camp became much cooler days walking shorelines with her mother.
Except it wasn’t her mother. Her mother died in an accident. Or was it a raid?
Blue skin.
Red eyes.
So much ice. And fire.
Fire.
“C’mon, Colonel. All you have to do is light the fire. Then you and your friends can go home.”
Aleksa’s eye squeezed shut, trying to block out the vision. They were nightmares, illusions. None of it was real.
Was it?
The desert heat was real. The smell of spice and gunpowder and whatever chemicals she’d been exposed to were real.
“Just light it. You can do that, can’t you?”
She began a breathing exercise, a deep inhale followed by a slow, steady exhale while summoning a white candle in her mind. All she had to do was light it and keep the flame steady.
“The flame will cease to flicker when your mind is calm.” A soft voice, neither male nor female.
“Light the pyre. ” Another voice, definitely male and definitely malicious.
Breathe in.
“You can control matter, control the energy that binds it together.”
Breathe out.
“Just a spark. That’s all. I’d hate for you to have the deaths of anyone else on your hands.”
Breathe.
“What d’ya say?”
“No,” she growled. “Better a few soldiers than thousands of innocents.”
“Never let your gifts be abused.”
How many are dead because of me?
“Poor Rose. Her death will excruciatingly slow without anyone to ensure she receives the proper treatments.”
Rose?
Her mind wandered to a baby, small with bright blue eyes. A child become woman become old, the blue never fading in her eyes, regardless of how distant they became.
Sweet little Rose.
She saw Erik’s face, smiling as he cradled the babe. The smile turned evil as his face morphed into Malick’s.
“Leave her out of this.”
Just kill me instead.
“Then bring me what I want.”
Aleksa’s eyes flew open and she stood, pulling energy from the floor into her body. The lights in her cell flickered, followed by the lights in surrounding cells. The block fell dark for a split second then returned to normal lighting.
None of the other prisoners noticed that the cell at the end of the row was suddenly unoccupied.
D’Varst, on the other hand, thought on all he’d witnessed for a moment before making his way out of the dungeons.
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imagine-loki · 6 years
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Imagine Loki harassing you because you’ve commandeered the big screen TV again to play your favorite console game. Early the next morning, you are awakened by his shouting, and find him playing the same game he was teasing you about.
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titriwrites · 4 years
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In Sickness and in Health
First of all, thank you to @devikafernando for allowing me to use Charlie from our collab fanfics over at @titrianddevikawrite. I know you can use the distraction too, maybe? (By the way, this is probably an AU from our storyline as I’ve got no idea how this is going to fit anywhere :D )
And secondly, @pipolaki requested “If I die, I’m haunting you first.” from this prompt list
Enjoy on AO3 or under the cut!
In Sickness and in Health
Charlotte Cromwell – no, she corrects herself – Charlotte Hiddleston makes her way home after an exhausting day in the hospital. It’s nothing unusual, hell, she’s had a hundred times more horrible days somewhere in the past. It’s just that it didn’t really matter then. Not as much as it does now. Because as much as Charlie loves her job and helping her little patients, it’s definitely nothing compared to the life she’s living at home now.
Tom’s waiting for her there. Tom and their two daughters, because yes, Evie’s ‘hers’ now as well, and just as loved as little Rose is – who by now has her own little personality and is keeping her parents busy with all the enthusiasm and lust for adventure a two-year-old can have – especially being the daughter of one Tom Hiddleston.
Okay, Charlie admits as she slips out of her shoes first and then loses her jacket, the last week has been kind of hellish at home as well with her very own little patients waiting for her. First, it was Evie bringing the flu home from school. Of course, it didn’t take long for Rose to catch it, too, no matter how careful Tom and Charlie had been. But now it seems like their children survived – Tom has probably suffered more than them, though – and Charlie’s just glad it’s over for now.
She checks the clock in the kitchen as she prepares her tea. 9 o’clock. She swears. She wanted to tell the children goodnight, but well, sometimes her job means that she can’t make it home to her own children in order to help others. Tom knows this and Evie gets it as well, little Rose is still too young to actually understand.
At least she can still hear the tv playing in the living-room, so she knows Tom’s still there and waiting for her. It is strangely quiet otherwise, though, no padding of feet on the floor announcing her husband making his way over to meet her. Maybe Tom’s fallen asleep? The two cats aren’t coming, either, but then again they may be out and about in the neighbourhood.
Charlie grabs the tea she’s prepared and makes her way from the kitchen to the living-room right next to it. She feels so at home in Tom’s house. It’s not the largest they could get probably, and it’s still the one Tom and Evie lived in with Emily, but it’s amazing how quickly they were all able to call it ‘theirs’.
And then Charlie stops before she’s reached the comfy couch Tom loves to lounge on. He’s indeed asleep. And slightly snoring, which is unusual for him, except for when he’s a bit tipsy – Charlie can’t see a sign of that anywhere – or when he comes down with the flu. You don’t really need to be a doctor to get it, do you?
She refrains from rolling her eyes, because just yesterday her husband told her how he never got sick and wouldn’t start with it now, but instead smiles sympathetically, puts down her tea on the coffee table and sits down next to Tom.
His skin is already a bit clammy and his hair sticks to his forehead. She rubs his shoulder softly, trying to get him to wake up without startling him.
“Tom?” she whispers. “Tom, love, wake up for me?”
“No,” is the mumbled reply, groaned into the pillow underneath his head.
Charlie smothers a grin. She’s seen him with a cold or the flu once or twice. She knows what state he’s in. Right after ‘I’m invincible, I’ll never get the flu’ comes ‘I’m perfectly fine, I simply choked and am not currently coughing my lungs out’. It’s paired with already being sick and the most stubborn pouts she’s ever seen on a grown-up’s face. But no matter how much Tom refuses to be sick, he actually is. So. No mocking him. At least not tonight. Tonight she wants to drink her tea, re-heat the dinner her family’s had and then go to bed, preferably with Tom.
“I think you’re already awake, though,” she whispers back. “And I can imagine you’re not feeling too good.”
“’m fine.”
“Fine.”
Blue eyes, a bit too glassy for her taste, stare back at her. With a slight cough Tom pushes himself up on his forearms, barely able to hold his own bodyweight. The hair that’s not stuck to his forehead falls in a mess of curls around his face. “Feeling good. How was your day?”
“Tom…”
“Charlie.”
She raises a brow. “You’re really going to do this? Even though we both know how this will end?”
The glare loses some of its power – that it didn’t even have in the first place – with the quiet sniffling Tom’s doing. “I don’t know what you mean,” he croaks out. “I just want to know how my wife’s feeling.”
Charlie chuckles. There really isn’t much else to do. Let him be stubborn, she’s going to prepare for tomorrow morning then. “Better than her husband I think,” she mumbles, but continues at Tom’s huff, “I’m a bit tired and a bit hungry. I’d love to eat some late dinner and then go to bed. Would you care to join me?”
He nods. “I’d love that. But no funny business if you’re tired.”
This time, she can’t smother the laugh that escapes her. “Understood. I’m the reason we’re not doing that tonight, my big, strong, healthy man. Thank you for looking out for me.”
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Well, the next morning Charlie is awoken by her big, strong and healthy man moaning and groaning next to her in bed. And not in that sexy-bedroom-voice of his. It’s a little pathetic coughing that comes next and a very (very, very) weakly whispered, “Charlie, love? Help?”
She opens her eyes to a dark room, cuddled from behind by what seems to be a human furnace, but could just be her husband. The dawn is breaking outside, and Charlie can hear a bird here and there. Large hands rub her stomach and puffs of air meet her neck. Tom’s apparently so weak, he can’t even keep her in his arms as she turns around to face him.
Red cheeks, swollen eyes, red nose and dry lips. Yup, that’s the flu.
“How are you?” she asks, trailing a fingertip down Tom’s nose.
“Barely alive.”
Ah. So sometime during the night they’ve reached the next stage. Miserable Tom, who’s most certainly the closest to death any person has ever been without actually dying – probably, since the next 24 hours will be crucial.
“But still alive, that’s good,” she grins.
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
Charlie snickers, then attempts a shocked face. It’s not working and to be honest Tom couldn’t see it anyway, lying there in misery, eyes closed. “What have I done?”
“You’re mocking me. And you’re not doing anything to make me feel better and save me. You’ll regret this in one or two hours, when you’ll find me dead in our bed.”
“But you’re not really sick. You’ve told me so yesterday.”
“The situation has changed. It seems like this is a horrible flu, Charlie. It requires a broth, pain medicine and cuddles.”
Okay. She was wrong. He does have that low, sexy, bedroom-voice. Damn him, even sick he’s a sight for sore eyes and a heavenly voice to hear. She should also not be aroused by that.
“I don’t know, Tom. Maybe I should get the children and flee from this horrible illness of yours. Everyone fights for themselves, right?”
The answer is a whine and then a little tug on her sleeping shirt, right by her thigh. “Stop mocking me. I’m seriously ill. Don’t let those be the last words to me, and make me feel better.”
“Please?”
“Please.”
Charlie lives for that small smile around Tom’s lips as she moves a little closer and then rubs his shoulders softly , before she pushes some of his hair out of his face.
“Well, you asked so nicely.”
“I did,” her murmurs, sounding half asleep again.
“Tea and toast then?”
“An’ pills. ‘n cuddles.”
With a kiss on his nose, she moves out of the bed. “Coming right up.”
“Hm. Love you.”
She smiles. God, this man. “Love you too.”
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Hey everyone!!! So I am going to be more present on Tumblr as the schools are currently closed... I have to admit... I do miss my work, my students, my colleagues, my friends, just hanging out and going places. I am keeping the faith that this will come to an end soon. In the meantime, hope everyone is safe and hope to stay connected with you xo
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Hang in there... 💜
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devikafernando · 4 years
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New year, new fic!
It’s been a long time since I wrote a Tom fic - well, not counting my collab fics with the fabulous @tinchentitri.
I wasn’t even in the mood to write one because things were pretty stressful the past few months and Tumblr still refuses to show my tags correctly. But it pays to have friends like the wonderful @ameliashepherdgoeshunting who wormed her way into my heart and wheedled an angsty & smutty one-shot out of me.
Remember Tom and Amy? The duo brought together by a cat? Well, here they are again!
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The Cat Is Out Of The Bag
Amy wakes up to some shocking news regarding Tom. Will their relationship be over before it's even gone public?
Amy opened her eyes, wondering what had woken her this Sunday morning. A moment later, she knew. Her phone dinged repeatedly, alerting her to news. She had - somewhat foolishly but unashamedly - activated alerts on Tom ever since they were an item. After all, what’s a girl to do when fate - in the form of her cat - brings her a famous lover? She’d been a fangirl even before she’d met Tom so checking for updates was in her blood. Tom often shared snippets with her too, even exclusive sneak peeks, selfies and personal insights that the public had no clue of - just as they were clueless about Tom dating her for over a year now.
Tom had been away for nearly three months now, filming in Italy and France for a new mini series. The much-anticipated season 2 of “The Night Manager” was well on the way and it kept him so busy that they hadn’t seen each other for way too long. He always sent her messages and on most days he called her too, but she missed him like hell. What had started as more of an affair had morphed into a full-fledged relationship and she found herself pining - hah, nice pun there - for him. But she knew she couldn’t cling to him or demand more time. He was Tom freaking Hiddleston, award-winning actor and internet boyfriend, and truth be told, she was over the moon with his latest role.
Stifling a yawn, she frowned at her phone dinging itself into a frenzy. Had someone released behind-the-scenes footage? Had there been a cast party she didn’t know of? With rising anticipation, she pulled her cell closer and opened up her notifications. The first headline made her blink, then rub her eyes in incredulity: Caught in flagrante delicto - Tom Hiddleston in a sizzling lip lock with co-star Wren Boyd! She snorted. Yeah, right. As if. But the second headline was no better: How Tom Hiddleston manages the night: Get ready for a glamorous new couple! Sitting up straighter, Amy frowned at her phone. There were always rumors floating around. Tom basically only had to look at a woman and the media had them married with two children. She would never get used to that but knew it was inevitable. This, however, sounded pretty serious. Biting her lip, she clicked on one of the links…then gaped at the colorful pictures that loaded. One showed Tom and Wren - the willowy redhead who played his love interest in the show - having dinner at a restaurant. They looked cozy but just like friends. The other shots were way more incriminating. Here was Tom, leading the woman down the sidewalk with an arm looped tightly around her waist, her head on his shoulder. And here was Tom, kissing the stunning actress on the mouth, the woman’s hands clutching his jacket labels. Bile rising in her throat, Amy stared and stared at the last photo and its grainy but vivid zoomed-in version. This couldn’t be real. Any minute now, she would wake up from a nightmare, scoffing. She blinked, then pinched her own forearm hard and yelped in pain. At the foot of the bed, Sir Lancelot stirred and shot her a look of reproach that cats all over the world had perfected. With a huff, he resettled and curled into a ball. Amy didn’t even reach over to pet him, frozen on the spot. The paparazzi snapshot burned itself into her brain, frying her synapses. “It can’t be,” she kept muttering to herself. Tom would never do this to her. He was the most loyal and honest person she’d ever met. There was no way in hell he would cheat on her! They loved each other, for heaven’s sake!
THIS ONE-SHOT (with a happy/steamy ending) CONTINUES HERE ON AO3.
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