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moonstruck-poet · 4 months

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Unexpected Surprise

Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x reader!

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Tysm for the lovely request anon and sorry it took so long<33 I really hope it was as per your wishes

"Tom? Can you come in here for a minute please?" Your voice called out through the apartment and footsteps followed.

"Yeah?" He popped his head in the bedroom and laughed at the scene before him. His son and daughter sitting on the bed, their hair covered in what look like white snow.

While you stood in front of them, trying to be stern but he saw you biting your lip to prevent laughter. Your one year old boy nestled in your arms, somehow sleeping peacefully amidst all the chaos.

"Now what happened here hmm?" He sauntered inside with a curious expression and looked at the twins, crossing his arms.

"Pillow fight!" They chorused and raised their little arms above their heads and your heart melted.

"Okay," he walked closer to the children, taking baby steps and you understood his next intentions immediately and you stepped back, wrapping both of your arms around your baby.

"Then let's go for a round two!" They barely had time to process his statement before he grabbed a small pillow and threw it softly at the two.

They retorted quickly, standing up and squealing as they joined forces to attack their father making you laugh at the unity.

James stirred and your palm went to cover his ears as you exited the room and went into his nursery, sitting on the small bed.

A smile made its way on your lips as you admired your little creation. The soft curls atop his head similar to yours while his baby blue irises a carbon copy of your husband's. This had been the case with the twins too. They both had inherited your hair and his eyes.

His little fist was holding tightly onto your finger as you slowly rocked him, luring him into a deep sleep though you didn't worry too much. He was quite a heavy sleeper, much like yourself.

You caressed his head, your heart squeezing when he leaned right into your hand. He clearly was a mama's boy.

All of your children were actually. They of course loved Daddy, but could only ever stop crying in your presence.

The door opened softly and in entered your husband. You heard the silence that followed his entrance and knew that Jeremiah and Isabella were sound asleep.

"Hey," you murmured once he sat close next to you, his head resting on your shoulder and his finger touching his little one's cheek.

"Hi," he whispered back and raised his head to look you right in the eye making your breath hitch. Even after all these years, his charm was still the same.

But then you noticed his face falling as he scanned your face making your smile drop slightly in self consciousness as you desperately looked at him for an answer.

"What- What's wrong?"

He shook his head and took James, holding him carefully and placing him in his crib before facing your questioning expression. Then sitting down in front on you, he took your hands in his.

"How are you feeling?" He asked and you frowned the question.

"I'm fine, I feel okay..." You answered back, not sure where he was getting at.

"You look exhausted, my love," he cupped your cheeks, his thumb caressing them as he delivered the statement as gently as possible.

You got up from the bed in urgency, wanting to take a look at yourself. And what Tom said what indeed true. You looked like you've been through a hurricane.

"Christ," you said under your breath, taking note of every tiny change that had occured since the past months. "I look terrible".

"No don't say that," he reprimanded and snaked his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "What you need, is a nice holiday all for yourself. I want to hit myself for not bringing this up sooner, but you need time for yourself, love".

You agreed with every word of his, but how could it be possible now? With your children still bring too young.

"We don't have time now," you turned around, bringing him closer by the neck.

"Yes we do," he said firmly. "Jere and Isa are almost three and James is young but he's a calm one you know that. And you also know just how much they love their grandparents".

"That's true," you sighed and buried your face in the crook of his neck, not realising just how much you had missed this.

"You need to take some time out for yourself, and I think a nice little vacation is the perfect solution. You're out here taking care of all os us, so it's only fair even that I take care of my beautiful wife".

You laughed softly, your lips brushing against his ear, "Okay".

"Leave the planning to me and go and get some sleep," he kissed your forehead and your heart squeezed at the thought of having such a loving and caring husband.

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The vacation that you had taken nearly three months ago was a well deserved and needed holiday. The coasts had helped your mental state immensely.

And you were currently glowing.

You had also started to slowly go back to your earlier routines. Going for a walk in the morning with Bobby, trying to hit the gym atleast thrice a week, and just doing all the things that you were doing previously.

"Jere!" You called your three-year-old, "Will you get the spoons from Daddy please?"

"Yes!" He answered enthusiastically and ran up to his father, handling the cutlery with care and taking tiny footsteps towards you.

"Thank you sweetheart," you smiled at his adorable expression.

"What's for dinner?" Isabella ran from the living room towards the dining table and sat herself down her designated seat.

"It's my speciality if you please," Tom said in a posh accent, bringing plates exactly how a waiter would making the kids giggle.

Isa gently tickled James who was sitting on the high chair and he squirmed away from her hand, laughing happily.

"Hey stop tickling Jamie!" Jeremiah said playfully, ready to defend his brother but his twin merely poked out her tongue.

You smiled at one half your universe seated right in front of you and the other half soon joined in the picture making tears well up in your eyes.

God your hormones were a real mess today. You felt like crying since the morning.

The dinner was indeed a wonderful affair and currently it was only you and your husband, sitting on the couch and watching Iron Man together.

"No look at him," you frowned upon seeing your favorite character's face fall as he looked at his dead friend.

"You know I think you might love him more than me".

"I do".

He raised an eyebrow and you prevented a laugh, about to retort when your eyes widened amd you slapped a hand on your mouth to rush towards the bathroom.

The sudden wave of nausea had taken you aback and threw up all the things you had ate just a few hours ago.

"Love?" Tom was immediately behind you with a frown on his face. "Oh you okay?" He asked, heavily concerned upon seeing your extremely pale face.

"I- I don't know," you took a deep breath, feeling a lack of oxygen in your lungs. "I feel lightheaded," your hand went to grip the side of your head as you swayed and he steadied you.

"Should we go to the clinic? You need to see a doctor," he murmured, watching as you rinsed your mouth and brushed your teeth.

"No I- I'm fine," you sighed and leaned against the wall, eyes closing in fatigue. "We'll go tomorrow if I'm still unwell".

He nodded, though his forehead was creased with worry as he guided you towards you room. Not even thinking of sleeping until he had made sure you were alright.

The next morning your condition was stable, but it soon fell quickly when you had smelt something that was overly sweet and nauseating making you vomit. Again.

"We should go," Tom whispered as he rubbed your back and you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Mumma? Daddy what's wrong with Mumma?" Isa asked with wide eyes and Jere was right behind her.

"She's not feeling well, love," he answered and leaned down before them, noticing the way their eyes glistened.

"Mumma," Jere's shaky whisper caught your attention amd you looked at your twins who were on the verge of crying.

"Oh hey no," you said and despite the throbbing pain in your temple, crouched down and they ran into your outstretched arms. "I'm okay, my tummy's just a little upset, yeah?"

"We're gonna go visit the doctor now," Tom added and wiped their tears. "Till then Grandma and Grandpa will be here, okay?"

They nodded and the parents bid them goodbye, once Tom's parents had arrived. James was luckily asleep, otherwise he would certainly have thrown a fit.

The doctor, who was your family physician did some tests, asking about your symptom. All during the process she appeared quite calm while you were unsettled.

"There's nothing to worry about, Mr and Mrs Hiddleston," she addressed the couple with a small smile. "It appears that you are pregnant," she said to you, her face beaming.

"P- Pregnant?" You stammered and her smile fell at your reaction and she excused herself as your turned your head to look at your husband who was equally shocked.

This was really unexpected and not planned at all. You had completed your family with three beautiful children and neither of you wanted another.

"We- We discussed. We didn't-" He couldn't find the words to explain, probably because his mind itself was muddled.

The new wave of emotions hit you hard and tears had slipped down your defenses. You dug your palms into your eyes, not bring able to grasp this entire situation.

It was a huge thing. Maybe would brush it off and say, what's the big deal? But no, of course it was a big deal. A child was going to be entering this world.

"Say something!" Your fingers wrapped around his bicep and you shook him. "I'm pregnant with our child, Hiddleston and you're there just sitting silently!"

"What am I supposed to do?" He didn't raise his voice at all, addressing you calmly but there was an edge to it.

"What are we gonna do, Tom?" You said rather fiercely and looked at him who was staring at you. "What's going to happen now? What the hell are we going to do? We didn't plan this, and had no ideas that this could happen and now I'm pregnant and there's a child inside me and-"

"Hey hey hey," he shook himself out of his trance and grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to bring your mind back from an oncoming panic attack.

"We didn't plan this," he nodded. "But now it has happened, love and I don't think we can do anything now".

"I know!" You said helplessly, "But Tom just think. We already have three toddlers at home and now there's gonna be another in under a year".

He simply paid rapt attention, gesturing for you to continue which made you even more upset for some reason.

"Please say something," you whispered, tears clouding your vision.

He didn't, but instead took you gently into his arms and the emotions flooded out in an instant. His eyes too were glistening but he disregarded that. His sole focus being you. "Calm down, love. I think I know what's troubling you, hmm?"

"I know too," you answered after taking a deep breath and inhaling his comforting scent that was anchoring you.

"Bu we're gonna do everything properly okay? We're gonna be the best parents to our children and this little one that's in there," he said and laid his palm across your lower abdomen.

"Yeah," you nodded, breaths uneven as you tried to steady yourself. "I'm just worried that maybe, just maybe we won't be able to give time to them all, we won't be able to love all of them equally".

"I understand, darling. But that won't happen, ever. We'll make sure of it, together. You are gonna be such a great mum, yeah?"

You smiled, looking up at and seeing the love in his baby blue irises was enough to melt you on the spot.

"I love you, Tom," you said softly, a single tear sliding down your cheek.

"I love you too, so so much," he replied, a smile stretching across his lips as he wiped your tears away, thumb caressing your cheek. "You're my entire world, sweetheart. Don't you ever forget that".

"And you're mine".

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five-miles-over · 1 year

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Little Darling

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

Word Count: 4,092

Warnings: a few swearing instances, established roommate relationship, but mostly fluff

No one had ever said that living with the God of Mischief would be easy, let alone boring. Sometimes, you'd come home to your shared two-bedroom flat in London and find the entire living room filled with stray cats, one of whom wore a name tag that said 'Hel'. One time, you woke up to hear neighing in the bedroom only to hear your Asgardian flatmate staunchly deny the existence of a horse within the premises. There was also the time when you found your Tupperware lids changed from red to green; that was one of the most tame incidents since you started living with Loki. Then there was the time when you found Loki sitting inside the kitchen shoveling spoonfuls of strawberry cheesecake Ben and Jerry's into his mouth while the radio played Elton John's version of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight". The morning after that, you found the flat perfectly immaculate - the floors sparkling clean, the sink clear of all dirty dishes, the carpet free of coffee stains, and a bouquet of freshly-cut flowers on the kitchen table. You swore he used some of his powers to do the job, but still thanked your flatmate while he smirked like he held the world in the palm of his hand.

And in today's case, you woke up to find the strawberry jam completely empty after you had just bought a new jar two days ago. If it hadn't been for your roommate giving you the silent treatment until you agreed, you wouldn't bothered to set foot inside a Waitrose on a Thursday evening. It had already been a long day, too demanding. All you wanted to do was come home, eat some ice cream before Loki can finish it all, and then binge-watch one of your favorite shows.

You placed your bags of groceries in front of your apartment, reaching for your keys. When you opened the door, the flat was completely silent even though the lights were on. "Loki?" You called his name a few more times, locking the door behind you. Maybe he was out with his brother, or indulging in some mischief that may or may not end with him being punished by the local magistrate or worse, Asgardian justice. With a sigh, you wandered towards a new book cast on the coffee table.

'Norse Mythology' by Neil Gaiman…what could Loki possibly be doing with this book? Fact-checking himself?You wouldn't have given it a second thought, but there was a black leather wallet next to the book. It couldn't have been Loki's because well, Loki's wallet would've been enchanted with some spell that caused it to self-destruct whenever you or anyone other than Loki himself picked it up. You knew it was wrong to snoop, but assuming that this was a stolen wallet, you figured that you might as well open it anyways. If you knew whom it belonged to, you could call them and return it.

Inside the wallet were a few debit and credit cards, a twenty-pound note, something small related to UNICEF, a supermarket membership, and…a business card with the telephone number of a London talent agency. You raised your eyebrow only to drop your jaw when a small photograph came between your fingers. It was a photograph of a familiar man with sky blue eyes, defined cheekbones, and short curls that were a mixture of ginger and Golden Retriever blond. He was sitting next to an elderly woman with white hair and a genuine smile - his mother perhaps? Never mind that, Loki really messed up this time.

You slammed the wallet onto the table and anxiously looked around the rest of the living room. The cushions were ripped into shreds, the sofa covered in feathers and cotton pieces. In the center of the carpet, there were strands of what could only be pet hair and a small pair of grey boots that Loki would never be caught dead wearing. "Loki? What the fu-"

"Mister Loki's not here!" The voice of a little boy could be heard from the kitchen.

You turned your head almost immediately. There's a child inside the house? Did Loki have a son you didn't know about or something? Is that child even Loki's? Tightly gripping the bags from Waitrose in one hand, you made your way into the kitchen.

At the center of the small, round dining table sat a small boy with blonde tufts of hair parted in the middle, almost giving a small curtain-like effect on his forehead. He wore a navy blue jumper and pinstripe pants, swinging his legs underneath the table. Lost in his own little world, the little boy played with a stuffed brown dog.

"Hello…" You greeted the child and slowly opened the refrigerator door.

He looked up. "Hello!"

The first of the groceries that needed to be put away was the ice cream. Along with the jam that Loki asked for, you bought two pints of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, some French cheese, a loaf of bread, and a stash of Cadbury bars in various flavors.

"Who're you, miss?" The boy chirped, still holding the stuffed dog.

You told him your name while putting the rest of the groceries in their proper place. "I live here." As proof, you reached into your pocket and showed him your key. "What's your name?"

"I'm Tom," he brightly introduced himself.

"It's very nice to meet you, Tom." You pointed to toy in his hands. "And who is that? Is that your little doggie?"

"Yeah, his name is Bobby!" Tom places the stuffed animal on the table. "You can pet him."

"Does he like to be petted?" Sitting across from him at the table with one of the Cadbury bars while Tom enthusiastically nodded, you gently stroked the dog's tiny head. You bit the inside of your cheek before asking your next question. You just had to know, your gut instinct was telling you to.

"Tom…" You folded your hands and leaned slightly forward. "What's your last name? You know, most people have a first name and a last name. Tom is your first name. What's your last name? Tom…"

"Tom Hiddleston."

You gulped, slowly unwrapping the Cadbury bar. Okay, now there might be a bigger problem than the stolen wallet. The real Tom Hiddleston had to be in his thirties or something, at least according to your knowledge. How did this kid have the same name? More importantly, how did he end up in yours and Loki's apartment and what is he doing here?

"Tom Hiddleston," you repeated to yourself before breaking a piece of the Cadbury bar and putting it inside your mouth. Then, you offered the bar to the boy. Letting the chocolate melt inside your mouth, you watched as he broke off a piece for himself and ate it. "Do you like chocolate?"

"Yeah!"

"I love chocolate. Do you know who Mister Loki is?" You broke off another piece of the Cadbury bar.

Tom nodded, "He's a god."

"Yes, what kind of god?"

"He's a funny god!" Tom giggles, "He likes playing pranks!"

You couldn't help but laugh too. "Yes, he does like to play pranks. What about you, do you like pranks, Tom?"

"They're funny."

"Yeah, I think so too." Only sometimes, you thought to yourself. Just then, your phone vibrated and you excused yourself to go answer it.

Loki's voice came through the other end. "Ah, it's you. Are you home, pet?"

Your smile disappeared in an instant. "Loki, you have a lot of explaining to do," you snapped, furrowing your eyebrows. "There is a four-year-old sitting in our kitchen, and he says his name is Tom Hiddleston. Also, why the hell did you steal someone's wallet?!"

"Is he cute?"

"Loki, I swear to -"

"You adore him," Loki teased.

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair. "Yes, but Loki… Look, I'm going to call the police as soon as this phone call is over, so they can return this wallet to the rightful owner."

"Or you could just give it to the boy. He won't know about half the things inside it."

"Loki!"

"It's his wallet anyway."

"What?" You winced, needing to take another breath. "Loki, you're crazy."

"He deserved it," Loki nonchalantly retorted.

Slumping onto the sofa, which was still covered in pillow feathers, you held the mobile phone to your ear. "Explain," you demanded. From the corner of your eye, you could see little Tom feeding himself another piece of chocolate.

"I was having a morning stroll in the park after you'd left for the day, and I came across this man named Tom while he walking his dog. He asked over and over again if I was the God of Mischief, and kept asking all these questions, including if I was familiar with some company called "Marvel"," Loki explained in an exasperated tone. "Then, his dog jumped on my leg and barked incessantly."

"And then?"

"Then he introduced himself to me, gave me a suffocating hug, apologized for the hug, and asked so many questions about where I was living and what I was doing in London. It was like talking to an exuberant child."

Your eyes widened like saucers. "So you turned him into one?!"

"More or less."

"And that was his wallet and his book on the table? Loki…" You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Change him back. Please."

"Oh, how I love it when you beg, my pet," Loki snickered before sarcastically replying, "I'm totally convinced."

"Ugh! Could you at least give me Doctor Strange's number or something?!" You inquired, knowing the breaking news that would flood the internet if anyone found out that an internationally-renowned actor was transformed into an innocent four-year-old. "He needs to be changed back into an adult."

On the other side, Loki merely laughed. "No need - I assure you Doctor Strange has the appearance and the behavior of an adult."

"Fuck you!"

"Careful," Loki playfully reminded you. "No bad language in front of the children."

"You're taking care of dinner for three tonight. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear."

As soon as Loki ended the call, you put your phone aside and returned to the kitchen.

The little one looked so sweet, playing with the dog and singing to himself. Forgetting about the police and the wallet, you sat across from him and took a piece of chocolate.

"Tom?" You gently called, getting his attention. "Tom, Mister Loki will be coming home soon, alright? In the mean time…perhaps we can talk. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure." Tom nodded, looking up at you with a sweet smile. "You're really pretty."

"Thank you, Tom. You're very sweet." You tilted your head to the side ever-so-slightly. Since it was just the two of you in the kitchen, perhaps you could find a way to while away the time until Loki showed up. "Do you like to listen to music?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah? Well, maybe I can turn on the radio and we can listen to some music. Would you like that?"

"Okay." Tom climbed out of the chair, following you as you approached the radio sitting on the kitchen counter. You flicked a switch and turned a knob as it adjusted to a station playing 80's pop. Perhaps your darling little guest might know one of those tunes.

"She's been living in her uptown world.," the voice of Billy Joel emanated from the little radio. "I bet she's never had a back-street guy. I bet her momma never told her why.

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl…"

"Oh! This is one of my favorites!" You gushed, shimmying your shoulders in time with the music and smiling.

"She's been living in her white-bred world

as long as anyone with hot blood can.

And now she's looking for a downtown man.

That's what I am."

Tom called your name and tapped your wrist. Turning around, you found the little boy standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Watch this," Tom said before doing a pirouette, just like the dancer Wayne Sleep did when he performed this song with Princess Diana in December of 1985. The little boy spun around on one foot a second time before finishing with a dramatic bow.

You laughed with appreciation and clapped. "Bravo!"

"Come dance with me, Miss. Please?" Tom looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I would be delighted." Taking Tom's little hands in yours, you couldn't stop smiling as the two of you danced in the kitchen to the rest of the song, moving your shoulders and hips. Meanwhile, Tom couldn't stop giggling, looking up at you as if you were the only lady in the world and dancing with you was a dream come true. At one point, you lifted your arm up and twirled the little boy as gracefully as possible, causing him to blush.

"My uptown girl.

You know I'm in love

With an uptown girl"

"What's going on here?" Loki smirked, amused by finding the two of you dancing as the song came to an end. He placed six boxes of Chinese takeaway onto the dining table before helping himself to the Cadbury bar laying around. "Have you been missing me?"

"Mister Loki, you're here!" Tom promptly rushed to hug him, throwing his arms around Loki's legs.

"Oh, get off, you exuberant little-" Loki was about to push the child away before he caught a glimpse of you giving him a little scowl. The God of mischief relented, patting the little boy on the back with a small smile. "Let's eat?"

You nodded. "Tom, wash your hands please?" You directed him to the bathroom, and watched him dawdle. The radio was now playing "What's Love Got to Do With It" by Tina Turner, a song you hadn't heard in years.

"You adore him," Loki teased you again while the two of you set the table with plates, forks, and cups.

You shook your head, warming the food in the microwave. "He's fun to be around, I'll admit it. By the way, thank you for choosing the fried rice and not getting the plain vegetables."

He winked at you. "I also remembered to bring two extra fortune cookies, just in case you don't like the fortune inside the one you eat first."

"Thank you."

"I believe now would be a perfect time for you to apologize for telling me to…what was it, my pet?" Loki goaded you. "Fuck me?"

"Huh?!" Right on cue, Tom pranced into the kitchen and sat down at the table. You snickered at Loki, and ruffled the little boy's hair. You and Loki sat on either side of Tom, and began to help yourselves to the egg rolls, fried rice, pan-fried broccoli with oyster sauce, and a kung pao dish.

You pointed out each dish to Tom, and invited him to try some. "Thank you, Mister Loki." Tom said in a sing-song voice before putting his fork into a piece of sauce-covered broccoli.

"You're very welcome, Tom." Loki almost beamed, unable to deny the joy he felt at the little boy's words. The two of you exchanged a smile while all of you continued eating.

"Mister Loki?" Tom piped up after some time. "Do you dance?"

"Tom, I'm a god," he reminded the boy. "I don't indulge in such trivial things."

Tom proudly told Loki about how the two of you danced in the kitchen, how he showed off his ability to pirouette, and how he held your hands. "You should dance too, Mister Loki!"

"Do you like her?" Loki mischievously asked the boy about you.

"Yeah!"

Loki and you chuckled. "So do I," he told the boy.

Tom cheekily grinned, holding an egg roll in his fingers. "You fancy her?"

The God of Mischief sharply denied, fighting the warmth flooding his cheeks. "Hang on just a second -"

It was Tom's turn to laugh, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. His laughter rang through the kitchen, like a bird singing for all to hear.

"Tom," you ate a spoonful of fried rice, "what should a person do if they fancy someone? Let's say a man fancies a lady, what should he do?"

Tom shifted in his seat for a moment. "Uh…" He took a bite of his egg roll, chewed, and swallowed. "Uh…he should say 'you're…you're," Tom slowly answers, trying to find the right word, "you're beautiful, and…I fancy you."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

You turned to Loki and smiled before looking at Tom. "That's a very good answer, Tom. Good job."

"And do you fancy Mister Loki?"

Loki grinned mischievously as he waited for your answer.

You took a deep breath. "Well…I do like Mister Loki very much. He is funny…he is a smart god, as you probably know."

"And is he handsome?" Loki interjects.

Shaking your head, you scrunched your nose for a moment. "He can be, when he isn't being such a pain."

Tom laughed some more. "You fancy Mister Loki!"

"Tom, eat your food. Don't forget about the veggies."

"Don't forget about veggies," Tom mimicked you, earning a laugh from Loki.

Once the three of you had finished eating, Tom asked if he could help you with the dishes. "Of course, Tom." You brought a chair close to the sink for the boy to use as a step stool. Nodding his head along with the music from the radio, Tom rinsed the soap from the dishes after you scrubbed the leftover food and grime off of them.

"You've been very helpful, Tom. Thank you." You ruffled his hair again when he put the last plate in the drying rack. "Would you like some ice cream as a reward?"

"Yes, please!"

You retrieved one of the pints from the freezer, and put three scoops into bowl for Tom. He gleefully thanked you with the same sing-song voice and strolled into the living room while eating.

Following Tom into the living room, you were surprised to find the living room in perfect condition. The feathers from earlier today were gone, the carpet was free of hair, and the grey boots - presumably Tom's - were neatly tucked into a corner.

Loki walked into the living room, carrying a stack of folded bedsheets. He knelt before the sofa and began to arrange them into a makeshift bed. "He can sleep on the couch tonight," the God of Mischief commented, placing Tom's stuffed dog Bobby onto the blankets.

"Thank you, Mister Loki!" For the second time that night, Tom hugged Loki. But this time, Loki hugged him back, holding the boy in his arms for at least a minute.

"You're welcome. Now go with her and get ready for sleep."

Giving Loki a "thank you", you led Tom away and gave him a spare toothbrush to use for the night. You stood next to him in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth while he brushed his. He even gargled a tiny cup of mouthwash and promptly spit it into the sink.

Loki watched from a distance, unbeknownst to both of you. He admired the way you interacted with Tom, making the little boy feel welcome the same way that you made him feel welcome when he was assigned by Stark Industries to live with you for the first time.

He reminisced about the first month that he was living with you. Loki thought about the way you helped him use the shower head, teaching him which way to turn the faucet for hot water versus hot water. He remembered how patient you were when he fumbled with the stove and nearly burned his fingers while boiling a kettle of water. Then there was the time when he tried to warm an aluminum packet of Pop-Tarts in the microwave…You were not pleased by the smell in the kitchen, but nevertheless silenced the smoke alarm before the landlord found out. And then, you showed him how to remove the wrappers and warm the Pop Tarts properly, not-so-gently chastising him all the while.

Loki snickered to himself. He really did deserve that, and the fact that you were willing to call him out when necessary was one of the reasons he liked living with you. Perhaps…perhaps Tom was right. He did fancy you, maybe even more than what he imagined.

You wiped your mouth after brushing your teeth and walked with Tom into the living room. The four-year-old boy climbed onto the couch and snuggled underneath the blankets.

"Good night," Tom looked up at you and Loki.

Kneeling before the boy, you gently kissed his hair. "Good night, Tom." Loki turned off the lights in the living room, and you left to change into your pajamas.

After an hour, you meandered into the hallway to check on your little guest. While Tom peacefully slept and held his stuffed dog to his chest, you felt a pair of arms around your torso.

"You are very beautiful…and I fancy you," Loki whispered into your ear.

"Stop it," you giggled under your breath.

Loki held you closer. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"You need to change him back in the morning." You turned around and pointed a finger at him. "The paparazzi will find out about this."

"I've got everything under control," Loki assured you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "And when this is all over…maybe I'll bring another little one home?"

"Loki!"

"Fine, I'll just make one."

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner and turned around. "Good night, Loki."

"Wait!" Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms for a moment. Before you could say anything, his lips were on yours. You melted into the kiss almost immediately, clasping his arms as he held you close. "I don't think I thanked you properly for today." He smirked.

"I think you already have…" You looked up at Loki, not sure if he was being genuine or just making a joke.

Loki tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I really fancy you," he confessed, murmuring your name with affection. "You're the kindest, most beautiful person that I've ever met on Midgard. You welcomed me into your life, you live with me even while knowing all of my history. Everyday you talk to me, indulge me in my games, and bring life into this place. Without you…living on Midgard would be like a prison. But with you, it feels close to paradise.

I know I don't make things easy for you, and sometimes I don't even know how you stand me. What I do know is…there's absolutely no one like you. And I fancy you more than anyone else. Do you…do you feel the same?"

"Loki…"

"Tell me," he softly insisted. All of the smugness from earlier had melted away, leaving nothing but a god who simply wanted to know if his affections were one-sided or not. "If you don't, then I'll forget everything I just told you, and we'll move on like nothing happened."

"And if I do?" You swallowed, your eyes meeting his. "What if I do fancy you, Loki Laufeyson of Asgard and Jotunheim?"

A warm smile spreads across Loki's face and he chuckles. "Do you…do you really?"

You replied matter-of-factly. "Sometimes that happens when you live with someone for six months, and catch them eating ice cream while crying to love songs."

"You tease," he snickered before kissing your lips again. Loki pressed his forehead against yours and held you, enjoying the moment to the fullest.

After what felt like several moments, you stroked Loki's cheekbone. "We should probably head to bed. It's late…and Tom might wake up."

Loki sighed, releasing you from his embrace. The two of you exchanged a "good night" filled with mutual affection and moved towards your separate bedrooms.

BONUS SCENE

A few hours later, you were awoken by fits of giggles and loud screaming. What could possibly be going on now? Climbing out of bed, you turned on the lights and sauntered into the living room.

"Thomas!" You chided, standing at the doorway while Loki and the little boy threw fistfuls of feathers at each other, surrounded by newly-destroyed pillows. "Thomas, for heaven's sake, it's the middle of the night! Will you go to bed?"

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HE'S INSANE FOR THIS [I WANNA RIDE]

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Head's Up, Seven Up

I was tagged in this post by @colorsunimaginable

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Rules: Share seven recent lines/sentences/whatever of your choice from your WIP.

I don't have a name for this story yet.

“Are you Alice’s friend?” Jayne said, before he could turn to leave. “Yes! That’d be me. I’m Tom.” He smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Jayne.” She smiled back and shook his hand. “Come right in, Tom. You’re right on time. We were just getting started.”

She led him into the dinning room where everyone welcomed him. Alice jumped up to give him a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Turning around, she introduced him. “Tom, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Tom. He’s new to town.”

Everyone welcomed him. The only free spot was a corner seat across from Alice. Jayne sat at the other corner across the table. Looking at the delicious food, Tom dug right in. “I could smell this as soon as I got out of my car. It all looks amazing!” All those around the table heartily agreed. They loved coming whenever Jayne hosted. Not that the others were bad (except Harry who’d been banned from cooking for the group after the last disaster). They just preferred Jayne’s cooking.

“I’ve been eating takeaway for a week while I get my place set up,” said Tom. No one really liked moving, and unpacking seemed to take forever, especially since he seemed to have lost the boxes with his kitchen stuff. As much as he looked, those particular boxes never seemed to turn up.

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Imagine:

It’s yours and Steven/Marc’s wedding day but your ex Loki decides to show up and make trouble. The venue quickly turns into a lethal battlefield with the two men fighting over you.

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An Unexpected Surprise

Summary~ You have been working really hard lately and your boss wants you to take an unexpected break…

Word Count~ 616

Warnings~ None that I really know of…

You stand up, gesturing over to a seat in your office."Please have a seat, and we can discuss the meeting." Tom threads his hand through his hair and straightens his tie. "Sure, but please don't stress yourself out about it." He walks over to the chair and sits down, "I know you have been busy, and I want you to take a break. I'm flying out of town tomorrow and, well, was wondering if you wanted to join me." You look at him in shock, "Me, Mr.Hiddleston, are you sure?" He massages the back of his neck while looking up at you with his beautiful blue eyes, "Yes, as an assistant...and please call me Tom..."

You look down at your work, not believing what you just heard. More hair started to slip out of your bun, perfectly framing your face, but you didn't mess with it. Tom, staring at you as you continue to work, every part of him burns to get up, move your hair out of your face, and kiss you. "Ok, if you're sure." You say, sounding uncertain. "Yes, I'm sure you need this time off more than I do." He says, looking up you notice that he is now sitting sprawled out, looking out the window.

You honestly can't help but fall for him, and you had told yourself when you first got this job not to think about falling for him, but what you didn't realize was that he had been watching you more than anyone else and that you had impressed him, and he had slowly fallen for you. Not wanting to show favoritism, he waited to move you up to one of his top managers so he could finally ask you on this trip.

You started to stack everything up on your desk. "You haven't told me where we are going or what time we are leaving." He slowly gets up and walks over to you, placing a hand on yours, causing you to stop and look up at him. "I hope you don't mind a trip to Costa Rica for a week." He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, his voice low. "Costa Rica? I've never been," you reply, your voice also low as he looks at you smiling.

"You will love it there the plane leaves at 7... I can take you to your apartment. So you can pack, and you can stay the night with me. Only if you want to..." You try to hide the fact that you are delighted that he invited you to come over and stay the night with him. "That would be perfect, actually," You reply with your head tilted, biting your bottom lip, "Seeing that I am the boss, and it's only two in the afternoon, I think it will be okay if we leave a little bit early, I'm going to go and get my keys meet me up front." Winking at you as he leaves, you stand there in complete shock. You almost believe that this was a dream until your phone rings, and it is Tom wondering where you are.

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Daffodils Masterlist

A Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader

World-famous actor Tom Hiddleston and distinguished journalist Y/n L/n were inseparable...well inseparable until an enormous misunderstanding destroyed any trust they both had in each other.

Fast forward five years and the two still haven't spoken. Their friendship seemingly forgotten.

Chapter 1 - A New Feature

Chapter 2 - Blast From the Past

Chapter 3 - Meetings and...Greetings?

Chapter 4 - Bitter Reminiscence

Chapter 5 - (coming soon)

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Against the odds

Chapter 4 - Mister Kray

Word count: 4,5k

a/n: Chat Style - description of the movie plot and characters they play

warnings: 18+ filming of sex scene, language, toxic ex - gaslighting

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“Damn! Mister Hiddleston!” You hollered grinning. A playful appreciation of Tom's look as he emerged from the little studio where all your make-up artists and costume designers were swirling around like busy bees.

The first two weeks of filming were already over still leaving you with tons of unshooted material left. It was amazing to work with Tom and Jef Goldbloom who played your father, the third and last of the bigger roles.

The first week was mainly a 'getting to know each other' when the group clicked immediately. Tom and you had quickly revived the ever simmering embers of your friendship while he and Jeff recently had worked together in Ragnarok. He was incredibly sympathetic and so was the female director Anne.

You were happy these days. Acting, especially working with such sunshine people was a blissful distraction.

Tom's sharp features were highlighted by a pinch of make-up while his athletic form was slipped into a dark brown suit, visibly tailor made and clinging to his limbs like mysterious snake skin. Damnit, how were you even supposed to remain professional and not drool over your co-star who looked like a storybook villain?

So that’s how you ended up with a few funny remarks and quips to distract your clouded brain from unholy thoughts about Hiddlecharm as you began to call him. It was Chris’ idea but admittedly one of his better ones.

Tom's low chuckle rumbled through his chest, the dark timbre resonating against your eardrums. Whoever exactly picked him, thank you, you thought marinating in the soothing pitch.

He had slipped into his role already, a piece of cake for the incredibly talented actor as you realized while watching him shoot his first scenes. It seemed like he was Mr Kray, radiating exactly what you would expect when reading the script. No, even more. Even more intense.

“Or should I say, mister Kray, sir?” you purred, theatrically descending the few chairs you had sat on waiting for him to shoot your very first scene together. Not gonna lie, you were anxious as hell although everyone had told you how you were doing a great job. The executive producer even called you a perfect match for Victoria after your first scenes in the snobby law office with Jeff.

But the alluring thought of shooting with Tom, the man you were supposed to fall for at first sight and lose your grace along the ride was something utterly different. Something that could actually bring you uncomfortably close to your boundaries.

“You look gorgeous, y/n” the handsome Brit snickered as you joined him on his way to the set; a scenery on the huge property of the London film company. A street, wet from this afternoon’s rain and slightly darkened due to the late hour was the perfect background for Alexander and Victoria's first encounter...

Victoria Desmond, a young, ambitious lawyer, living up to the expectations of joining her well-known father's law firm. The best in whole London, especially when it came to criminal defence. Victoria didn’t have a clue whether her dad John was involved in some shady business ventures but she didn’t and shouldn’t care about his ways anyway. The young woman was awfully intelligent, a shooting star in her métier not to mention the sex appeal she should radiate throughout the film by wearing tight pencil skirts and not fully buttoned up blouses. She was the perfect innocent temptress who would drown in the underworld, mercilessly pulled by Alexander Kray and his criminal charm.

Coming to Kray - a ruthless criminal dominating the UK's filthy underworld under the pretense of a fake company selling luxurious jewelry. The company wasn’t fake at all yet small and exclusive but still making a remarkable amount of money. Enough to launder bloody money and to present Kray in a white vest. After a mole had done some damage the prosecutor’s office got ahold of some sensitive documents. Kray seeked help at the countries most prestigious law firm; Victoria's dad's. Of course, the case ended up on her desk making her defend a criminal who had told her everything about his dirty business as if it was nothing and slowly pulled her mind under a numbing spell of devotion. Eventually, she turned her back on the dream of becoming London's chief prosecutor and defended Mr Kray she had been stumbling in a steamy affair with.

God, it had been a lot to take in after you first read the whole script in one night, four cups of coffee had fallen victim to your binge-session. The piece was dramatic, captivating to the last sentence and most of all; fucking steamy. You had no idea about how the hell you would manage three, THREE sex scenes while the first was already nearing but more like in the frightening speed of a sprint instead of a marathon.

It was a heavy challenge without any equal. Especially since you were completely inexperienced in the field of acting, ergo also in faking literal sex.

You had watched every single one of Tom’s films in the last week. Admittedly, you must’ve had watched them at least more than ten times now but of course that was and should remain your little secret. He was a marvel, an absolutely gifted actor nailing everything single role he had played so far. The way he conveyed all the feelings in romantic scenes was dreamy and the intimate parts were… nerve wrecking.

No wonder the Hiddlestoners were very numerous and ambitious.

Thomas Sharpe? Fucking hot. Robert Laing? God above. Jonathan Pine? Yes please.

He made it look so natural, so real that it was terrifying once your brain snapped back in your own reality. The times you could manage to actually focus on the acting behind the tantalizing scenes, what was unfortunately pretty rare, you were utterly amazed. It was a double-edged sword; on the one side it was relieving to have an experienced friend guiding you through all that but on the other side you were afraid of the close contact, the act you had to display whereas 'act' was meant in the full sense of the word.

The last time you truly had been intimate with someone was before you and Nate finally broke up. Needless to say it made you extra sensitive to the topic in general. A dumb, humiliating comment of your ex as soon as the movie would be on screen was practically bound to occur only making it harder to work up the nerve to film those scenes.

But Tom was undeniably good looking and you would have given your life to be intimate with him all those years ago. Those few weeks he had spent in your damn house, day and night.

God, you were so torn. It started to get on your nerves.

It was a toxic combination of verdancy in this industry, the fear of failure, malaise due to your traumatic breakup and unstoppably growing emotions for the hot Brit. A perfect mess and you were praying for someone to declutter your heart and mind.

For Tom on the contrary it was the perfect opportunity to explore his villainous talents he had developed by bringing Loki to live. Naturally, he was about to elongate his success streak. deliver the Alexander Kray everyone would be stuck thinking about even weeks after watching 'The Moralizer'.

The first time you had seen him acting and developing the incredible persona of Alexander Kray curious goosebumps spread all across your body while you had to fight gravity in order to keep your jaw in place. Otherwise it would have dropped to the floor coaxed by the sinister yet totally charming aura Tom had created…

“Take 1, scene 35a. Go!”

“My, my, my... Who would have thought I’d meet my rising star of a lawyer in such a dark, wicked alley” Tom's deep voice growled as the black Jaguar rolled up next to you, the timbre of his voice matching the V8 engine in perfect unison. You didn’t even need to act like you were battling fear and arousal as your eyes met Tom's steel blues.

“I’m afraid that is none of your business, sir” you snapped, arrogantly tugging a strand of your dyed hair behind your ear and averting your gaze from the handsome man in the flawless suit. Victoria flattered you perfectly, her characteristics just mingling with your own and creating an amazingly real person.

You truly enjoyed playing the rich, ambitious daughter. Why? Well, you needed no explanation to just relish in the magical moments.

“Call me Mister Kray, darling. Although sir sounds rather delightful coming out of your mouth” he cooed, a sly smile dancing around Tom’s sharp features, streetlights casting sinful shadows on the hollowed cheeks. He did look a bit terrifying with a sparkle of manic in his narrowed eyes.

You were about to inhale sharply, making Victoria pop out an indignant retort to how he called you. Following the script and Anne's previous annotations while it was you to make true to those lines felt incredible. Then, you let your mouth fall agape, eyes widening in the shock of realization before they narrowed again, hiding curiosity that should remain veiled to Mister Kray.

“Right, Ms Desmond. I am Alexander Kray and you will get me out of this mess” he groaned raising a critical eyebrow as he conducted his gaze to travel your body not even trying to hide the profanity. Each of your curves was hugged by the tight black dress and topped with a white blazer. You wore an expensive costume yet you felt naked under Tom's or better Alexander’s interrogating eyes.

What lead to the very first time you deviated from the script, improvising by just saying what your inner Victoria told you.

“Just because I'm forced to defend your very mindless criminal games, I won’t fuck you” it blurted out of you before you swung your hair to the side, looking fed up and started to walk in the different direction.

“Come, come! Cameras-” the producer whispered and gestures them to follow you, eager to see what those perfectly harmonizing actors had in store for him.

Tom understood immediately, his face didn’t even twitch for a mere second as he brushed the gas, slowly keeping up with your hasty steps. Effortless, the blonde summoned a satisfied smirk on his velvet lips. God, he was talented just taking what you delivered and forming something completely new.

“Well hello... I wager the notorious John Desmond isn't aware of his daughter’s bratty mouth?” he snickered eliciting an annoyed scoff from your crimson lips.

“Are you trying to blackmail me, sir?” you sneered finally and abruptly stopping your strides. A surprised, angry expression lingered on your face whilst your knuckles turned white around the grip of your expensive handbag. The camera came closer.

“Not in the slightest, miss“ he began mimicking your polite address. “May I offer the lady a ride back to her office?” Tom then asked, his hand curling around the alabaster leather of the steering wheel. Steel blue eyes were flirting with the camera, killing all the women on what seemed like amused purpose.

“CUT“

“And that’s a wrap. Scene 35a done”

“This was absolutely perfect! Y/n, we need more of your improvising, it looked so natural” the first assistant instantly remarked completely surprising you with the unexpected compliment.

Was it really that good? Couldn't be since you had the audacity to basically ignore their script.

Jeff just stood in the corner grinning broadly and showing you a solid thumbs up before Tom took your hand and made you turn around in a flash. “You were amazing, darling. Congrats on your first successful impro-scene” he smiled warmly pulling you into a hug you wished would last for eternity.

Nate had never been a man of compliments or real charm so you were even more overwhelmed by the friendly nature of the handsome Brit.

“Well, without you playing along it would have been shitty” you quipped nervously, the scent of his cologne invading your nostrils like a wildfire. Tom was the perfect charming villain who already made your inner Victoria fall for the haughty ass that was Alexander Kray. You were stumbling towards the abyss of joining her, desperately holding on to your deep friendship as a reason to repress any other feelings.

Feelings you might regret one day.

“That’s not true, y/n. Let’s get you the nice caramel macchiato with two pumps of sugar-free vanilla and oat milk, shall we?” Tom weaved past you until standing on your right, sliding his arm down from where it had rested to gently wrap around your waist before his long legs coaxed you to go with him. He remembered how you liked your coffee already? How?

A flash of rose lit up on the powdered skin of your cheeks. A beautiful warmth spread in your lower belly emitting from his big hand holding you so lovingly in a place you normally wouldn’t let anyone touch you so easily. Especially not after Nate and his ongoing 'let me touch you' discussions.

“Liam?” You asked after picking up your phone, hands still wet from taking a shower. It was a wonder the phone even recognized the press of your thumb that created a small water bubble to relax on the blacked out screen.

The youngest one of your brothers you also had a very good relationship to normally preferred to text so it must’ve been something urgent?!

“Hey, boops” his voice echoed through the speaker of your phone as you dried your body and slipped in your underwear.

Today was the day. The first sex scene shoot and the intimacy coach told you to wear a bra you feel sexy in since you were allowed to wear one of your private collection instead of having to wear what the mask and costume team picked out. A small ray of hope in the dark valley of your simmering nervousness.

“What’s up? I’m kind of in a rush, bro” you panted slipping in the black leggings and wriggling your head through the tight opening of your turtleneck. You were indeed in a rush considering that you’ve wasted twenty minutes in the hot shower fearing the moment you had to get out.

“Well, erm it’s about your ex” Liam whispered carefully but it was hard either way. Your heart dropped, fingers digging in the soft fabric of your tote bag.

“The People magazine published an interview with him in which he stated that quote 'the relationship with her was almost platonic. Nothing what would ever satisfy a guy so men, beware'. I read it and I just had to tell you” Liam’s voice explained, the pity clearly audible.

Desperate anger and familiar sadness rose in your trembling body. This was certainly the least thing you wanted nor needed today.

“Tha- thank you, Li. I’ll phone my lawyer after shooting”

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this, y/n. I’ll visit you next week, alright?” He cooed trying to soothe his little sister who struggled to suppress hot tears. He knew it what only ached his own heart.

“Okay, thanks. See you, Liam” you whispered shuddering as the short beep signaled the end of the call.

You would have loved to snuggle up in the warmth of your bed, burying hot tears in the silk of your pillows and watching an episode of Friends. But it wasn’t possible. You had a job to do, and what a difficult one today so you got ahold of yourself and stumbled out of the spacious hotel room heading towards the set.

“Hey, you seem sad…did something happen? I’m sure we can reschedule the shoot if you’re unwell” Tom’s soothing voice intruded your mind as he stepped in the costume trailer where you sat in the corner, shaking.

You looked up at him, all ready in a dark red suit with a checkered tie and brown shoes. His handsomeness never failed to impress you and special parts of your body. God, you would never want him to think he was the reason for your muddled state.

“No, no it’s not that… it’s just…” you stammered biting your lower lip from the tension sitting within you. Tom came closer and sat down next to you, his gentle hand resting on your skirt clad thigh. It felt like a hug adding to the friendly, trustable gaze of his beautiful blue orbs.

“You don’t have to tell me, y/n. I can just stay here with you for a while” he whispered, smiling as your head leaned over to bump and rest against his shoulder. The Brit loved physical contact to you. Although he had a hard time restraining himself every time you wore those tight, sexy costumes. You were the most gorgeous woman to him and your character was pure gold, especially after the more or less dramatic breakup with Taylor.

To him you were a woman to cherish. Someone truly loyal and loving he wouldn’t hesitate a second to spend the rest of his life with.

But love was just an object easily buyable in the big grocery store that was the world.

“It’s Nate, Tom. He- he said in an interview that I’m not satisfying and warned all men about entering a relationship with me” you explained, keeping your voice but the words formed surprisingly easy as if your heart spoke to Tom through an invisible wire. A heavy sigh escaped the Brit's mouth, his chest falling with pure disappointment and the wish to snap that man’s neck.

“Darling, that’s horrible. I'm truly so hear that this idiot still has the audacity to put shame on your persona”.

You silently sobbed and snuggled up against his muscular arm. Shit, he was calming. Maybe even better than Chris or Liam although you’ve known him for just about three months now. The feelings you were unsure about fought their way back to the surface of your consciousness as he told you how talented and gorgeous you were and how he would be happy to have a girlfriend like you. Butterflies danced in your belly making you ready for the upcoming shoot.

Maybe it was a completely idiotic idea to enter such a situation with romantic feelings surging through your veins…

But as the set assistant announced the scene a cold shiver ran down your spine, freezing like ice crystals on the surface of a frozen lake. Fear and embarrassment flooded your body as Tom was instantly back in his role, picking up the incredible cocky and fucking alluring nature of Alexander. The previous scene was already in the box so you started at a 'cold point' what only made it harder.

But you took a deep breath, reminding yourself of Tom’s earlier encouragement and the tips he kindly gave you. Anything but Nate and his straining trouble.

“It’s gotten late. Are you sure such a gorgeous woman should go home now?“ Tom rasped approaching you and pushing you backwards until the edge of his black desk hit your back, forcing you to keep still as his strong chest lurked in front of your face. Tom’s strong pecks were clearly visible trough the white, thin fabric of his dress shirt drawing your coy eyes like a natural phenomenon.

Training to become Captain Conrad had paid off, obviously.

“Mister Kray, you- what are you doing?“ Your shaky voice asked while greedy hands wandered up to trace the button line and the muscle insertions hidden underneath. You saw Tom shudder lightly under your touch wondering if you should have left it.

Then you felt his hand pinching your chin with two fingers and coaxing your head up to make your eyes meet his. The tension was blooming, slowly allowing your senses to fade out the presence of two big cameras and about five people in the small room.

“You want this, don’t you? Just deny and I’ll leave you alone. Say yes and I’ll show you my generous side“ he growled nearing your face until you felt his hot, damp breath against your lips. Hot ripples ran down your spine at the close contact, something you accidentally dreamt of twice since filming started. Tensing up at what was to come next your left hand instinctively flew back and gripped the edge of the desk.

“No…“ you breathed letting Victoria lose herself in his narrowed eyes which radiated danger and seduction like a black sun.

A twitch shook your torso as Tom’s hand landed on your neck trailing your pulse point like a starved vampire until his fingers met the buttons of your blouse and began to open it slowly. Your mouth was still agape, goosebumps traveling the valley of your breasts as his cold digits brushed your cleavage with every unbuttoned centimeter.

It didn’t take him long to fully expose your chest and the sparkle in his steel blues hitched, evolving for a moment at the beautiful sight he longed since you had visited the set of Ragnarok. You could swear he was staring at your admittedly very alluring lace bra for longer than intended.

Was he, Tom, aroused by you? Or was it just interest? Fuck, y/n stay in the role!

“Yes“ you finally whispered tilting forward as if you craved his touch, more of his touch. The low chuckle rumbling through Tom’s chest was so unlike his usual laughter sending a hot gush of sizzles between your legs.

God, his deep voice was attractive. But suddenly, as his hands began to actually cup your breasts you nearly lost it, shivering under the many gazes fixed on your body in such an intimate situation.

“That’s what I thought, darling. Such an obedient little girl“ Tom rasped, his thumb caressing your collarbone as he lowered his head bringing his velvet lips closer to yours. Fuck, why did the script have to be like that? But you didn’t have much time to internally curse the alluring lines voiced by Tom Hiddleston because your heart began to hammer against your chest like crazy. It was as if your pulse was doing a sprint.

Tom secretly told you not to rehearse the first kiss beforehand since Victoria’s surprised reaction would look more authentic if it was real astonishment. And of course you listened to him, now facing the consequences of untamable nervousness.

It wasn’t only the kiss but also what followed after pretty quickly without giving you any time to think. The Brit saw the flickering anxiety in your eyes so he winked assuringly as the camera faced his back. A friendly try to calm you down but little did he know there were real emotions involved…

Then your lips met, your eyes fluttered shut at the overwhelming sensation of Tom’s soft lips sealing yours. A gush of emotions broke free from the gutter you had built to keep them in check. The battle was officially lost and your body began to swing the white flag, giving in to the kiss thoroughly.

At first you didn’t even realize the camera so close to your face but when your eyes met the light reflection on the lens you began to panic again.

“Shhh, you’re doing great“ Tom whispered, inaudible to the sound recorder, softening your muscles again before the kiss grew dirty, tongues flicking around each other before his hands suddenly hoisted you on top of the desk, hasty hands ripping your skirt apart.

Did he actually just rip a whole pencil skirt with his bare hands?

“That’s so wrong“ you panted under Tom’s demanding kisses which clearly helped you to let your breath appear labored. The man kept his promise to guide you through this and put the spotlight on you, making you look flawless. Those special feelings breaking free right now were only nourished by his honest and loving nature threatening to make you moan Tom instead of Alexander. A dangerous chess game you unfortunately played against your own heart.

“I’ll make it feel so right. Just let me in, Victoria“ Tom’s deep voice resonated in your ears, your signal to part your legs before Tom stepped in between. The false name gave you some strength again, helped you to to be in a meta level of control of the whole situation which slightly vanished when your task was to rip Tom’s shirt open. To expose his bare chest.

Then everything went by so fast. He unbuckled his belt as greedy appearing hands were on your breasts pressing your back flush against the desk before the real action began. The part of which you were most afraid; faking moans and whimpers and scrunching your face etc.

The whole range.

A shiver spread all across your body as Tom pulled down the panties you wore above the special skin color pad you got for exactly these kind of scenes. Your head was lost in a battle of wishing it would have been your real panties and the grand nervousness of being so exposed and vulnerable in front of strangers.

But Tom made up for it, whispering little words of encouragement whenever his kissed either your lips or your neck.

And that was how you got the boldness to dive in a little deeper, letting your little moans become louder and more unchained while his naked hips rolled against your crotch. This was a sweet little torture to the part of your brain which had craved Tom since your first encounter. His raspy, dirty lines only poured oil in the fire that spread from your belly while you decided to shut your eyes and spare you from the incredibly handsome face contorted in pleasure as if it was real.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. You feel perfect“ Tom moaned coaxing you to arch your back as his fake thrusts became stronger, shaking your body like Charlotte’s in high rise. You were utterly thankful for the tip to just close your eyes if the people’s gazes and the camera became too much hence your body could relax a bit more before the heavy task to fake an orgasm.

The intimacy coach told you to use your legs and hands to make it look more intense so there you were starting to grasp the edge of the desk and Tom’s lose tie. He was a professional without a doubt but your sweet melodies and the way you acted with your face was dangerous. It was a risk to his spotless reputation as an actor. But the Brit was skilled enough to transform and bring in his feelings into the acting. He delivered a picture perfect impression of Alexander’s sweet relief.

But deep down he would love to turn this into reality with the woman who conquered his heart.

Faking a heavy panting, your legs sinfully wrapped around Tom’s waist before the final lines of the film were spoken, your eyes opened again and your ponytail messy like it should after pure debauchery.

“Mister Kray… I should really go now“ you whispered under staggered breaths before he pulled you into another kiss. But a different one; a touch of real, unsated sentiment that nudged your heart over the edge.

You had fallen for your co-star Hiddleston. And hard.

“Call me Alex, pretty. And no, you’re staying. You gotta regret this night when the sun kisses your skin again“ Tom began, kissing your neck in between of his lines. “Let me make the remorse so awful“ he rasped, his baritone hoarse and used making your legs clench around him most involuntarily.

But you simply couldn’t help yourself at the words that escaped his mouth and the way his hollowed cheeks highlighted the godly bone structure. Not even to begin with those beautiful blue eyes fucking you with mere subtle gazes.

“Cut!“

“Your chemistry is breathtaking! Another one take“ the director yelled clapping above her head in pure enthusiasm while you were struggling to switch out of this vulnerable situation and back in an everyday-mode.

Shit, you internally cursed as you realized your legs were trembling from all the pressure which just vanished so abruptly. This was the most intense experience you’ve ever made.

“Are you alright, darling? You were amazing. Acting clearly runs in your blood“ Tom cheered as you wrapped his arms around him in a comfort seeking hug. But the handsome Brit wasn’t astonished by your actions, on the contrary he also enjoyed the last moment of intimacy after the steamy scene.

“Thank you so much, Tom. I couldn’t have done it without you“ you whispered obviously touched by him and his kindness. “Anytime, darling“ he temptingly winked at you before being called to make-up again leaving you standing there alone, only your strong feelings for him keeping you company.

However, the tall Brit with the dreamy smile saw you as a best friend… Didn’t he?

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etherealacoustic · 2 years

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All Of Me

Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Summary - On your third anniversary, Tom sings this song to you. Also depicts your and Tom's relationship.

Warnings - none!

Also I love him sm 🥺💙

Your lips mouthed the lyrics to the song that was playing on the radio, a soft romantic one. That was always your preferred choice, either love songs or sad songs. There was no in between.

Even after being married for almost three years now, one of your traits could be traced back to when you were a teen. Which was that you were a hopeless romantic.

You chuckled at the thought of your younger self daydreaming at how would you meet the love of your life. Various memories ran through your mind where you created scenarios in your head, imagined how the conversation would play out.

And speaking about getting hitched, tomorrow would be you and your husband's third marriage anniversary.

You smiled at the thought of your husband, Tom. The most caring, loving, sweet, and handsome gentleman you'd ever met.

Just as you were driving, you spotted a florist shop on the sidewalk and immediately stopped the car in front of it.

Getting out you quickly went over and greeted the old lady at the counter. There were many different kinds of flowers but you were looking for a particular one.

"This one," you said and pointed to the small purple sprig kept in a vase.

"Bougainville?" The lady seemed a little surprised at your choice as she plucked it out and handed it to you.

"My husband loves it," you chuckled and paid the amount.

"Quite an extraordinary choice," she nodded appreciatively.

"I know right," you said and shook her hand before retreating back into your car and driving home.

Finally reaching your apartment, you parked the car and walked towards the elevator to get home at last.

Tom on the other hand, was busy jamming to music and cooking dinner to hear the door open.

You grinned at hearing the all too familiar tunes being blasted and smirked at your perfect opportunity. Quietly tip-toeing towards the kitchen, you stood right behind him and yelled, "BOO!"

He jumped and turned around so fast that you were afraid he had snapped his neck. His eyes went comically wide and he clutched his chest to soothe his agitated heart. "That wasn't fair in the least".

"Sorry," you said in between laughs. "Couldn't turn down such a perfect chance now, could I?"

He rolled his eyes but smiled nevertheless, his eyes visibly brightening at seeing you after a long day.

"I got something for you," you said and he noticed one of your hand was behind your back, hiding something.

"What?" He asked curiously, a childish excitement glowing on his face.

At that, you held out your hand which was holding the small bunch of Bougainville and presented it to him with extreme dramatics and unnecessary elegance.

A faint blush rose to his cheeks as he laughed and took the flower from you, a huge smile on his face. "Thank you, love".

"My pleasure, husband," you winked and went forward to wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his shoulders.

He sighed contently and tightened his grip around you, swaying slightly and just enjoying the closeness.

"I'll quickly go and get changed," you whispered and he nodded, kissing you deeply before letting go.

Dinner was quite peaceful compared to the time spent after. You two were watching those try not to laugh challenges on YouTube and you were failing miserably.

"You're an actor!" You exclaimed angrily after your fifth defeat. "It's not fair!"

"A good actor might I add," he retorted smugly. "Everything's fair in love and war".

You frowned and huffed, "One last time, winner takes it all".

But as predicted, you had lost. Again.

"I hate this bloody game," you groaned and face palmed at being so easily cheered.

"Only because you totally suck," he grinned and backed you against the armrest of the couch.

"I do not! It's just that you have a really unfair advantage," you said and pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck.

You two were quite close, noses brushing and foreheads touching slightly. His baby blue eyes gazed into your shining irises, both pairs filled with every ounce of affection.

He leaned forward to kiss you, your eyes instantly fluttering close as you felt his slight weight on your body. Your lips moved against his in a familiar harmony, one that both of you knew all too well.

The small ding of the clock was what made Tom pull away, he glanced at the time before turning back to you.

"Happy anniversary, my love," he whispered and brought in his embrace.

"Happy anniversary, Tom," you breathed back, smiling at hearing his heart taking up it's speed.

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It was early in the morning and you were moving around, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb your sleeping husband.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair and coat before giving a satisfying nod.

"Love?" A raspy voice was heard making you smile softly.

You walked over to his side of the bed and sat next to him, laughing as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer. "You look beautiful," he mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Morning to you too," you chuckled and ran your fingers through his blond locks.

He hummed and slowly opened his eyes, "Leaving already?"

"Yeah," you sighed. Though wanting to stay home and enjoy your anniversary together, you had an unavoidable meeting. "I promise I'll be back early.

"It's fine. Drive slowly," he murmured and smiled sleepily at you.

You nodded and kissed him one last time before leaving rather reluctantly.

Tom watched as you closed the door and smiled before falling asleep again.

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It was late evening and the living room of your house was decorated nicely. Not too lavish but simple and beautiful, just the way you liked.

The lights were dimmed to a soft golden colour, fairy bulbs hung around, some draped over a plant and some on the wall.

Tom looked around, checking everything to make sure all was in place and smiled softly at your reaction on seeing this.

He went over to the bedroom to check himself. He adjusted his blue formal shirt, brushing off creases and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Running a hand through his hair and styling it a little, he nodded before taking the most important part of the entire surprise.

His guitar.

It was placed near the sofa, not easily visible but not completely hidden too.

The doorbell rang and he immediately perked up, a small grin on his face as he hurried over to open the door.

The door was open and you stepped in, not having the slightest clue about everything. The first thing you saw was your husband, looking extremely handsome in that shirt.

And before you could even say anything, rose petals started falling and you let out a tiny gasp, looking up and holding out your palm. Your body spun slowly without you even noticing as you were busy smiling widely.

You laughed a little and looked at Tom who had a fond look on his face. You walked closer and wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your hips.

"Thank you so much," you said and cupped his cheek with your right hand, an excited expression adorning your face.

"My pleasure," he replied in his deep and alluring accent. He raised his hand and removed a small petal that was stuck in your hair. A warm feeling spreading through you at his touch.

He smiled, and that was all it took for you to press your lips against his.

Tom pulled away and his hands went to your shoulder to pull off the blazer, "How was the meeting?"

"Not bad," you responded and let him lead you towards the sofa. "I think we will end up making a deal".

He nodded encouragingly and made you sit down on one of the couches before seating himself in the opposite one. You gave him a quizzical look but he just smiled pleasantly and took the guitar in his hands.

"You've been playing?" You asked in surprise and delight.

"Yep," he grinned and started tuning the instrument as you sat there.

"Now," he said after he was done. "I'm gonna play a song okay? And- I- I'm gonna sing too.. All you have to do is just watch".

A smile spread across your face as you took in his words. He was going to sing and play for you. You loved this man.

"Which song?" You questioned, trying your luck though you knew it to be hopeless.

"You'll just have to wait," he smirked which then faded to a slightly anxious look.

"Go ahead," you said reassuringly after seeing his nervous state.

He nodded and cleared his throat, offering you a charming grin before beginning to strum gently.

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What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawin' me in and you kickin' me out. You've got my head spinnin', no kiddin'. I can't pin you down.

Your eyes widened and you smiled at the familiar song, one that both of you loved. Another thought struck you that he was singing this for you, to you.

Tom's eyes that were previously on the guitar were now glued to your face as he sang, clearly letting you know that it was you he was dedicating this to.

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What's goin' on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride. And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me. But I'll be alright. My head's under water, but I'm breathin' fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

His eyes were still on you, taking in your features as his fingers moved and strummed the strings with no effort. You were looking especially beautiful tonight. Maybe it was due to the cost ambience, the golden glow of your skin, or maybe it was just your awed expression.

You were staring back at him, the love of your life, your man. Still not believing this was really happening. To someone it might seem simple, but to you it was a big deal.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'.

His lips held a small smile as he looked you right in the eye, as though making sure you were hearing his every word, trying to make you believe in him. His gaze scanned your body, affection fully visible in every part of his face.

Your throat tightened and you swallowed down the burning sensation. It had been just a minute and you were already getting emotional. You looked up at him to see him mouth, "You're perfect," and you chuckled, blush rising to your lips fast making him laugh.

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'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. Oh-oh.

You didn't know how to respond to the way he was looking at you, like it was you who hung the stars. He was looking at you with so much love, so much care, that all you could o was offer him a teary smile, hoping your eyes showed the same, wishing you weren't looking like an absolute mess.

His smile slipped a little at seeing your eyes welling up, he hated to see you cry. But his face brightened again at seeing your smile.

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How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too. The world is beating you down, I'm around, through every mood.

You almost laughed out loud at the perfect timing, it was as though the universe had aligned your emotions to the lyrics. Not even a minute ago you were a tiny bit conscious and here it was, your husband reassuring you unknowingly.

He cheered internally at seeing your happy grin, knowing what you were thinking. All that was running in his mind was you, and you only. He wanted you to know that he'll always be there, no matter what.

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You're my downfall, you're my muse. My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues. I can't stop singing, it's ringing. In my head for you. My head's under water but I'm breathin' fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

A smirk was seen on your lips despite your tear-filled eyes. You had multiple playful arguments, where Tom was so-called annoyed at you because according to him, you were the reason for the numerous diversions he faced when working.

He rolled his eyes at your mischievous grin, him understanding exactly what was running through your mind. Though being 'frustrated' with you for many times, you would always be his favorite distraction.

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And as though it was the perfect time, the tears you were holding back slipped from your fierceness and you shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop them but to no avail. His voice was just too sincere, full of too much adoration that it became difficult for your heart to stay silent.

Tom's eyes bore a sympathetic and fond look as he gazed at you, he loved you too much and even he could feel his voice starting to shake and throat starting to burn.

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'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. Oh-oh. Give me all of you, oh. Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts. Risking it all, though it's hard.

You had not even bothered to wipe your tear-stained cheeks. You just watched and listened. Your eyes flitting from his face to his hand as it strummed the guitar.

His gaze though was settled on you, taking in every tiny reaction and capturing it in his mind forever.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'. 'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. I give you all of me. And you give me all of you, oh-oh.

You eyes didn't stray away from his until his very last note, until his very last strum. You were taking everything in. From his shirt-clad body, to his glowing face, and to his glistening eyes.

And he did the same, losing himself into you as he mindlessly finished the song.

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As soon as the guitar was placed down, Tom wasn't even given the chance to look up when you had jumped on him, bringing him in the tightest hug ever.

He laughed softly and raised his hands to wrap them around you. He slowly pulled away to see trails of tears down your cheeks.

"Oh, love," he sighed and wiped them away, cupping your face gently, holding you with extreme care and kissing you at last.

"You shouldn't make your wife cry on her anniversary, Thomas," you sniffed and placed your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, darling," he whispered genuinely and you could hear the huge smile.

"Well you sung a goddamn song for me. I can't even be mad," you laughed and kissed his cheek.

"You liked it?"

"Of course I did! It was amazing, thank you," you said genuinely.

"Happy anniversary once again, my love," he murmured and pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his chest.

"Happy anniversary, handsome," you sighed and snuggled closer.

Both of your hearts swelling up with unfathomable amounts of love for one another as you cuddled.

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Made these with a friend of mine 💚💚

#tom hiddleston #hiddlestoners #tom hiddleston characters #twhiddleston #hiddlesarmy #magnus martinsson #magnus x reader #wallander #twh #twhiddles #thomaswilliamhiddleston #thomas hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlesverse

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k-writer17 · 6 months

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TOM AND CHRIS

they look like they are a fan of one another and have met for the first time 😆😆🫶🏻

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severussimp · 2 years

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"We are Loki, of Asgard. And we are burdened with Glorious Purpose"

~Tried challenging myself lol :p

~ I used Ms. Reverie's art as a reference :)) here

~ needs improvement but I'm kinda proud of it :))

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stupidthoughtsinwriting · 2 years

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An Untitled Tom Story

Hi, One this is my first post and I don't know much about tumblr and how this works as I'm still new. Two I wrote something that's been on my mind for months and I'm posting it here first to see if its any worth posting on Wattpad. Im very hesitant in posting this as i dont feel that comfortable writing something about a real person who is currently involved and engaged or showing anybody my work. But im very very happy for them, This story just formed in my head like a snowball at a top of a hill, and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger that i cant stop it from forming in my head. This story gives me a bit of comfort at times, and if it does the same to you that would make my year. I apologize for the long intro-ish thing. Please do share your thought unless their in the negative and do inform me if there is any inaccuracies that may occur. Enjoy and have a lovely day =)

Chapter 1

Tom

Food.

I need food.

As I enter a small café, the smell of pastries and coffee fill my nostrils. I have been stuck in meetings all day, with a light breakfast and lunch long forgotten, I’m famished. It’s late in the afternoon and I’ve gone to the nearest eatery I could find to fill my empty stomach. I’ll get a proper meal at dinner. Maybe takeaway? My stomach growls and I suppress a chuckle as I make my way to the service counter. The place is packed but there doesn’t seem to be a line for the counter.

“Good evening, I’d like a cuppa earl grey please and…” I lift my cap a bit to take a peek at the display case, looking at the delicious looking freshly baked goodies. “A croissant and those scones look good; I’ll take two please” I beam to the woman behind the counter as I point at the scones. The woman nods and puts in my order, I pay and procced to the other end of the counter and wait for my purchase. I take out my phone as I wait, looking through my notifications. A few emails and messages that need answering, I can do those while I eat. I pocket my phone when my meal is presented to me. I thank the server and look for a seat. The inside of the café is full and there doesn’t seem to be a vacant seat. I did see a few empty chairs on the way in, so I’ll get a seat out there.

Seated and starving, I munch in on my food. I take out my phone from my pocket as I swallow a bite of the croissant. I open my email and look at the inbox. A few notices, news, a bit of fan mail. Ohhh, Christian sent a digital copy of a draft of the script. I snicker at the note left on the subject. Yes, I have sent a hard copy. With some of your mail, I’ll drop it off later. I send a thank you and decide to read the draft later.

A scone, a croissant and half a cupper later, I’ve replied to a few emails and messages. The urge to read the draft is growing stronger and I finally concede. Thank God I have a lot of data as I still need to download the file. Once that’s done, I read the draft on the tiny screen of my phone.

Page 8. New scene. Seems like a good stopping point. Yes, let’s stop there. Okay. Yes, we’re stopping. We’re stopping from reading any further. Yes, we stop Now.

Brilliant. That was brilliant. The scene was utterly brilliant. It was gripping. The writing is so wonderfully done, I can practically feel the emotion the characters are expressing just from the writing alone. The details written is so exquisite and unique, the writers did a splendid job. That feels like an understatement. Superb? Better but not quite yet. Magnificent? Best thing I can up with at the moment.

I set my phone down and look at its surroundings. The last remaining scone in a small saucer and a half-finished cup of tea sit on the tray next to the phone, untouched since I opened Christian’s email. Food is once again forgotten. Ohh, the look on mum’s face if she sees what I’ve done. She’d be livid.

I shrug off the lingering thought of mum livid and the lecture that is sure to follow. My view moves to the busy street Infront of me. The pavements a bit crowded, filled with people having to go one place to another. Not a care in the world about the people around them.

There’s a hospital across the street, busy as ever. Ahhh, no wonder this little café is packed. It’s quite possibly filled with people wanting to get some food outside of the hospital cafeteria. There are people coming in and out. Some hurried, possibly rushing to get to a person inside the hospital. Some casually strolling in or out, adding to the foot traffic on the pavement.

There are people just passing by the hospital. Not giving the building full of sick people a second glance. A big lot of the crowd have their eyes glued to their phones or are in hurry to get to the place they need to be, it’s a bit easy to spot the ‘odd ones’ out. The ones taking their time and enjoying being where they are with the people they’re with or with what they’re doing. A couple passing by, hand in hand, looking at each other lovingly. A mother, holding her energetic son, possibly laughing at his antics as he makes silly faces. A group in their youths, just out of school, chuckling at jokes said. An elderly woman, carrying her bags of groceries, eager to get home to make supper. A man clutching a bouquet of flowers – a mix of roses, lilies and carnations- staring at the building in front of him, possibly hesitating to make the delivery to the person inside. He eventually goes in just as a gust of the wind blows through the city.

It’s nice. The warmth of the summer slowly leaving London and the early autumn breeze weaving its way through the buildings of the city.

I take a sip of the tea left in my cup while still looking at the street. I reach for a bite of the scone when I see someone crash into the elderly woman with the groceries, knocking a few things out of the bag and onto the street. I quickly set my cup down and rise from my seat to help the older woman. I reach the crosswalk and as I’m about to cross the street I halt and see a woman sprinting from inside the hospital, moving to help the older woman. My feet remain rooted to the pavement as I observe the scene playing across the street.

From what I can see from my side of the street, The younger woman, definitely younger, is beautiful. Odd thing to think but she is, every woman is. She has her nearly black, chestnut brown hair -although its lighter in the sunlight, perhaps a shade of golden bronze- in a loose braid, -But I can tell their curly- on her shoulder. Although I could only see half her profile, her sharp features stick out. She’s wearing a cream floral dress that ends just below her knees, with thin straps under a denim jacket, adding a burst of colour to her pale white skin. Her skin is a light shade of pale ivory leaning unto cream white, not sickly but bright and vibrant and with a hint of pink. She’s sporting white canvas sneakers, a good match for her outfit and highlights her pale thin legs. She’s tall, much taller than the older woman she’s trying to help. Jesus Christ Tom! What are you doing! Stop analyzing this poor woman! Stop being a creep. You are not sherlock for Christ sakes, leave that to Benedict. But she looks so lovely, like she came out of a story, a fairytale. Jesus Christ I’ve gone mental.

Pushing away the internal battle I’ve just had to the back of my mind, I see her -the younger woman- crouch down and pick up the fallen items. She’s tucked the back of her dress behind her knees, and as she stands up, the dress flows back down. She hands the items to the elderly woman with a soft smile and she looks past the older woman’s shoulder, to the direction of the bloke that knocked the older of the two women, brows furrowed, a pissed off expression painted on her face. She tried to look for the guy for a second, her search becoming unsuccessful, before turning back to the woman she’s helped -whom was arranging her bags- with a soft kind smile once again gracing her features. They chat for a bit before the younger of the two women gave the older a quick hug before parting ways.

The older of the two disappeared into the crowd but the younger stayed where she was. She was still eyeing the older through the crowd and checking if she would be fine and when she was satisfied, she let out a grin before looking out the crowded and busy street and turning back to the hospital.

It was brief but, for a split second I swear our eyes met. Just before she turns her heel towards the hospital, our eyes meet.

I snap back into reality and realize I’m still standing on one end of the crosswalk, staring at where the kind and stunning fairy tale woman stood. I walk back to my table to finish the bits left of the pastry and tea I bought.

I finish my tea and answer a few more messages I’ve received. This proving to be a much more difficult task as my mind is clouded with the kind woman, I decide to depart the teashop. I clean the table a bit, putting the cup and saucers on the tray and wiping the down the table. As I gather my belongings, the fairytale woman comes into view through my peripherals and head snaps towards her direction. She’s exiting the hospital again and it seems her departure seems a bit more permanent. She’s got a bag slung on her shoulder, books in hand and a man in scrubs to accompany her out. A wave of guilt and a bit of jealousy passes me at the thought of her being attached to someone and my thoughts of admiration may not be the most appropriate.

She’s also got a flower -a purple carnation, like the one the man with the bouquet had- tucked behind her ear, adding to the whole fairy tale effect. She’s already got a smile on her face but the bloke -who I’m assuming is a doctor- she’s with said something to make her laugh.

God she’s gorgeous. She’s beautiful with a smile let alone a laugh which makes her even more stunning. Jesus Christ Tom, what is going on with you.

Her laughter dies down and she says her goodbyes to the doctor with a hug. She turns from the doctor, towards the street, hails a taxi and leaves. The doctor eventually retreats back inside the hospital and I once again am staring at the pavement where a pretty woman stood.

I recover from my daze and finally get a grip on reality once again. I have got to stop staring. Christ.

I finish collecting my things and hail a taxi home for myself. I’ve got the read through for the new film tomorrow and party afterwards, so I need to get at least some rest. Once I’ve finally got a taxi, I get in, tell the cabbie my address. I’ve placed my head to lean on the window as my mind wanders.

Perhaps I’ll just order take away. What am I ordering anyway? The fairy tale woman is intriguing. What is she having for supper? She seems kind, caring and very beautiful. She looks like someone out of a book. Funny, one of the two books she was carrying was a children’s fairytale book. Funny. She also seems familiar. Jesus Christ, I’ve gone mental. Daydreaming about a woman I’ve never met nor will ever see again. A woman that may have a significant other. I mean the chances of seeing let alone meeting her again is very unlikely, so I have got to stop. But why does she seem familiar. Bullocks. I don’t even say bullocks. Jesus this woman is going to haunt me.

I’m driven away from my thoughts as I arrive home, the sudden halt of the taxi and the voice of the cabbie telling me were here, brings me back to the real world. How long was I deliberating what started out as supper? I pay the cabbie and exit the taxi. I walk up to the steps of my home and I can already hear the barking of my spaniel, eager for my arrival. I chuckle and quickly fish out my keys from my pocket and unlock the door. As soon as I step inside, I nearly topple over as Bobby jumps on me.

‘Alright, alright, hello to you to bobby’ I chuckle whilst petting the dog’s head. I stand from where I was crouching -the dog running back to the halls of the house- and drop my keys on the table planted next to the door. There’s mail on the table, mail that was not there when I left this morning.

I pick up the pile of papers, but the big manila envelope sticks out from the rest and catches my eye. I pick that up as well and head to the lounge, where I find bobby nibbling on a toy. I drop the bundle of papers on the coffee table, shrug off my coat and place it on the back of the sofa before plopping my self next to bobby.

My view covered by the arm draped over my head, I let out a breath. I’m clearly a bit more exhausted than I originally thought. I don’t see the dog’s attention move towards me and catches be my surprise when a wet, sandpapery tongue dampens the arm draped on my face. I remove said arm and the licking continues to my face. A chuckle once again escapes from me as I try to push away the beasts’ wet attack on my face. I wipe my face and rub the pups belly before sitting up properly to examine mail.

I pick up the big envelope first and notice a post-it stuck on.

I let myself in as you weren’t home yet. Can’t risk getting this in the wrong hands now can’t we

As promised a hard copy

They still had a few things to rewrite so you’ll get the full script at the read through. Got you this bit for now, should suffice

-C

I open the envelope to reveal the draft of the script I read earlier. It’s about maybe 20-25 pages thick, maybe more. Excitement and a plan bubbles over me as I skim through the pages before I set the thin book down and review the rest of the letters. A few bills, adds, fan mail and such and nothing special.

I stand from the couch and head to the kitchen while digging out my phone from my pocket. I replenish bobby’s water and give him his dinner before looking for the take away menus. Hidden where its always been, I dial the restaurants number while looking at the menu, picking out my meal. A thought comes back to me and I remember the fairy tale woman. How I pondered what would her meal this fine evening is. Why she looks familiar. Why she intrigues me.

I get taken from my daydreams once again when a voice coming from my device call me. I order my meal and pour myself a glass of Jameson as I wait and drown out my thoughts. I plan on waiting for my takeaway and eating said take away with a drink while reading the rest of the draft. This woman is weirdly consuming my thoughts and here’s to hoping that drink will help.

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