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Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I'm just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this... My own glorious purpose.
Lokius + Season One (insp)
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empty baskets
'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!
Placement: dating era; a few weeks after 'the warmest bed i've ever known'
Summary: Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning/s: steamy moments at the end; insecure Reader; mentions of previous cheating from exes; mentions of former toxic relationships [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: cinnamon roll bf Tomathy hours
The sound of the front door to his house closing alerted Tom of your return, a smile stretching across his face when you called out his name.
"In the laundry room, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a minute," he answered.
"Remember to separate your lights and darks." He could practically hear the amused smile on your face as you said the words.
His heart swelled at the comfortable humorous tone that you'd taken, at the familiarity that had woven its way into your exchanges, no matter how minuscule they might have been to anyone who would have been listening. After the scare of nearly losing you just under a month ago, he knew better than to take any moment with you for granted.
Tom dropped a final black running shirt into the load and was just about to start it, when he finally noticed what had felt off about this particular chore. What he had been feeling off about the past few weeks.
None of the clothes in the wash were yours. Not a single garment.
I must have missed them, he thought to himself, going through the other basket, brows furrowing together when he found it was just as empty as the one in his hand.
You'd been staying with him for the last two weeks, and he knew that you changed clothes. That was, at least during the times when the two of you were clothed in the house.
And yet despite that, he couldn't find a single item of your clothing in this room. Which led him to believe that you were keeping them in a laundry bag. Probably where you stashed your suitcase, in the entry way coat closet.
Only thing was that your laundry bag was nowhere to be found, and your suitcase was suspiciously heavier than it was yesterday morning. "Y/N?" he called out to you, unable to help the smile on his face when you peeked your head out from the study.
"What's up?"
"Anything you need to put in the wash, sweetheart?"
The confusion worsened when you shook your head. "Nope, I'm all good." And then you gave him a smile that was so strained it filled him with a sense of dread. The same kind of dread that he felt when he came home not two weeks ago to find you curled up in a chair, mumbling words that threatened to turn his world asunder had he not stopped you.
What were you hiding?
He made his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, heart thundering in his chest when he saw the avoidant look in your eyes. Like you were desperately trying to scour your mind for a way out.
Just like you were that night he showed up at your doorstep. When you blurted out how you felt about him and promptly tried to take it back, denying you said anything at all. "You don't need to hide anything from me, goddess," he said carefully, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you to know that."
"My dirty clothes are in the Four Seasons, I have a room booked there to keep my things," you blurted out, the words rushing out of you with a sheepish look on your face. "That's where I went this morning, to grab a new set of clothes and…anything else I might need."
Tom took in a deep breath, unaware that he'd been holding it while awaiting your answer. A weight was somewhat lifted from his chest, though there was still the lingering fear that somehow part of this secret was in the form of another person.
It had happened before, with previous relationships. And while he felt that fear significantly less when you were around, it still lingered…and festered into something that had the potential to be crippling if it ever turned out to be true.
Even if it was fairly early on in the relationship, he knew in the depths of his soul that this would be his last. You would be the one he spent the rest of his life loving, the one he would build his future with. And whether that future entailed marriage and children, it no longer mattered to him.
What mattered, all that mattered, was that future would have you.
"Why?" he asked, silently pleading that the answer wouldn't involve his worst fears. He couldn't take that. Not from you.
"It's for…just in case," you said, barely audible. Your eyes began to mist over as you started trembling in his hold. "For if…and when…you get tired of having me around. Then I wouldn't have to scramble for a place to stay. Because it's already there prepped and waiting for me."
Your words completely stole the air from his lungs, quite possibly even stopped his heart. Tired of you? You did this because you were bracing yourself for the day he would tire of you?
"It happened before," you spoke again, choking the words out as you visibly fought against what he had no doubt were haunting memories from relationships past. "Long before, but still…it sucked. Not having anywhere to stay for a few hours, calling friends who suddenly pretended I was nobody to them because they took my ex's side. Calling hotels that were fully booked. I just wanted to be sure."
Suddenly your actions around his home filled him with a heartbreaking clarity. It wasn't just your clothes.
Not a single item on the bathroom counter was yours. You even kept your toothbrush in a little bag.
The meticulous way you'd place back every item in his study and pack away all your work in your tote before putting it in the entry way closet with your suitcase. He simply thought you were being tidy.
But it wasn't that simple.
Other than your very presence in his arms now, there wasn't a single trace of you to be found in this house. Everything you had here wasn't just easy to pack up in five minutes to have you out the door.
You wouldn't even need five seconds.
He couldn't think of what else to do at that moment other than pull you into a desperate kiss, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding you tight against him with his free arm. The tension that held on to his heart with a vice grip lessened somewhat when he felt your lips moving with his, your own hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to bring him in even closer.
How could you not know that this was precisely where he wanted you? Always?
"I could never tire of you, goddess," he sighed against your lips when he broke the kiss. "I love you."
"I love you, too," you answered him with the faintest sniffle. "I need you to know that none of this is on you. You did nothing to make me feel this was what I should do, this is just…leftover self preservation. I don't know how to be any other way."
Tom took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Perhaps we can find a new way together," he proposed, placing one last kiss on your ring finger. The one he wished to place a ring upon one day.
It didn't matter when.
He motioned towards the bedroom, threading his fingers between yours to lead the way. "Come with me. I want to show you something."
There was a slight guilt that pinched away at his heart, realizing that you never even so much as peeked into the closet or the dressers. Because if you had, you would have seen it sooner.
You would have seen that he'd set aside half the dresser storage, and half the closet.
He was so overtaken with the joy of finally having you with him, he failed to see the signs that you hadn't been moving as if you lived with him. You moved like a scrupulously careful guest in his home, making sure everything was exactly as it was before you arrived.
Always ready to leave at a drop of a hat.
When the light turned on in the walk-in closet, Tom could hear the air leave your lungs the moment you that half of the racks were empty. He held your hand as he opened the drawers on the empty side, showing you that they, too, had nothing inside.
"You're not a guest in my home, Y/N. I--I know that it might be too early for us, but I want more than anything for you to see this as our home. I can understand if you're not quite ready yet, but I want you to know that there's space here for you. I don't want you to have to throw away money for a hotel room that isn't even slept in."
"Money isn't an issue," you mumbled, your eyes still fixed on the space he'd freed up for you. When you eventually tore your gaze away, he could see the tears that were welling up. "It's just…I've taken care of myself for so long. It's all I know. No one I was with ever cared--"
"I care, sweetheart." He pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair when he felt you return his embrace. "And I understand you wish to take care of yourself, but perhaps I could care for you, too?"
Your only response was to nuzzle your face against his chest, before nodding against him. "Maybe we can take care of each other."
He kissed the top of your head, leading you out the closet and reaching for his phone, already placing a call to his assistant. "I'll send for someone to retrieve your belongings from the Four Seasons and settle the bill. You don't have to unpack everything if you're not ready, but at least they'll all be here. And I know you mentioned that money isn't an issue for you, but it doesn't sit right with me knowing you're spending so much on an unused room."
A soft smile finally graced your features, and you visibly looked more relaxed as you agreed to his proposal. "Fine. But next time we stay at a hotel I'm paying."
"It's a date," he said, bringing your joint hands up to kiss the back of your hand.
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat on the floor of the closet, your carry-on splayed open beside you as you carefully placed your clothes in the open drawers that Tom freed up for you. Our home, his words replayed in your mind. The mere thought threatened to overwhelm you.
He really is trying to ruin me for everyone else but him, you thought to yourself, your mind wandering back to that note you buried deep in the vaults of your phone. You were seldom one to let your guard down anywhere other than your home, where every security measure had triple the redundancies just to make sure that vulnerabilities were minimized, if not eradicated completely.
In your line of work, the one starkly outside the path that brought you to the man you love, it wasn't just a "nice to have" to have multiple measures of security. The alternative was to be in a constant state of alertness. To always be ready to fight your way out.
You never knew there could be another way. A way where there were no backups, or backups for your backups. A way that no longer involved having a place ready for you in case you got kicked to the curb because your boyfriend decided to finally take up the offer of the office succubus.
Before you knew it, the carry-on was empty, other than your run of the mill weapons of choice for self-defense. But you decided against placing that anywhere within reach, instead zipping the compartment closed before closing and locking the luggage.
There was no need for it here.
The door to the closet opened, the sight of your boyfriend walking in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants making you smile and bite your lip. "Well hey there," you greeted him, placing your hand in his and letting out a little giggle when he helped you to your feet before pulling you into a kiss.
"Just need a few more pieces to put in the wash, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Four, to be exact."
He worked his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head, proceeding to work his way under the waistband of your joggers.
"Three…" You held on to his shoulders to keep upright, a teasing smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties. "Two…" In one smooth motion, he tugged them downwards, both garments falling to your feet, your boyfriend letting out a sinful guttural sound when you were bared to him.
Then your feet left the ground, him lifting you by the backs of your thighs and coaxing you to wrap your legs around him as he brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, lustful darkened blue eyes raking over your body before he reached for the waistband of his own sweats.
"One…"
A/N: Where can I order one of these cinnamon roll Tomathy-shaped boyfriends? Asking for myself--
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In Too Deep. [Tom Hiddleston x Reader]
PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston x Reader GENRE: Smut !! WARNINGS: Age gap, teacher x student relationship, smut, daddy kink, praise, piv sex, choking, degradation if you squint, aftercare, fem!reader, written with a chubbier reader in mind but it's not obvious, also the beginning is rushed SUMMARY: After developing an intense relationship with your English professor Mr. Hiddleston, you both are in too deep to let it go to waste.
A/N: im not gonna lie i had no clue how to actually begin this fic because it's literally just an excuse for me to indulge in my delusions so sorry that the first couple paragraphs are weird and rushed </3 also the school email domain is fake idk if it's real don't pay attention to it LMAO
Your obsession with your English professor was no secret to your friends. Elio, your long term best friend and dormmate, has had to interrupt you from your delusions on more than one occasion which was already one too many -- whether that be purposefully failing a paper to see him after class, wearing a skirt far too short and dropping a pencil in a calculated manner in front of him, or staring at him a little too intently during lectures -- it was becoming a problem.
In the professor's multiple classes of forty-some-odd students, there really were only a few that were delusional enough to believe they could sleep with their teacher. The difference between you and them was that you were patient with your actions and the effects it had on him.
Ultimately your patience paid off, as one Friday you received an ominous email with the heading titled 'Make-up Work' from a particular '[email protected].' In the details, he simply requested your presence at a disclosed location only ten minutes from campus on Sunday. It was not an office nor a dorm, but a house.
It wasn't long before his intentions were made clear when you arrived; his eyes dark with lust and a half buttoned shirt upon opening the door.
"(Y/N)," He welcomed, cocking his head and shutting the door behind you. "Lovely to see you."
"Pleasure's mine," You reply, never breaking eye contact. You slide your coat off and he takes it in his hands, hanging it up for you. You knew where the night was going to end -- inviting a student to talk not just outside of office hours, but in the professor's home, is not something usual.
"I thought we could discuss an appropriate way to help get your grade back up in my class," He begins. His eyes look down for a moment, observing your obviously risqué attire. "Do you have an idea as to what way that might be?"
He was going to make you say it. There was no way around it. Still, you decided to entertain his antics until it was made painfully and obviously clear he was trying to get you to say what you know he wants you to say.
"I think," You start, voice beginning to shake. The confidence you had starting this endeavor was suddenly challenged. "I think one-on-one time is certainly needed." You press your lips together in a line.
He hums, taking an agonizing step closer. He looks down into your eyes, furrowing his brows and letting out a soft laugh. "I'm not dumb, (Y/N)," he retorts. "I know you're a smart girl. You're excellent, actually -- some of the best writing from all of my classes combined." The professor stops, taking a step back to his original position. "So why are you really here?"
A moment of silence.
"You know why," You sheepishly croak out.
"Flatter me by saying it, then." He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for you to speak.
"I want you to fuck me."
With the words already said, there was no going back. Your chest sunk, a feeling of embarrassment creeping up and beginning to eat away at your skin. All of those feelings were put to rest the second your professor spoke: "Was that so hard to ask, love?"
Professor Hiddleston turned on his heel, two fingers signaling you to follow him like a lost puppy. He led you down a long hallway in painful silence, finally twisting the knob to a door that revealed his bedroom. It was sleek and clean, covered in shades of black and gray with no mess dared to be left out.
He shut the door behind you and immediately began unbuttoning his shirt, holding your gaze with his light eyes. "Quickly," He commented. "I don't like waiting."
Your face flushed, embarrassed at his demand. You looked away and lifted the hem of your shirt-
"You will look at me," He orders, finishing the last button. "With how bold you are in my classroom I would've thought you'd take more control," He pokes, smirking. "Who would've thought you're just a shy little girl desperate for attention from her professor?"
Your thighs squeezed together, you're sure it doesn't go unnoticed as he grins the moment it occurs. You lift your top off as he watches, simultaneously beginning to unbuckle his belt. The sound makes you shiver.
"Good girl," He praises. You shiver in response.
As he tosses his belt to the side, you begin sliding your skirt off, letting it fall to the ground and pool at your feet. Your professor mimics with his slacks, walking closer and caressing your cheek. "Bed."
You obey, laying down on his duvet as he crawls up your body, sending shivers down your spine. "Professor-"
"Tom," He corrects. "No need for formalities at this point, yes?"
You blush before continuing. "Tom, are you sure?"
"I've been sure since the first time you tried to tease me in class," He replies. "I don't think you understand that I think about you every fucking night in my bed, about the things I would do if I were just able to have you."
You smile, your confidence returning almost instantly. "You have me, sir."
Tom grunts in the back of his throat, his body towering over you as he tears your underwear off, the cracking of the seams startling you. Immediately his hands find your sex, running his hands over it and around your thighs. His hands diligently run under your back, you arch, giving him easier access to remove your bra.
"God, you're stunning," He whispers before connecting his lips to yours. He pulls on your face, his teeth making contact with your lips and bruising their pink color in moments. As he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your mouths and you squirm beneath him.
Tom sits up and begins removing his boxers. The tent in them is noticeable -- and horrifying. You can tell he's big even without seeing it.
Not like you've thought about it before, though.
Now completely undressed, he puts his hands under your waist and drags you forward with a grunt. His hands dig at the fat of your hips and travel along your plush thighs, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers dance on your skin.
"Does my little girl need her professor's cock?" Tom provokes, sliding his shaft between your folds -- up and down, up and down, up and down.
You whine, nodding eagerly in hopes to get him to just put it in already, but your meek noise wasn't good enough for him. "Use your big girl words, darling." He puts his thumb and pointer finger against your chin, urging you to look at him him; eyes burning through your skull.
"Daddy," You spit out too quick, back arching. "Please, need you inside of me so bad!" The sheer volume of your pleas and the new title takes Tom aback, yet his cock ached with every sultry word you spoke.
"Good girl," He praises, grinning at you beneath him. You watch as he inserts himself, pressing just the head into your heat. You let out a guttural moan, eyebrows furrowing in a lovely mix of pain and pleasure. He begins slowly easing himself into you further, inch by agonizing inch, until he completely bottoms out; releasing a groan as his head lolls back. "God, you feel so good princess," He praises, "Taking me so so well, yeah?"
His words struck a chord within you, forcing a smile on your face. You whimper, brain not being able to form a complete thought at how deep he was inside you and how just damn good it felt. He was much bigger than anyone you'd taken before by a longshot. Your walls clenched around him and he laughed, cock twitching inside of you. He slowly slides back, leaving just the head in, and then pushes forward quickly, earning a loud, needy, moan from your lips. "Look at you, so drunk on me, hm?" He says, pulling back and then ramming himself deep into you, bruising your cervix. "Tell me what you want, doll. What is it you need from daddy?" He teases, never averting his eyes from your gaze.
"Please," You whine, "Need you to to move, need daddy to make me come!" And without hesitation, he picks up the pace, rapidly fucking you while his hands grip the headboard. You can hear it hitting the wall, and suddenly you're glad he has a house instead of an apartment. The noises you're making are obscene, something any practiced Catholic would need to cross themselves after hearing. "Feels so good daddy!" You spit, earning a groan from him.
Tom turned almost animalistic during sex; his grunts sounding more and more like growls as he fucks you brainless. "Fuck!" He moans, taking a hand off of the wood above you. He quickly puts his free hand on your throat, squeezing and forcing your eyes to meet his once again. "Like being choked by daddy, yeah? Like daddy to make you feel powerless, hm?" He smirks, observing the visual pleasure and shock on your face.
You're so close, you can feel yourself on the verge of your orgasm, and his dirty talk was pushing you even closer. The hand on your throat squeezed, and you clenched down on him, causing Tom to curse under his breath. "Want your cum daddy," You squeak out, "Pleasepleaseplease!" You mumble in strands of pleasure.
"Feel so good," He praises. "Come for me, be a good girl and come for daddy, yeah?" He was fucking you hard, and fast, and he still managed to pick up the pace. His skin slapped against your skin, filling the room with hard smacks and grunts and moans; endless strings of 'daddy' and 'good girl' running from both of your lips.
"Want you inside me daddy," You choke out. Your head lolls to the side and bounces against the pillow, a lazy smile forming on your face. "P-please!" You whine.
That pushed Tom over the edge. He was too far lost in himself, leaning down and growling into your ear. "Ask and you shall receive," he teases.
As if on cue, you both come together, the wave of pleasure rushing over you both. You could feel his warmth filling you up, leaking down your heat and spilling onto his bed. "Fuck, Y/n!" He grunts, "Took me so so well little girl."
You couldn't think, let alone speak. Tom stayed inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, not wanting the feeling of your sweet sex to leave him. He took his hand off of your throat and stroked the site, soothing the redness with a sultry kiss. You hummed in response, letting your body fall limp. After a few moments, he pulled out.
About three things Tom was absolutely certain: One, he should’ve never become romantically entangled with one of his students. Two, engaging in this behavior put his entire career in jeopardy due to it being wildly illegal. Three, he was, without a doubt in his mind, unconditionally in love with everything about you.
As you laid on his chest, foreheads drenched in sweat and bodies stuck together, you felt more at home than you'd like to admit. One hand messaged your back, drawing figure-eights on your skin, and the other pet your hair, occasionally drawing his lips close to kiss the top of your head. You burrowed your head into him, clinging onto his body. He grinned.
"I should've never let it go this far," Tom said, his voice raspy and deep with post-sex clarity, "but I'm afraid I'm in too deep to give it up now." He let out a low laugh, your head bouncing with his chest.
You smiled. "I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to return to normal after this," You commented, "and, well, not to be dramatic but having sex with your professor twice your age does things to you." Tom chuckled, looking down at you and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.
"This is all so wrong," He mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and pressing his lips together, "And yet I wouldn't have it any other way." He pressed a kiss to your lips, the kind of kiss that left a permanent stain of love and lust on your mouth. It was deep, meaningful, and romantic. Tom stared at you, taking in your features and basking in each and every one. "You are breathtaking, darling."
You hid your face in his neck, attempting to suppress the toothy grin you'd almost shown him, however he pulls your head up with his pointer finger and thumb, admiring your rosy cheeks. "Poor baby, so sensitive to my compliments," He jests, letting out a low hum.
You roll your eyes at him. "It's not my fault that daddy somehow knows all of the words that light a fire in me," You emphasize on the word 'daddy,' which forces what sounded like a groan from the back of his throat. "I don't want to go," You admit, falling back into his embrace.
"I know love," He says calmly, stroking your hair and pulling you into him tight. "We can stay like this as long as you'd like, but eventually I'll have to bring you back."
You hum into just chest. "Just a little bit longer," you say to Tom. "I'm still recovering."
⟡
When you arrived back at your dorm, much later than you anticipated, Elio looked at you with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. "Back so soon?"
"Shut up," You laughed, dropping your bag to the ground and kicking off your shoes. You wobbled into the dorm, legs still sore and threatening your balance. Clearly Elio had noticed this, as the first thing he said after greeting you was "Well aren't your movements suspicious," and your cheeks flushed red. "I do not need to explain my late night endeavors and my later night actions," You began, "But,"
"But..?" Elio lead, leaning forward in his seat.
"But." You ended, pressing your lips together with a hidden grin and nodding your head.
"No!" He gasped, smiling widely and clasping his hands, putting his chin on the top of his fingers. "Please tell me everything! Not that I need to know the gory details of your sex life but, like, was he..?" Elio put his hands in front of him, fingers forward, and spread his arms apart.
"Shut up!" You giggled, swatting his hands. "But yes. Yes he was. Very."
"I knew it." He said, shaking his head. "I knew he was packing."
"Not to ruin our gossip but I need to lay down with a heating pad or something because standing is hurting my body," You laughed. "I think that man busted my cervix."
"Okay, TMI," He said, rolling his eyes. "But honestly go get some rest, lord knows you need it for seeing him tomorrow."
You were confused at first, then realized that tomorrow you had Tom for English, and you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to face him when the night before he had you moaning 'daddy' and railed you into oblivion. But that was an issue you could deal with tomorrow. Probably. Hopefully.
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Distractions- Chapter 16
Distractions Masterlist
Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston
Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits
You spent the majority of your twenty hour trip back to London trying to convince yourself that nothing had changed between you and Tom. He was still your best friend, and the sex was still casual. The only reason the night before felt different was because you were on a holiday-high and maybe a little too immersed in the aloha vibes of Hawaii.
Part of you felt bad for Tom. He seemed so disappointed, almost hurt, when you left so suddenly, but then you thought of that text from Evelyn, and it reminded you that you weren’t the only one he was sleeping with. He’ll get over it, you thought.
As much as you would miss Hawaii, and Tom, you were glad to be back in London and that you had a couple of weeks to get some space from him. You needed that time to shake this unnecessary jealousy.
When you arrived home, you were so exhausted that you went right to bed, but you woke up in the middle of the night to see you had two messages from Tom.
Going back to work was hard, to say the least. It wasn’t just adjusting from being on holiday either. There were several issues just waiting for you to resolve, because apparently you were the only one with the competence to handle them. You also learned that your substitute had made a continuity error; one that was subtle enough that no one else on set seemed to notice, or care, but it wasn’t up to your standards, and you were worried it might mar your reputation in the SFX community. Unfortunately, it was too late to rectify the issue, so you just had to live with it.
The upside of your department being a total shit show was that it kept you busy. You didn’t have much time to dwell on what happened in Hawaii. You and Tom didn’t talk much over the next couple of weeks either, which you told yourself was a good thing. That being said, he was still your best friend and you missed him. So on your last day of filming, you were pleasantly surprised to get a text from him.
The next two hours felt excruciatingly long. You were both excited and nervous to see Tom again, and it was all you could think about until the director finally announced that shooting had wrapped. You jumped up from your chair and rushed back to your trailer to gather your things and left, saying hasty goodbyes on your way out. Then you went straight to Tom���s.
When you entered the house, Bobby came bounding up to greet you, barking and wagging his tail. “Bobbers!” you squealed as you knelt down to greet him. He immediately began licking your face as you scratched behind his ears. “Aw, I’ve missed you, buddy!”
“He missed you too,” came Tom’s voice as he appeared from the lounge in a t-shirt and jeans. He smiled and held out his arms as he approached you.
“How are you, Tommy?” you asked as you stood up and he wrapped you in a warm hug.
“Glad to be home,” he replied, pressing his cheek to your head. “How are you?”
You sighed. “Glad to finally be done with this project.”
He pulled away to look at you. “How do you feel about wine, pizza, and a film?”
“You know me too well, Hiddleston,” you told him, smiling.
While Tom went to fetch the wine, you made yourself comfortable on the sofa with your feet tucked to the side. You got to ordering the pizza and Bobby wasted no time jumping up into your lap and settling in.
“Have you finally warmed up to pineapple on pizza now that you’ve spent so much time in Hawaii?” you called from the lounge.
Tom’s laugh echoed from the kitchen before he appeared with two glasses of wine in hand. “Try as you might, darling, you will never get me to like pineapple on pizza.”
You put your hands up in defense. “Just thought I’d check.”
After handing you your glass, he sat down next to you, giving Bobby a little pet on the head before resting his hand on your ankle. “So what are we getting?”
“Our usual,” you replied. “A large supreme pizza– half with no olives– and an order of garlic bread.”
“Excellent. And what are we watching?”
“Must I make all the decisions?”
“Alright then, we’re watching Heat.” He picked up the remote and turned on the television.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll pick something,” you said, rolling your eyes and snatching the remote from him.
After the pizza arrived and you finished eating, Tom moved to sit behind you with his legs on either side of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. Your eyes fell closed and you hummed with delight.
“I missed you, Sweets,” he mumbled against your skin.
“You did, did you?” you teased, reaching back and scratching his scalp.
“Mmhm.” While his lips explored your neck and shoulder, one of his hands slipped under the waistband of your leggings and into your panties.
You let out a pleasured sigh when you felt a finger glide through your slick folds. “I think you can tell I missed you too.”
“It seems that way, yeah,” he replied, snickering in your ear.
He leaned back on the sofa, one arm still wrapped around your waist, pulling you back with him. You draped your legs over his and he spread them as wide as he could, giving his fingers easy access to glide deep inside of you and curl to message your g-spot. You groaned at the welcomed intrusion, your head falling back against his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed your temple while his free hand slid down to join the other between your thighs, instantly finding your clit and rubbing light, slow circles around it.
“Fuck yes,” you moaned, unable to stop from bucking into his hands. For the last two and a half weeks you’d had to do this yourself, with Tom being nothing more than an image in your head.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he cooed softly. “I’ll take care of you.”
You let your body melt into him as his long, dexterous fingers played your pussy like a piano, and it was a song he knew by heart. You panted heavily as he brought you closer and closer to your release, and then stopped before you could get there. You whimpered and whined and squirmed.
“What have I just said, darling?” he warned.
Obediently, you relaxed once again, letting him continue. Once again he expertly stroked your throbbing cunt from the inside and out until you were about to cum, and then left you hanging. By now you were no stranger to his little game of edging, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still turn you into a desperate fucking mess every time. You felt your arousal begin to drip down your ass, and you knew your knickers and leggings were effectively ruined. You could also feel his hard cock against your lower back, no doubt staining his jeans with precum as well.
“Fuck, Tommy, please,” you begged. “Please let me cum!”
His devious chuckle vibrated against your spine. “Oh, is that what you want? You should have said something!”
The exasperated groan that left your throat quickly turned to one of ecstasy as he began bringing you back to your peak, this time to fruition. You grabbed his arms for leverage, digging your nails in as you rode out your climax. You heard him hiss in pain, but you knew it only turned him on more.
When you were finished, Tom gently slid his fingers out of your dripping channel and brought them to your lips. You took them in your mouth and sucked them clean, moaning as you did so, causing his dick to twitch with excitement.
“Will you be a good girl and remove your clothes for me, darling?” he said sweetly in your ear.
Without saying a word, you stood up in front of him and stripped, being sure to bend all the way down when you took off your leggings and underwear so he would get an impeccable view of your ass and pussy. Meanwhile, you heard the shuffle of fabric behind you as he removed his shirt and slid his jeans and boxers down. As soon as you were completely naked, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back, guiding you onto his now freed erection. You gasped as you sunk down, feeling that familiar stretch you loved so much. Your slick cunt swallowing his cock ushered a filthy moan from him, and once you were settled on his lap, he pulled you back against his chest again, but slightly harder this time. You spread your legs and draped them over each of his just as you’d done before, but this time he put his feet up on the coffee table for leverage, causing his length to go deeper inside of you. At first, his hips didn’t move an inch while his hands began playing with your tits and he kissed and sucked on your neck. You clenched around him, causing him to grunt, but he still didn’t move.
“I know you’re just as desperate to fuck me as I am.” Another clench. Another grunt. “So why don’t you just do it already?”
“Because I live to tease you, darling,” Tom whispered in your ear before nipping at the lobe.
“Clearly,” you huffed in frustration, even though it never failed to turn you on when he said things like that. You reached down and began rubbing your clit while simultaneously clenching tightly once again, and that’s when he finally lost his resolve. With a growl, he began thrusting up into you, and the angle was heavenly. So much so, in fact, that you came almost instantly, filling the room with your cries of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” Tom groaned at the feeling of you cumming around his cock. He began thrusting harder, giving you no time to recover. You removed your fingers from your clit so you could brace yourself, holding onto his arms which at this point were wrapped tightly around your waist.
His breath fanned the shell of your ear with every pant and grunt that left his lips. “I’m gonna cum,” he said in a strained voice after several minutes of relentless fucking up into you. “Can you come for me one last time, sweetheart?” His fingers found your clit once more, and it only took a few last strokes to send you over the edge for a third time. You moaned so loud you almost didn’t hear him groan your name as his cock pulsed inside you, filling the condom to its limit.
Tom held you there for a moment while the two of you caught your breath, occasionally placing light kisses to your neck and shoulder.
“That was divine,” he said softly, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly behind your ear.
“Mmmm,” you hummed in agreement.
“Shall I get us some more wine?” he asked, releasing your waist.
“I wouldn’t say no.” You climbed off of him and sat back down on the couch.
After pulling his jeans up and tucking himself back into them, he picked his shirt up off the floor and handed it to you. Then he quickly kissed you on the forehead and left to refill your glasses.
You chuckled as you looked at his shirt, and then a thought occurred to you that made your stomach suddenly churn. Had Evelyn worn any of his shirts? Had she worn this one? You rolled your eyes and quietly groaned, wishing your brain would just shut up. Maybe you’d just put your own clothes back on this time.
You got dressed— damp panties and all— and settled back down on the sofa. When Tom returned to the lounge, he looked surprised when he handed you your glass of wine.
“Going somewhere?” he asked.
“What?”
He chuckled. “I’m just surprised you’re not wearing my shirt.” He sat down next to you, laying your legs over his lap and resting his free hand on your thigh.
You shrugged. “Kicked the habit, I guess.”
“I hope that’s not true. You know I love it when you wear my clothes.” He winked at you, but you detected a hint of concern in his features.
“Maybe next time, stud.” You took a sip of wine, hoping that was the end of the conversation. Luckily, he didn’t press any further, and the two of you turned your attention back to the film you had forgotten about.
It was difficult to concentrate on the movie, however. It felt like there was something unspoken between you and Tom, and occasionally, you could have sworn you saw him looking at you from the corner of your eye. You wished you knew what he was thinking. Then again, maybe not.
…
When the credits rolled across the screen, you stretched and set your glass down on the coffee table. “I better get going, Tommy. Thank you for inviting me over.”
Tom looked taken aback. “You don’t want to sleep over?”
“I just think after the long day and the jet lag, you should be able to have your bed to yourself. Get the best rest possible.”
“Can I decide for myself what will give me the best rest possible?” he asked with a chuckle, pulling you fully into his lap. “I haven’t had the pleasure of having you in my bed in over two weeks.”
“How do you still have the energy for more sex?”
“I didn’t say anything about sex,” he said, a bit confused.
“Then why so insistent on me sleeping over?”
Tom’s face fell, his gaze shifting to the floor. “Nevermind. If you want to go, that’s fine.” He tried to sound light about it, but there was no mistaking the hurt in his voice.
“Hey.” You cupped his face in your hand and tipped his head back up to look at you. “I’m sorry. I want to stay, I just…” He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish. You sighed as you thought of the right words to say. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m trying to be your girlfriend or anything. Hawaii was amazing, but we spent so much time together that I feel like things got a little…muddled… and I don’t want you to think I’ve turned into some boring domesticated cat or something.” You laughed as you said the last bit, hoping he didn’t detect the hint of nervousness in your voice. He gave a half hearted chuckle along with you before you continued. “You’re my best friend, first and foremost, and I’d hate to ruin that by overstepping.”
A small sort of half smile appeared on his face as he looked down for a moment, then captured your gaze once again as he lightly rubbed his thumb back and forth across your hip. “Don’t worry about that, Sweets. We’re on the same page, I promise.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before sliding his fingers down your jaw to gently grasp your chin. “You think too much, you know that?” The corner of your mouth curled into a smile as he pulled your face towards his and kissed your forehead. “Now, will you please sleep here so we can platonically cuddle all night?”
You laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, how could I say no?” After a beat of laughter between the two of you, you added, “We’re still gonna make out a little though, right?”
“Oh absolutely,” he affirmed playfully.
You climbed off of him and stood up, holding out your hand. “Well, come on then!”
With a grin, Tom took your hand and the two of you went to bed.
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Not a Sylki shipper, but do you genuinely believe they won't be endgame? Like I get it, it seems like Sylvie is not in love with him and they're kinda pushing Lokius (might be just mocking us), but don't you think they could do a 180 in the last episode? It would make no sense, but the writer is a cishet man, who ships Sylki. Marvel is not good at writing romance. I feel sad, because I'm seeing all these people say that Sylki is over, celebrating and I feel like they'll be crushed on Thursday. They could absolutely do a 180, rush the romance with "she was always in love, she was just pushing him away" and make them endgame. Again, it would be bad writing and it'd make zero sense, but the majority of the people don't care about the romance, including my irls, they only want to see the multiverse stuff. So they won't care. And I feel like Disney/Marvel don't care either.
Yes, I totally believe that Sylkie is over and that nothing will happen between them again.
What makes me say that? It's simple. All Sylvie wants is a simple life on the timeline, they've made that clear several times. She only ever follows Loki once that life and her timeline are in danger. And I can't blame her for that. She has no interest in Loki and his friends and what's even more important: she has even less than zero interest in the TVA. She's selfish, she admitted that herself.
The TVA is what's important here. The TVA has become Loki's home, it's the place where he found his family. He (and Mobius) is the heart of the TVA. And he won't part with it, and Sylvie would never willingly stay there for longer than necessary.
She has made it clear by telling Loki to write his own story that their stories are separate ones.
This season so far has been incredibly well written, and I don't believe they're gonna do a big 180 in the finale. I could totally be wrong, but I don't think it's likely.
I believe that Sylvie will be the one to restore everyone's memories in the last episode as her final heroic act and then once the timelines are restored, she will go back to her simple life.
And when it comes to Eric Martin: just ignore him. He's a troll, and I don't believe a single thing he says about any ships. He constantly likes Sylkie tweets and then suddenly switches to liking Lokius tweets. It's best to just watch the show and ignore what any of the creators have to say (besides Tom Hiddleston, I adore his commentary) about it, just draw your own conclusions! And so far, we have gotten 5 episodes that made it clear that there's nothing even close to romantic going on between Sylvie and Loki anymore.
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Stranger Danger, One Shot
Thank you for the prompt: OFC is out late one night in the pouring rain, she accidentally bumps into Tom who offers her a lift home, however instead of Tom taking her back to her house, he kidnaps her and takes her back to his house, Tom is a dominant daddy and been looking for a new little for a while
WARNINGS: RAPE/NON-CON, KIDNAPPING, FORCED DADDY KINK
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Liz was rushing home after being on a date, that didn’t go as well as she had hoped it would. Now it was bucketing down with rain and she was soaked through, not having an umbrella or even a jacket with her since it was nice when she headed out.
She was so engrossed in trying to get back as quickly as possible, she never noticed the tall man coming out of the pub on front of her heading to his car, that she knocked into him by accident.
‘I’m so sorry!’ She gasped out, looking up at the tall man through the rain.
‘Entirely my fault, darling.’ He said charmingly with a smile.
Liz titled her head for a moment when she locked eyes with him, surely this wasn’t…
‘I… I better go.’ She then went to continue moving, she really wasn’t rating getting drenched with the rain.
As she began moving, the man gripped her elbow to stop her.
‘Please, my car is just here. Can I give you a ride somewhere? You’re soaked through, you might catch a cold.’ He offered as he motioned to said car that was just by them.
‘Oh… Uh…’ She paused a moment, knowing she really shouldn’t go with a stranger. Though she had a feeling she knew who this guy was, she was just struggling to believe it was really him.
‘My name’s Tom. Tom Hiddleston. I know, stranger danger. At least let me find you an umbrella if you don’t want a ride.’ He offered kindly.
‘I… I thought I recognised you!’ Liz laughed a little.
Tom smiled widely and motioned to his car again. ‘I have heated seats, can get you partly dried before you even get home.’
Liz looked at the car then back at Tom and nodded. ‘Ok. Thank you!’
Tom quickly ushered her over to the car and unlocked it, he opened the passenger door and helped her in.
Liz took a moment to let it sink in that she was currently sat in Tom Hiddleston’s car, while he shut the door for her and walked around to the other side. Out of everyone she could have bumped into. Though she couldn’t deny, she was glad she was out of that damn rain, it was pelting hard against the windshield.
‘Crazy weather, huh? I was sunbathing earlier today, wouldn’t figure it the same day.’ Tom chuckled as he started up the car, setting the wipers to full speed.
‘Yeah, it’s a bit nuts. It was lovely when I headed out earlier, stupidly didn’t think to check the weather to see if I’d need a jacket.’ Liz sighed as she put on her seatbelt.
‘Hopefully this will help warm you up a bit.’
Tom flicked a switch to turn on the heated seats and it wasn’t long before she could feel the warmth against her back and bum. She couldn’t deny it was much better than walking home, even if she was technically in a stranger’s car… But with it being Tom Hiddleston, she figured she’d be safe enough. From what she’d seen in interviews with him, he seemed so lovely and sweet. Besides, she figured after a bad date, at least a kind, handsome, gentleman was driving her home.
‘Were you out anywhere nice? I’m surprised your boyfriend just left you alone on a night like this, it can be rough for a pretty woman to be out alone. Never mind in the rain.’ Tom said softly as he pulled out onto the road after getting her address.
‘Oh, I uh, don’t have a boyfriend. But I was on a date... A bad date. I was just desperate to get home, that’s why I wasn’t looking where I was going.’ She said embarrassedly.
‘Ah. Was it bad in a he was a big red flag sort of bad, or just awkwardly bad?’ Tom asked.
‘Bit of both.’ Liz said after pondering a moment.
‘Sorry to hear that, darling. On behalf of other men, I apologize.’
Liz giggled a little and smiled. ‘I know everyone’s not like that. I just got unlucky.’ She shrugged.
‘Well, I’d say I got luckybeing able to be in your presence, even if it’s for a short while.’ Tom said charmingly.
Liz blushed a little and turned to look out the window. That’s when she realised that Tom was going the wrong way, in a different direction to where she lived.
‘Uh, this is the wrong way. It’s on Lakeland Avenue I stay.’ She said apprehensively.
‘Don’t worry, this is a shortcut tonight. There’s football just finishing about now, so we’re avoiding the traffic by going this way.’ Tom reassured her and gave her a warm smile.
‘Ah right, thanks. I don’t drive so I guess I never really think about that sort of thing.’ She said sheepishly. ‘Driver knows best.’
Tom nodded in agreement. ‘What is it you do for work?’ He asked.
‘Currently I just do some ad-hoc admin work online. I’m doing an online course right now, so that takes up a lot of time, but being able to work online helps me juggle both easier. Plus, it’s flexible.’
‘Nice, sounds like you’ve got it all planned out… where are you from? Your accent tells me this isn’t your home town.’ He grinned at her.
‘You got me.’ She laughed. ‘I’m from up North, near Newcastle. My parents love the country life up there, but I wanted the excitement of London, for some reason.’
Liz relaxed more when she recognised the street they were now on, he was heading in the right direction.
‘That must have been a difficult move, very brave to come down to such a big city on your own.’ Tom hummed softly.
‘Tell me about it. I’ve only been here a month, but I left all my friends behind. That’s why I thought I’d try a dating app, to meet someone. Though maybe I should just be looking for a friend app or something, if such a thing exists.’
‘Perhaps.’ Tom chuckled.
When they pulled down Liz’s street, she felt a little relieved. She wasn’t sure why though, it was Tom Hiddleston after all. Though he was still technically a stranger to her.
Tom stopped the car outside her house and smiled at her. ‘We have arrived.’
‘I can’t thank you enough, really. Much better than walking home in this.’ She smiled back at him.
‘You’re very welcome. Hopefully we will bump into one another again.’ He said as he held his hand out.
She took his hand and blushed when he bent down to kiss the back of her hand.
‘Well, thank you again.’ She turned to open the door, well, tried to. It was locked. She turned back to look at Tom. ‘Doors locked.’ She said awkwardly, trying not to let the worry in her voice show.
Tom nodded once, then he got out of the car and shut the door behind him. She was confused, and began to panic internally when she saw in the rear-view mirror that he was going into the boot. He popped it open and it sounded like he was rummaging around for something.
Liz’s heartbeat quickened and her stomach was in knots. What was he doing? What was he looking for? Why didn’t he just unlock the door for her?
A few seconds later, the boot slammed shut, making her jump, and he made his way to the passenger door. He opened it and a wave of relief hit her, he had an umbrella in hand that he popped open and held up.
She internally smacked herself for getting worried, he was just being a perfect gentleman.
Liz got out of the car and Tom escorted her to her door, under the umbrella. She fumbled in her handbag to get her keys out and unlocked the door, then she looked up at Tom with a big smile. ‘Thanks again, you’ve been a true gent.’
Tom bowed his head slightly. ‘Of course, got to treat a princess right.’ He winked at her. ‘Take care of yourself, Liz.’
Liz felt her cheeks heat up again.
‘Hopefully I’ll see you around again.’ She blurted out before she could stop herself.
‘I’m sure you will.’ He grinned, a dark glint flashed across his eyes that she didn’t see as she turned to open the door.
As she took a step forward, that was the last thing she remembered as suddenly a damp cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose. Then everything went black when she passed out.
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Liz’s head felt funny when she came to. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and it took her a moment to focus on her surroundings. It didn’t take much longer though for her to realise she was in a strange room, that definitely wasn’t her place.
Panic began to set in, she sat up and looked around, it was a bedroom. Though not one she knew, at all. Her chest felt tight and she began to breathe a little heavier.
She heard the door opposite the bed unlocking, then it swung open and in walked… Tom Hiddleston.
‘T… Tom… Where am I? What’s going on?’ She asked, her voice shaky as she still tried to catch her breath.
She hadn’t even realised that she was only wearing a very thin, see through nightgown. No underwear, either. Not until Tom smiled and his tongue shot out to lick at his lips as he looked at her body, then she noticed her attire and her panic only grew worse.
‘Shhh, you’re alright, princess. You’re safe here with Daddy, there’s no need to get into a panic.’ Tom said calmly, softly.
He walked towards her on the bed, though what he said only made her scared and even more confused.
Liz noticed on the dressing table there was some of her make-up and hair products. It was obvious because one of her make-up sets was quite expensive and large. Then she realised the nightgown she was wearing, was actually her own. And on the bedside table was the picture of her parents she had from home.
Tom sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke her shoulder, she flinched and moved away from him.
‘Nu uh. You don’t ever shy away like that from me.’ Tom said firmly as he reached out with his long arms and he managed to grab her wrist, his hand was so large that she didn’t even want to try pulling away as he tugged her over to him.
Though when she realised he was trying to pull her onto his lap, she put up a fight and tried struggling out of his grasp, but he was too strong and before she knew it, he had her sitting on his lap. She tried not to move as she could suddenly feel a very evident bulge underneath her…
‘Please… let me go.’ She whined as tears rolled down her cheeks.
‘Aww, don’t cry, little one. I know you want this just as much as I do. I think you bumped into me on purpose, a little princess in desperate need of someone to save and look after her. I just got lucky, since I’ve been wanting a little of my own to love and care for.’ He hummed softly and started stroking her hair after wiping her tears off her cheeks.
‘No… No, no, no. Just let me go. Please, I won’t tell anyone. You can’t keep me here.’ She cried.
‘Oh but I can, sweetheart. No one will be looking for you, you told me yourself you’re alone here. Well, you were. You’re not alone anymore, you never will be again. Now you’ve got me.’
Liz couldn’t believe this was happening, she felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, but wasn’t waking up from it. Though things were just beginning for her…
‘Now, first things first. We need to train your lovely little body to accept me. You’re going to make me very happy, and in return I’ll make sure you enjoy everything just as much as I do.’ His left hand slid up her thigh under her nightgown, she tried squirming away but he was bold with his movements and didn’t let her squirming deter him.
Tom grabbed both of her wrists and held them at her back in one hand, his other hand managed to get between her thighs and he started slowly touching her. She tried clamping her thighs closed, but his hand was already where it needed to be. Now and then he pinched her inner thigh, to make her open her legs more.
‘Now, now, come on. I’m making this easier for you, little princess. Need to get you nice and wet before you can take my cock. Don’t want it to hurt, do you?’ He whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her.
‘I don’t want this at all.’ She sobbed, but Tom ignored her.
He slowly rubbed her clit and through her folds, carefully working her up. And it worked, even if her brain didn’t want it to, her body had a mind of its own. Tom grinned widely and kissed her shoulder when he felt the start of her arousal, using it so he could circle her clit more.
‘See, you do want this. Daddy knows best, you just need to accept it and trust me.’ He purred.
Liz just cried quietly, she accepted she wasn’t going to get away or get him to stop. She shouldn’t have trusted him, shouldn’t have accepted his offer of a ride…
It didn’t take too long before Liz couldn’t hold back a small moan, the pleasure was coursing through her veins as he stroked her clit in just the right way, she couldn’t help herself.
‘That’s it, my good girl. You’ll come for me, then you’ll be ready.’ He coaxed softly and carefully inserted a long finger up into her, his thumb took over playing with her clit.
‘No, no…’ She whimpered in defeat, one more attempt at pulling free from him failed. Then he forced her into an orgasm as he curled his finger and found her g spot, rubbing firmly on it worked wonders and she came all over his hand.
‘Ohhh yes, that’s it.’ Tom moaned. ‘Now, you should be ready to take my cock.’
He briefly let her go and placed her down on the bed so he could unzip his trousers. Liz curled herself up, yet was all out of tears. She couldn’t believe the way her body betrayed her like that. When she looked over at him and saw the size of him, she panicked.
‘Nu uh, uh.’ Tom tsked at her as she tried to slide off the bed.
They had a small scuffle as she really tried to fight him off, but soon found herself with his tie around her wrists behind her back and she was positioned over him as he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard.
‘That’s it, ease down onto Daddy’s cock, princess.’ He purred and gripped her hips, positioning her cunt right over his cock.
Liz tried pulling her hands free but his tie was too tight and began digging into her skin the more she struggled. She let out a cry when she was pulled down onto him and the tip of his cock pressed into her.
‘Ohhh, that’s it. Look at your lovely little pussy, opening up for me.’ He growled.
Tom smoothed his hands up and down her sides, then he went back to her hips and pulled her down further on him. As the tip of his cock slipped further into her, she let out a gasp. Her body was tight and started squeezing down on him, needing to adjust to the intrusion.
‘Fuck… You feel so good, princess.’ Tom groaned and buried his fingers into her hips more.
He looked down and could see that she wasn’t even halfway down on his cock yet.
‘No… it’s too much. Please stop. No more.’ Liz begged between panting.
‘Shhh, it’s alright princess. You were made for me, I will fit. You just need to relax a little more, just a bit more to go.’ Tom cooed and began to rub her clit.
He pulled her down a little further, she felt so full and like taking anymore would be completely impossible.
Tom slid a hand round to her back and he started stroking her back, reassuring her. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. ‘Such a good girl for Daddy, taking his cock so deep. I’m so proud of you.’
Liz was completely confused, scared, aroused... Everything at once. She thought it was finally over, that he was in her as deep as he could go. Though when she looked down between them, she realised there was still a few more inches to go and she let out a whimper.
‘Just a little more to go, then you can relax and just keep Daddy’s cock warm. Then, tomorrow, you’ll be ready for me to fuck you so hard you won’t remember anything else.’
He thrust his hips upwards at the same time as he pulled her down, filling her up completely. She panted hard as her cunt clenched around him, adjusting to him. It helped some when Tom paid some more attention to her clit again, though she didn’t want to admit it.
‘There we go. See? Not so bad now, huh? Just settle nicely and keep me warm. I told you that Daddy would take care of you, I wouldn’t be so mean to just fuck you without letting your body adjust. I know it’s a little scary, but you’re my brave good girl and I’m so proud of you.’ He stopped rubbing her clit to reach up and smooth her hair back from her face.
Liz was defeated and all she could focus on was how full she felt, how his cock was pressing against every single bit of her inside. To her dismay, he felt so good now the deep pain of the stretch was easing...
‘You’re mine now, princess. And this is where you belong.’ Tom hummed and gripped her chin as he kissed her on the lips.
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THE BEST OF DANIEL BRÜHL
It’s dumb, honestly.
You get this seemingly brilliant idea of turning to foreign films so you’re forced to read subtitles and focus—a problem you’ve been noticing of late—but in doing so, you end up with a more destructive distraction.
“Who’s that guy, again? The one in all those international productions?” That’s how I found myself on my Daniel Brühl marathon-turned-obsession.
It was his role as the cute Nazi in Inglorious Basterds that first put him on my radar. Over the years, I would see him in The Fifth Estate, Burnt, Woman in Gold, The Zookeeper’s Wife, and The King’s Man. Midway through All Quiet on the Western Front, I was like, “All this needs is that German actor…” and I had to chuckle when he later appeared on screen. I also checked out the first season of The Alienist because I was intrigued by what he and Dakota Fanning as leads would do with such a spooky-looking show.
Adorable as he was in his breakout role in Good Bye, Lenin!, it was his performance in the critically-acclaimed Rush that caused me to spiral. Similar to when Benedict Cumberbatch took on the modern version of Sherlock, it was like seeing Brühl with new eyes. His playful take on Helmut Zemo in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier was the final nail in the coffin. I don’t imagine it’s all too different from what Tom Hiddleston did to fans of Marvel as Loki.
I’m actually at the tail-end of this obsession now that I’ve seen everything I can get a hold of—around 39 films, two TV shows, a documentary, a music video, countless interviews, a bunch of ads, and a handful of fan cuts—but he has a lot of works worth recommending so I thought I would share them on here. This will mostly be a subjective list with priority on projects I found most interesting which showcase his range best. Like, I enjoyed The Bourne Ultimatum but he was on screen for a total of 2 minutes so I wouldn’t include that here.
RUSH (2013) This biographical sports film written by Peter Morgan—the man behind The Crown—centers on the rivalry between Formula One drivers James Hunt and Niki Lauda in the 70s. Not a fan of F1 or sports in general. I have nothing against either, just zero interest. But this character-driven film, much like Ford vs Ferrari, had me at the edge of my seat the entire ride. And it surprisingly has one of the best meet-cutes—and accidental wingmen—I’ve seen yet.
Brühl delivers an Oscar-worthy performance in this role. For someone who needed a lot of convincing he could do the character justice, he truly went above and beyond. For one, he befriended and studied Lauda, the iconic F1 figure he was portraying. No easy feat considering Lauda being, well… Lauda. In interviews, Brühl recounts the story of the memorable invite he got from Lauda to meet in Vienna. This would be their first meeting and Lauda told Brühl outright that he should only bring hand luggage so he can piss off if they don’t like each other.
He would end up staying a few days and buying additional clothes.
He also spent a month in Vienna to nail the accent, making sure to capture the arrogance and irony innate to it. And although he got driver training for the role, he also considered the tiniest details like which went on first: helmet or gloves? There was also the tricky business of looking graceful entering a tiny F1 car—a bigger challenge for Chris Hemsworth who plays Hunt—but an obstacle all the same.
All the hard work paid off. It was well-received by audiences, critics, and the F1 world. The first time Lauda saw the film he went, “Holy shit, that’s really me”. Lauda’s friends thought he did voiceover work for it. Director Ron Howard was so pleased with Brühl’s performance that he went out of his way to show an unfinished cut of the movie to the producers of The Fifth Estate (2013). This gracious act would land Brühl the co-lead role opposite Benedict Cumberbatch.
GOOD BYE, LENIN! (2003) Can't tell if it's just because the two films have the same composer and were created around the same time, but this tragicomedy set in East Germany reminded me so much of my beloved Amélie. This is definitely more dramatic and political but it has that same mix of whimsy, heart, and charm. With its budget, it was meant to be an indie film, but the story of a son who would recreate a faux-socialist world to keep his mother alive captured the heartstrings of audiences, not just in Germany but also worldwide. Brühl plays the son and his success with this film was a double-edged sword: although it would open doors for him internationally, he would also be typecast as the “nice guy” in his home country.
INGLORIOUS BASTERDS (2009) This has one of the best, most intense opening sequences in all of cinema… and one of the greatest villains. In this wild alternate universe from Quentin Tarantino, he rewrites the ending of World War II. It’s the right balance of dark, hilarious, and entertaining—my favorite from the auteur’s works. Here Brühl plays a cute and charming Nazi, which is very confusing to the senses.
Aside from Brühl, it was also my first introduction to Christoph Waltz, Michael Fassbender, and Melanie Laurent—all fantastic European actors who’ve crossed over to Hollywood after the success of this movie. “Crossing over” seems ubiquitous now but, at that time, giving most of the lead roles to then relatively unknown actors must have been a risk. But for this, it was necessary. Language plays a huge part in this trilingual film and casting native speakers grounded it in authenticity. Tarantino originally had Leonardo di Caprio in mind to play Hans Landa. Whether he meant for him to learn German or to speak English with a German accent, who knows. Either way, it’s safe to say that would have been a different film.
THE EDUKATORS / DIE FETTEN JAHRE SIND VORBEI (2004) This anti-capitalist film, which has become a cult classic, captures the spirit, idealism, recklessness, and angst of young revolutionaries who just want a better world. Where one stands on the measures taken, or even their sentiment, can be considered a litmus test. With or without reference to this quote from the movie—“Under 30 and not liberal, no heart. Over 30 and still liberal, no brain.”—is up to the viewer.
There needs to be a suspension of disbelief for the series of events that takes place but the setting is necessary for the clash of worlds to happen. It’s not a perfect movie but the issues they debate about in length… they’re still discussions we’re having nearly 20 years later.
p.s. this has my favorite behind-the-scenes of all of Brühl’s projects. Though he hasn’t lost his sense of humor, he seems to have become more reserved as he got older. HERE, at this period in his life, he’s a total goofball bordering on loose cannon.
THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021) Though I’ve enjoyed quite a few MCU movies, I’m not invested in the universe at all, so watching this wasn’t a priority. In fact, I was ready to settle on YouTube compilations made by devoted fans of all the scenes Brühl was in. Upon seeing clips, however, I got intrigued by his character so I still ended up watching the miniseries and also Captain America: Civil War (2016).
Both were better than I expected. Civil War is more serious, while TFATWS is more playful, but both face relevant issues along with formidable foes. Brühl’s villain in Helmut Zemo is fascinating because he tears the mighty Avengers apart with mere patience, fury, and intelligence… and his motivations are understandable. He lets his character loose in TFATWS—at one point, on the dance floor—and it’s magnificent. His mission is still the same, but this time he does it with a lot of charm, humor, and fabulous Sokovian style. A Turkish delight, personified.
ME AND KAMINSKI / ICH UND KAMINSKI (2015) Brühl’s Sebastian Zöllner is a repulsive and sleazy journalist who has greasy hair and wears too much cologne but I can’t get enough of his chaotic energy. His magnum opus is hitched on a legendary artist dying and his fantasy is to turn the orphaned daughter into a sugar mommy. It’s all kinds of messed up but he plays the hell out of the smarmy dirtbag so it’s a lot of fun. This is Brühl’s second collaboration with Wolfgang Becker, who directed Good Bye, Lenin! Daniel Kehlmann, the writer whose eponymous book this film was based on, would later write Brühl’s directorial debut, Nebenan.
NO REGRETS / NICHTS BEUREUEN (2001) This is reminiscent of the slightly problematic but highly enjoyable teen comedies and coming-of-age films of the 90s. It’s like an edgier Can’t Hardly Wait: boy goes through cringe-worthy measures to get the girl he’s long been pining for, his two closest pals have nothing but dumb advice to offer, yet he still ends up on the path to self-discovery. It’s awkward, chaotic, frustrating, and beautiful—but such is adolescence.
Brühl and his co-star Jessica Schwarz fall in love on the set of this film. And although they would break up years later, the tenderness between their scenes together is palpable and there’s something rather bittersweet about seeing that captured in perpetuity.
For a more straightforward rom-com, he has Lila, Lila (2009). It’s about a guy who passes off a manuscript as his own to impress a girl and the hilarity that follows. It’s on YouTube for those who need a fun and light watch.
THE ALIENIST (2018 – 2020) Based on the novel of the same name, this moody psychological thriller set in late 19th century New York follows a psychiatrist—then called an Alienist—who investigates a series of grisly murders with methods still considered new and controversial at that time, such as psychology and fingerprinting. He gets by with a little help from his friends, John Moore, an illustrator for the New York Times, and Sara Howard, a society woman who works in the NYPD.
In the lead role of Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, Brühl plays the dark, complex, and mysterious Alienist whose study of mental pathologies and deviant behaviors reveals much of himself and his past.
LESSONS OF A DREAM / DER GANZ GROßE TRAUM (2011) This film is loosely based on Konrad Koch, an educator and pioneer who brought football to Germany in the late 19th century. In the movie, the sport is used as a means to pique students’ interest in the English language and culture—both considered barbaric by the Germans at that time. A heartwarming tale of a teacher who overcomes insurmountable odds and inspires students along the way, it’s the German equivalent of Dead Poet’s Society.
ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (2022) This story, the third adaptation of the 1929 novel, “Im Westen nichts Neues”, conveys the futility of war like no other. There aren't as many films on World War I as there are on World War II, fewer ones that tell it from a German perspective, so this is doubly unique in that regard. Powerful watch but 10/10 not like to relive it again. Apart from producing it with his company, Amusement Park, Brühl plays Matthias Erzberger, the German State Secretary who pushes for armistice talks with the Allied forces.
An ideal companion watch to this would be Joyeux Noël / Merry Christmas (2005), another WWI movie Brühl stars in, which depicts the unbelievable Christmas truce between French, German, and Scottish soldiers in 1914. His linguistic ability shines here as he shifts between German, French, and English effortlessly. (Half German, half Spanish, Brühl speaks a total of five languages: those three plus Spanish and Catalan.)
The Zookeeper’s Wife (2017) and Alone in Berlin (2016) also recognize the bravery of defiance at the height of tyrannical regimes. Although between the two, I would skip the latter.
JOHN RABE (2009) This biographical film set in China tells the incredible true story of a German businessman who uses his Nazi Party membership to create an International Safety Zone in Nanking. This was in the late 1930s, during the Rape of Nanjing. In this six-week carnage by the Imperial Japanese Army—which includes sexual assault, mutilations, and killing contests—upwards of 200,000 Chinese are brutally murdered. The protective zone manages to save around the same number of civilians.
Brühl doesn’t play the titular Rabe, but his character, Dr. Georg Rosen, is one of few Westerners who decides to remain and protect Nanking even as conflict escalates. Dr. Rosen was a German Diplomat instrumental in the creation of the safety zone.
p.s. with all these heroic roles in his catalog, I’m convinced Brühl would be a frontrunner to play President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, should a movie be made about him and Ukraine’s conflict with Russia. You heard it here first.
NEXT DOOR / NEBENAN (2021) This is Brühl’s directorial debut. Here he plays a darker, fictionalized version of himself. Definitely not for everyone but quite enjoyable if you’re familiar with his major works and public persona, appreciate the ingenuity of one-location movies, and delight in British-style meta humor.
Pre-requisite viewing for maximum enjoyment: Good Bye, Lenin!, Captain America: Civil War, and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.
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A/n: this is my delayed Christmas gift to you all, I hope you enjoy and a happy new year 🎊 🫶.
New years shenanigans
"Y/N get out of bed, the fireworks are about to start!" Robert yelled from downstairs and you groan before pulling a pillow over your head to silence the shouting.
You and the marvel cast were invited by RDJ to spend the night at his mansion to celebrate the New Year and watch the fireworks since his mansion looked over the city.
But you being you, got tired and decided to take a nap (over sleeping and not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed) and now it was almost midnight when the fireworks would start.
"I swear to god come down now or me, Hiddleston and Evans will come and drag you down!"
"But this bed is so warm" you whined softly as you snuggled further under the blankets.
"Alright that's it" Robert yelled and you heard 3 pairs of footsteps coming upstairs, you squealed and quickly pulled the blankets over your head to hide before the door was opened.
You heard them coming closer before Tom Hiddleston ripped your blanket off and tackled you onto the bed as you tried to run away.
"Now that's not very polite Little Dove" Tom mused as Chris Evans pulled your arms over your head and Robert took your feet in a chokehold to keep them still.
"SorRYHAHHAHAHA" i burst out laughing as Tom suddenly digged into my ribs.
"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you there, did you hear her Evans"? Robert said with a grin as he traced your soles.
"Nope I didn't understand a thing" Chris grinned and tickled your neck softly.
"GHAHAHHHA YOU JERK'SHAHHAHAHAH"!
They all faux gasped and you knew you were done for, all of them went full in on your death spots.
It. Was. Torture.
Your scream of laughter went through the mansion as you trashed around, your face red from all the laughing.
"Are you going to come out of bed now?" Tom asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.
"YESHAHHAHAHA"!
"You promise?"
"I PROMISEHIHIHIHIHIHI"!
They let you go and you immediately curled up into a ball "i hate you guys" you mutter with some soft giggles as the ghost tickles slowly went away.
"You love us, now come on or we are gonna be late for the fireworks" Chris smiled and pulled you to your feet.
You all rushed downstairs to the rest of the cast who stood outside, counting down the last seconds of 2023.
"They got you too huh"? Scarlet asked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.
"Yeah" you said with a soft chuckle.
"Those three are a serious pain sometimes" Sebastian said as he stood next to you.
"Oh you love us" Chris grinned as he punched Sebastian shoulder and quickly stood next to Hemsworth for protection as Seb looked at him daringly.
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR"!!
You all hugged each other as the sky littered with fireworks, illuminating the night's sky.
And as you stood there, in the arms of people who truly loved you, you couldn't believe how lucky you are.
The marvel cast is a family and you were honored to be part of it.
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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 33
Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Just that it's the last one. <3 I'll be posting the first of the two wedding night chapters Friday and the second sometime during the week.
Masterlist AO3 KoFi
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“Mia!” a voice she knew hollered through the door between pounds. “Mia!”
“Tom?” she whispered, though there was no way he would have been able to hear it, walking the rest of the way to the door with the pan hanging loosely from her fingers in a surreal daze.
There was beeping as the person on the other side of the door entered the code again, this time successfully. There was the correct tone and then the handle turned just as Mia was getting closer to the door.
The door pushed in and Tom nearly fell into the entryway. His hair was a disheveled mess, sticking up wildly in places and his clothes rumpled. There was a wild look in his eyes as he stumbled forward.
“Mia,” he breathed and looked as if someone had zapped all the tension from his body, causing it to sag.
“Tom? What are you doing here?” She glanced down at the pan in her hand before setting it on the first surface she could find. “You scared me half to death.”
“Are you alright?” He was at her side in a heartbeat, large hands clasping her shoulders. “Is everything alright?”
“What?” Mia was tired. She’d spent way too long crying over pictures and needed to sleep until her eyes stopped being so puffy and the sting went away. “How are you here?”
“I took the first flight I could.” Tom’s words tumbled in a rush from his lips as his fingers dug into her arms. “You- You were crying on the voicemail. I- I tried to call, but you didn’t answer. You wouldn’t answer. Ashley, she said something was wrong and you wouldn’t answer me.”
She didn’t remember leaving that voicemail, but it didn’t surprise her to find out she did. The pictures and articles had put her in a state and the alcohol hadn’t helped. They had found every insecurity she hadn’t been fully aware of and stabbed a hundred little knives into it.
“It scared me,” Tom continued, repeating himself at points. “I was working, I couldn’t answer. When I tried to call you back, it went straight to voicemail. Every time I called, it was voicemail, or it’d ring a time or two and go to voicemail. You didn’t answer my texts or voicemails.”
“I’m sorry.” Mia didn’t have the chance to say more as words continued to spill from Tom in an uncontrolled torrent.
“I’d thought maybe you’d gotten hurt or Sally. Oh god, I thought something had happened to her. Or that maybe another man- there was another incident. Then, I thought maybe you had found someone else and-”
“Tom, no- I’m fine. Sally is fine. There’s no one else.” Tom kept talking over the words she spoke in a numb daze.
“I thought maybe my chance was up. Maybe you made you choice before the end of the year before I had a chance to say it,”
“Say what?” She whispered under the flow of Tom’s words.
“I thought maybe it was too late, and I just needed to get here. I needed to see you and tell you. I needed to take my chance, knowing bloody well that it could be too much too fast and push you away, but you need to know.”
“Tom, calm down.” Mia whispered. She wasn’t sure what was going on. Tom was talking himself in perfect circles, his words rushed and wild. Storms danced in his blue eyes, bearing down on her.
“Darling, I love you. I fell in love with you. It happened when I wasn’t looking, perhaps it happened the moment I opened my eyes, looked over and found a sunflower personified laying in bed next to me.”
Tom finally stopped talking, alternating between gasping breaths and hold his breath locked in his lungs. Silence stretched on as he looked down into her brown eyes. Tears welled in those bright brown eyes, and Tom held his breath. The ticking of the clock was deafening in the space.
“Say something.” Tom pleaded.
“Tom, I-” She didn’t know what to say. Never in her wildest dreams did she picture Tom would be standing in front of her declaring his love for her when she had just been so sure that he had decided the opposite.
“I mean it.” Tom whispered. “No show, no pretending, no agreement. We could end the marriage tomorrow and I’d still love you. I will love you today. I will love you tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year. Next decade. Next lifetime.”
Fingers trembled as she reached out to him. Dark circles were under his eyes and his skin was washed out. Her hands were numb as they rested against his chest and ran up toward his shoulders.
She couldn’t make her voice work. Tom stood stone still as she ran her hands along his shoulders, failing to take in the soft smoothe leather jacket he wore. Until she touched the skin of his neck, she felt nothing under her hands, unable to be sure that he was really there at all.
As soon as his skin was under her hand, she felt everything. It was overwhelming. She would drown in the feeling of his warm skin under her hands.
Fingers pushed higher, wrapping around the back of his neck slightly. Her thumbs brushed against the perfectly cut jaw with its accent of stubble, as close as he could come to growing a beard.
She loved him.
Leaning forward on her toes, she pulled him to her. She was terrified and sure that this was too much, too fast. It had to be a mistake. They had to be making a mistake. But it was everything she wanted. She needed him to know that she was right there with him.
Her lips brushed against his softly as she carefully kissed him.
“I love you too,” she whispered, pulling away after a moment.
Tom’s arms wrapped around her back, crushing her against him tightly as he lifted her up off her feet. He took a few steps back toward the door and reached blindly behind him until he snagged his bag.
Pulling it inside, he smacked it against the doorframe and the wall. When he pushed the door closed, it bounced off the bag and he had to move it again. This would all have been much easier to accomplish if he would have put her down but he continued to hold her to him with one arm, eyes locked on her.
With the door securely closed, Tom wrapped her in both his arms again and his lips found hers again. “Say it again?”
“I love you,” She whispered.
Tom smiled widely before kissing her again, spinning her as he held her. Walking her deeper into the apartment, he kissed her again and again. He licked softly at her bottom lip as he walked them toward the too small, uncomfortable couch he hated but never complained about.
She had no choice but to wrap her legs around him. The last thing she wanted was for him to trip or stumble with her legs being in his way.
He carried her as if she was nothing, his lips moving against hers as he tasted her. Tears she wouldn’t have been able to explain if asked rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped herself around him. Clinging to him, she kept reminding herself that this was real.
This was everything she had wanted, but was too scared to ask for. She was terrified still, even now, but felt safe within his arms. He could take everything she had to offer. She would give it to him willingly enough if she had it to give. In reality, he had stolen her heart from her when she wasn’t looking.
Walking blindly, his thighs struck the back of the couch, causing him to grunt softly into her. Carefully, he set her on the back of the couch as best he could. Either he hadn’t been careful enough or the back of the couch was far too thin for what he was trying to do. He wasn’t in a position to say which.
As soon as his grip on her faltered, they discovered just how much she was relying on him to hold her up. Her grip around him was more focused on feeling him than supporting her weight. With a squeak, she fell backward off the back of the couch.
She landed on the seat of the couch with her upper back snapping down toward the floor and her legs sticking straight up.
Tom stood behind the couch dumbfounded, mouth hanging open and hands flexing as if he could somehow turn back time and hold on to her better.
“Darling, are you alright?” He said as he rushed around the back of the couch.
Mia’s upper back cracked when she landed. The force of the pop and the unexpected fall knocked the wind out of her. For a few moments she could do nothing but lie there, blood rushing to her face from gravity and embarrassment both.
“I’m fine.” She said as Tom knelt next to her. Wiggling her toes and ankles, she tried to figure out a graceful way to right herself while Tom tried to figure out how to help.
In the end, she ended up pushing off the back of the couch and rolling forward onto the floor. Tom’s hands guided and supported her weight, allowing her to not hurt herself anymore getting to the floor where she sat with him.
“I am so sorry.” Tom said as she gathered herself on the floor. “I swear, I didn’t mean to drop you.”
Mia couldn’t help but laugh. Tom took dropping her on the couch so seriously, though, she knew she had to make him feel better. Scooting closer to him, she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m fine, really.”
Silence ticked on, at first peaceful but the tension of unasked questions built. “Mia?”
“Yes, Tom.”
“What happened? Why were you crying? Why didn’t you answer?”
Sighing, she looked down at her hands and picking at her fingertips. Guilt washed over her as she said, “It’s dumb. I just I got in my head, I guess. I got it in my head that you didn’t really care, that you wouldn’t come back. I don’t know, that you changed your mind or-”
“What made you think that?” Tom laced his fingers through hers and held her hand tightly. “We’d been doing so good.”
“I don’t know.” She lied at first. He squeezed her hand in his, encouraging her to trust him. “I saw some stupid pictures and some stupid articles. Then one thing let to another and there were fan pages. They talked about how much happier you looked there and how you didn’t have a ring on. How you’d be better off with someone else. How you clearly didn’t care, not really.”
“It’s not safe for you to look at those things.” Tom spoke softly. She had expected him to be angry. He had warned her of this already and it wasn’t the first time, but he was quiet and calm. “I don’t even look at them”
“I didn’t understand what you met by ‘not safe’.”
Tom hummed as he gathered her into his lap as they sat on the floor. The passion, the admission and the drop all had worked together to strip them of every defense and left a raw honesty behind that they needed.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“Oh,” she hesitated before answering, “I was upset and hurt. I- It’s childish, but I got overwhelmed and threw it. It’s smashed so bad, I can hardly get it to turn on. I was just heading out to replace it before some crazy man started pounding on my door.”
Teasing, she shoved his chest before resting her hand on his neck. Looking down at her, Tom kissed her softly, without hesitation or reservation.
“We’ll have to get you a new one.” Tom whispered, enjoying simply being close to her.
“How was England?” Mia shifted. “Did you get everything done, or do you need to rush back? You’re not in trouble for dropping everything to come, are you?”
“Home was lovely. Mum and the family are well and I got some work done. It felt different, though, being back. It felt like something was missing.”
“Oh?”
“Mia,” Tom shifted her so he could see her face more easily, “I got the contract for the next Marvel project. And the one after.”
“The one after?” Mia raised her eyebrows, “Is it what you were hoping for?”
“Yeah,” Tom’s voice grew thick as he took another risk. “More than I had dared to hope for, if I’m honest. If I walked away from my career after these projects and played my finances right, I could support a small family modestly.”
“What?”
“The contracts are extremely generous. I have no intention of ending my career here but I’d like to ask something selfish of you, only for you to consider it.”
“Consider what?”
Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was something he had danced around discussing with her and she had resisted in the weeks prior, but now- maybe, just maybe.
“Apply for passports?” Tom started.
“I already have.” Mia admitted softly. She felt safe with him. Doubt tried to claw its way back into her mind and she reminded herself that he loved her. He came from the other side of the ocean to make sure she was alright. That wasn’t something someone would do just for a lie.
“Yeah?” Tom smiled down at her. “I’m not going to ask you to change your whole life. I’m not going to ask you to uproot yourself and Sally.”
“Than what are you going to ask?”
“Quit your job?” Tom carefully said, “You don’t like it. It’s not something you’re passionate about or invested in. It leaves you crushed some nights, scrubbing your skin raw. Travel, when you can, with me? Be with me?”
“Sally starts school in a handful of weeks, or I would.”
“We could figure something out.” Tom said. “You could keep a home base here and the two of you could travel with me during her breaks to England or where ever I am.”
Mia couldn’t help but laugh. “Tom, we don’t get long school breaks here in America other than summer.”
“It’s looking like at least for the Marvel project, most, if not all, of the filming will be States based. If it’s close enough, maybe visits will be able to be more frequent.”
“I can’t promise anything more than we’ll see. I’ll think about it, I’ll try.”
“That’s all I want.” Tom reassured her, “I just want you to be open to it.”
“I’d be putting my and Sally’s fate in the hands of a man I’ve only known for a few months.” Mia pointed out.
“You’d be putting your fates in the hands of your husband. You’d be putting your fates in the hands of a man who loves you, loves the both of you, dearly.”
“I love you too.” Mia whispered, nuzzling back into him as he shifted his legs, mumbling something about not being able to feel one of his feet.
It was moments like that and falling off the back of the couch that told her this was real. It wasn’t a fantasy or a fiction her brain had made up. It was real life and life was full of risks, awkward encounters, falls off couches and romantic positions resulting in numb limbs.
“I’m in.” Mia whispered and in her heart, she knew she was wholly invested.
For better or for worse. For sickness and in health. For richer or for poorer. She was invested, and she would no longer run away.
THE END
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Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 15
Thor Premiere
A/n: I know that movies aren't made this fast but they are here😁
You were looking in your closet deciding what to wear. Yes it was just to the hair and makeup trailer...but still! Today was the Premire for Thor: Ragnarock!
You hear the front door of the house open and footsteps.
"Hey!!" You hear two people say in unison
You turn and see Chris (Hemsworth) and Tom (Hiddleston) smiling
"Omg!! Hi guys!!" You rush to hug them
"What are you doing here?" You ask smiling
"Oh uhhh...just wanted to see how you're doing. Is a...is Walker here?" Chris asks
"Uhhh...no. why?" You say suspicious of them
Just them Walker comes in the room
"What are you doing guys?" Walker says to Chris and Tom
"What's going on?" You ask
"Ummmm...welll..." Chris and Tom stutter
"See! I told you! She doesn't even know what she's gonna wear!" Walker points to your closet that was torn apart
"Uhhh...what are you guys talking about?" You ask
"You're coming with us" Walker states as he grabs you from behind
"Grab her legs!" He yells
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" You scream
"You're going in your pajamas! You will never get to the premiere on time if you don't!" Walker says as they carry you down the stairs
"YOU GUYS ARE IN ON THIS?!!!!!" You yell at Chris and Tom
"Ummm...well...Walker kinda called us and asked for us to come because he said you would fight and he needed backup" Tom explained as you were punching Walker
"See" Walker says looking down at you
Chris opens the door and you almost get out of Walker grip
"Would you stop fighting me!! I'm gonna drop you and accidentally ruin your pretty face" Walker says and you can help but blush
"Awww! She blushed! She must really love you" Tom taunts
"Shut up!" You yell at him and blush even more
They put you in the car and Walker sat next to you in the backseat
You punch him in the stomach and he flinched
"Why aren't you hitting them?" Walker asks holding his stomach
"Because this was your idiotic idea!" You smack the back of his head
-
You get there and Chris and Tom leave to their trailers.
When you enter the trailer and there was food already sitting there.
"Oooo!!! Who loves me enough to get me this" you ask excitedly and take a sip from the milkshake
"Well I am pretty amazing" Walker jokes
"You did this?" You ask with a huge smile on your face
"Yep" He says
You just leap foward and kiss him
"I love you so much!" You smile at him and look into his eyes
"I love you too my precious" Walker replies sweetly
-
It was several hours later and you were ready for the premire.
"You look so handsome" you smile to Walker as you hug his back while he ties the tie
"I know" He jokes
He turns and looks at you
"WOW" He says looking at you still fiddling with his tie
"What? Do I have food in my teeth?" You ask worried
"No! You look...you look...wow! YOU. ARE. STUNNING." He says
"Awww!! Thank you!" You blush as he kisses you
"Now I belive we have a premiere to go to" He says holding your hand
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You get to the red carpet and the cameras start flashing faster. People screaming your name at the top of their lungs. You go up to a reporter.
"Hi y/n! Let me just say you look gorgeous tonight." She says
"Aww thank you!" You reply
"SHE LOOKS HOT!" One of the paparazzi guys yells disgustingly
You just ignore him but when you look at Walker but he's not. He's giving him a "if you say that one more time I'll come over there are make you sorry you were born!" glare
You continued down the red carpet cameras flashing. Walker holding your waist. Smiling for the pictures when you heard someone scream something
"DAMN HER ASS LOOKS SOO HOT IN THAT DRESS!" the same guy screams
Walker takes a step foward but you stop him
"Walker it's okay. Just ignore him" You say rubbing his back soothingly
"He has no right to talk to you like that!" Walker says seething with anger
"It's okay. Just ignore him. He's drunk and an idiot." You say softly and kiss him
And he smiles
-
You were taking pictures with fans now. Walker was talking to a reporter somewhere. The drunk guy walks up to you.
"Hey baby can I get a picture?" He says looking at you up and down
"Uhhh...sure...I guess" you say caught off guard
You look around for Walker but see no trace of him
The guy gives you the phone and you hold it up to take the picture. But then you feel the guys hand around your waist. Very low. He pulls you closer to him and you wince. Then out of nowhere Walker jumps in and pushes the guy away.
"Hey man whats your problem?!" The guy yells
"If you so much as look at her again I will kill you and bury your body in my backyard." Walker threatens
"Do you understand me?" Walker says through his teeth
"Oh no. Percy Jackson is trying to threaten me. That's not very hero like now is it?" The guy mocks
Walker gets in his face
"I warned you" Walke rsays one last time
Walker turns and puts his arm around your waist and leads you away
You burry your face in his neck and he kisses the top of your head
"You okay?" He asks softly
"Yeah. Now that you're here" You reply
-
It was about 20 minutes later and so far you haven't seen the guy again. Walker must've scared him off. You were walking though a big crowd. There was 5 security guards around you (including Walker 🤭)
All of a sudden the guy jumped from the crowd and spanked you
Walker turned around as fast as lightning and punched the guy in the face and the guy went flying backwards
"Get him out of here! I don't wanna see his face ever again." Walker says obviously furious
The security guards grabbed the guy by the arms and dragged him away. The guy was screaming something to you but you couldn't hear it.
"I love you so much" You say appreciative
"I love you more" He replies and kisses you and hugs you
-
It was now time to take pictures with the rest of the cast. You stand between Chris and Tom and look over to see Walker standing on the side waiting for you. On high alert looking for the guy or anybody else who would mess with you.
"Is everything okay? Walker looks mad?" Tom asks (none of the cast knew what happened)
"Ummm...yeah...there was just this annoying guy earlier...but Walker scared him away" You stuttered
"Wait. What happened?" Chris asks
"This guy touched me and was saying gross things about me so Walker punched the guy and he was kicked out." You explain like it was nothing
"WHERE IS THIS GUY?!?!" Chris and Tom say in unison furiously
"I don't know he was kicked out." You shrug
They look at eachother and nod
"Well...we'll be right back" Chris says and they both walk away
Walker then comes over to you
"Where are they going?" He asks
"They are going to find that guy...btw we might need to testify for them in the murder trial" You joke
"Good! That guy deserves whatever comes to him" Walker sys still mad
"He's gonna get beaten up by Thor and Loki. I feel sorry for the guy" You joke again
-
After the premire you got in the limo with Walker
"Hey you want ice cream?" He asks smiling
"Uhhh...duh!" You reply
-
You got to the ice cream shop and everyone was looking at the two of you...duh
"You're...you're...omg...what can I get you?" The girl says really excited and soo stunned
"I'll have the chocolate and she'll have...what do you want?" He asks
"I'll have the cookies and cream" You reply
"Okay!!" The girl replies
You feel so many eyes on you so you turn a little and peek to see everyone's phones pointed at you
Some trying to be sneaky like they're calling someone (but their flash was on) and other were on live stream you assume because they were whispering (VERY loudly)
"Guys! Y/n and Walker Scobell are getting ice cream!!"
Walker looks down at you and sees you shiver
"Here my princess" He says as he takes off his suit coat and puts it around your shoulders
He wraps you in a bear hug and kisses you
"I love you sooo much! You are the girl I've dreamed of" He whispers in your ear and you blush
"You're the guy I dreamed of my whole life. Everything about you is exactly what I wanted." You smile and kiss him
"...well...you are really annoying and that wasn't in my dreams but whatever" you joke
"Yeah yeah" He kisses the top of your head
"H-here" the girl stutters as the hands you the ice cream
"Thank you" You and Walker say in unison
When you turn around you see at least 29 paparazzi people outside
"Noooo" You whine
Walker puts his hand on your waist and brings you toward him
You start to walk outside and the lights were soo bright
Walker covers your face with his hand and you bury your face in his neck
He opens the car door for you and you step inside
Once you started driving the paparazzi tried to follow you but your driver was really good at hiding from the aparazzi
After about 10 minutes you finished your I've cream
"That was soooo good!: you say and look at Walker as he quickly shovels the I've cream in his mouth
"What are you doing?!" You ask with a little giggle
"Nothing" Walker replies bit you can barely understand him because his mouth is full
"Why are you eating so fast?" You ask confused
"Ummm...ao you won't take it" He admits
"Are you serious?!" You say and he nods
"I'm not gonna take your ice cream you idiot" You say and smack the back of his head
"Thank you" He smiles still not trusting you
He turns to you and his face was covered with ice cream
"Haha do you know what you look like?" You laugh
"Am I covered in ice cream?" He giggles
"Yeah. But you still look handsome" you reply
"Well thank you. You do too." He smiles
"Oh no! Am I covered in ice cream too? You ask worried
"No but you will be in two minutes" he replies
"What's happening I'm two minutes?" You ask confused
In two minutes you will finally say that looks soo good! And then I'll say do you want some. Then you'll say yes but only one bite and then you'll leave me nothing."
You just watch him eat his ice cream
"That looks so good!" You say with basically heart emoji eyes
"Do you want some?" He sighs
"Only a bite" You smile
And bout 5 minutes later you handed him the empty bowl
"Hm...I guess you were right" He say smugly
"Well I am always right soo..." He jokes
"Yeah sure" You roll your eyes
"I was right when I picked you to be my girlfriend" He smiles at you
"Awww!" You blush
-
You didn't know when but you fell asleep in Walker's lap. He laid his coat over you and was stroking your hair with his hand.
"Y/n we are here" He whispers in your ear
"What?" You mumble
"We are at your house" He replies
"Oh okay" You mumble as he helps you sit up
You step out of the car and he walks you to the door
"Hey thank you for protecting me tonight" You say
"Of course!!!! If that creep ever gets near you again you call me and I'll be there before you hand up the phone." He smiles down at you
"Aww! Thank you!! I will. But I think you freaked him out too much for him to come back" You giggle
"Well I am pretty threatening" He says in a funny voice as you giggle
He kisses you
"Goodnight my princess" you looks in your eyes
"Goodnight my prince" you look in his
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Walker's POV
"I'm furious that idiot was disgusting to y/n! What can I do? I know!
I scroll through my phone and find Taylor's phone number and call
Mother
Hey Walker! (She sounded like she just woke up)
Hi
Is everything okay?
umm...yeah kind of...
Oh no!! Is it y/n? Is she okay?! Did something happen????
No no she's not hurt
Sooo...what happened?
Well there was this paparazzi guy who was hitting on y/n. He kept cat calling <INSERT> hey and saying really gross thing. But he spanked her...
WHAT?!
Yeah. I punched the guy but I never wanna see his face again sooo...
Awww!! I love that you defend her!!
I will defend her until the day i die. Anyway soo...could you get that guy like banned from seeing y/n or something?
As her guardian too ill get a restraining order...
Yes!! Of course!! Im doing it right now!! I'll also talk to y/n tomorrow about pressing charges
Thank you I was so worried that he would do something to her when I want around to help her
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The call ended and I decided to scroll through instagram...bad move...there were pictures everywhere of what happened
"Ugh" I thought to myself
I put my phone down and tried to go to sleep
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A/n: Hiii everyone!! Sorry this took so long!! I wrote a different chapter to post but I decided not to. Please forgive me for being slow!! I'm so sorry!!
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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter Four (Loki x fem! Reader, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)
Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters. England. 1885. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him. When the time comes to fulfill your end of the bargain, you are introduced to a world full of more magic and danger than you could possibly imagine...
Content Warnings: LOTS OF ANGST AT THE BEGINNING! Cheating (not Loki, but...* takes a long sip of a fun little drink with a straw*...dealing with Will Ransome's canon actions and portraying them as bad so Will fans and Lusty Vicarettes you have been warned). Y/N going absolutely feral because I support women's wrongs. Hurt/Comfort Elements Period Typical Attitudes. Mentions of sex and religion and drinking. Typical and fixable grammar mistakes.
Chapter Summary: You confront Will about his infidelity.
Chapter Word Count: 6K
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Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three
There was silence. Pure silence. Will’s jaw unhinged and his mouth opened, but he did not say a word. The last word rang in the air with the heaviness of a bullet being fired.
Whore-Whore-Whore.
You glared at him in his beautiful blue eyes. Feeling everything at once looking at him- hatred and adoration, fury and grief and love.
His eyes glared back. You had done it. You had called Cora a whore. You knew he wouldn’t stand it. You could see him tense up, ready to chastise you for what you did. To stand up for her. You could see it in him, see the words forming. Then his jaw closed. Then he stopped. There was hesitation. You knew he would rush to her defense. And you were ready for a fight. To scold you for what you said- the ugly names you just called his mistress, his real beloved.
But instead, no, what he asked was this in a quiet, calm tone.
“Y/N, why did you call her that?”
A wave of emotion washed over you. You couldn’t take him anymore- playing ignorant. He should know bloody well why you called her that.
Leaning over, in a split second, you raised your hand and slapped him as hard as you could across his face. So hard, you let out a small grunt as you did. It stung from the swift impact of your hand across his cheek. You could feel the tears welling up already in your eyes as you retreated your hand. He nursed the pink spot on the cheek you once kissed with a hand you once loved to hole.
“Do not lie to me- you know exactly what I mean. I should have done that at the wedding. You- are…you’re having an affair with her Will. Don’t deny it- I saw the love letters! I saw you kiss her!”
You were shaking hard. This was too horrible to be real. This had to be a nightmare. You should have seen the inside of his house, his desk, his tall bookshelves on your wedding day when you were to be brought there as Mrs. Ransome. Not as a fiancée betrayed for another like you were just a toy abandoned by a bored child. The tears began to make their trails down your face.
“The bishop would counsel us, I remember. He’d tell us we were already considered married…and You dare to break a sacred vow you made before your own God?” you accused.
He began to blink rapidly. His voice remained low.
“I was so…tormented about it…”
“You think you’re the tormented one?!!” you cried.
He held his hands up and continued.
“Cora has endured more than any woman ever should…the things her husband did to her…he’d strangle her, beat her. I opened up a bit of her collar and saw…saw a bruise, there on her skin. I wanted to…to…comfort her.”
“You could comfort her in ways that don’t involve fucking her in the forest!” you argued, your voice raising.
He kept going on, his voice still quiet.
“She…she…she and I…we are…we are like two bits of one soul…”
“So, which is more important, Will- your cock or my dignity?!” you asked furiously.
He looked up at you. You saw a small flinch from the obscene word, but he remained still. There was another heavy pause.
“Of course, you are more important…” he answered. “Please have pity on Cora. She has…been through much. She focuses on science, not emotions. She told me…She thinks love is a weakness and it’s not!”
“Her love for you?! Her love for you?!” you cried.
You stood up, gripping the table.
“You promised to love me. You said you could be a devoted fiancée, a devoted husband…So the time we spent together was nothing?! The times you danced with me-they were for nothing? My every visit to church and every minute I held my tongue and made myself perfect to become your wife was for nothing!? Your gifts-your kisses and promises and declarations-nothing? What of me! Did you forget- you told me every day you loved me! And I love you, Will! So- is that a weakness? Am I boring?! Am I nothing? Am I nothing to you?! Why is she important and not I? Why is it about her and not I? I’ve known you for years and you now declare to love for a woman you’ve known for four months?! Do you even hear yourself, Will!?”
He frowned and lowered his eyes to the table.
“It wasn’t for nothing, Y/N. I love you…”
You interrupted him.
“Will- you say you love me; you say I am important; you say all of this- but your actions are telling a different story!”
Your voice lowered. You hugged yourself.
“Did you never…. try and resist her? Fight for me? At least try? And did you not think…think to consider…that I’d be hurt?”
This time, he began to tear up a little. But his face remained stoic. He looked off to the side.
“You were dying…. I thought I would lose you forever…and that night, you told me to dance with her.”
Then, suddenly, was a voice in your head. A familiar lilting voice. Too familiar, too like Will’s. But it wasn’t him.
“It’s about time you confronted him, darling.”
You turned around. Was Loki there? Appearing out of the shadows to witness this spectacle? Yet he didn’t appear. Dear God, were you mad?
“No- you’re not mad darling. It’s only your favorite god of mischief here” Loki responded in your head.
“What are you doing?” you thought back.
“Just watching….your thoughts are too loud. Granted, I could be sleeping. But this…this is too interesting.” Loki replied.
You snapped you back to reality, hearing the voice before you.
“You were…you were dying…you were at death’s door…” Will argued.
“But I was still alive, Will! You thought I was implying for you to fuck her?! No! Dancing is not the same as…as…as an affair! How hard is that to understand? I said to dance with her! Nothing more!” you responded.”
Your hands curled into fists. He looked back at you with sad eyes and a clenched jaw.
“Do you…realize what this means? This is more than how you have hurt me-When I marry you, you are my foundation for society. My only means of having the money to survive. You’d be the roof over my head- and for our children if we had them! I cannot scrub floors on my own after I marry you- because every penny and every check they give me will go to you! If you leave me and flee with her, I have nothing to protect me. If you took our children with you- I would never get them back because they’d be your children by law, not mine. I will be dependent on the charity of others all my life, clinging to whatever money you send back. But if you refused to give me one pound to spend it all on Cora-you could legally get away with it! Don’t you realize - this is a threat to my future?!” you cried.
His face softened and he shook his curly head.
“You know I would never do that to you, Y/N…” he replied.
“But you still betrayed me for another woman…is Cora…better than me? Prettier? Superior? What does she have that I lack?” you asked.
He was quiet. He began to blink rapidly.
“You love me…and you told her love isn’t a weakness- so is SHE your weakness?! Or rather-is your love for her your strength and am I the weak one?!” you pressed.
“I…I do love you…but with her I…I…I don’t even have any words to say…” William replied.
You felt your face scrunch up and you felt hot. Then Loki’s Voice rang in your head again.
“You should tell where he could shove his Bible, it would be funny!”
But instead, you took his Bible. You held it, feeling the soft brown cover. It was large and worn from so much use over the years. You then looked at him and the book and back at him.
“One thing disturbs me the most- Do you understand what God himself says about this, Will?! What Jesus said about it? How it’s better to pluck your eye out! It’s a commandment, Will- and you dare break it to sleep with her when you promised yourself to me!? How can you go to the pulpit- how can you represent morality in this town?! How can you look at yourself?!”
You wiped off a tear with your hand and continued.
“I loved you because you were open-minded. You weren’t some fire and brimstone Puritan, but you were kind and spoke of love…now I see you were TOO open-minded if you think this is remotely acceptable!” you cried, the Bible shaking in your grip.
This glass of wine I’m having right now is perfect for this. Maybe I should spare one for you too, hm? Loki quipped.
He eyed the book carefully, then he went up to you.
“I must tell you…I went to church right after this morning and I…I prayed. I prayed in the field too, after… I fell on my knees in the church and prayed to God…”
You felt your mouth curl into a snarl. You then lowered your eyes to the Bible. If this was hysteria, you gave into it.
“You know how I like history. And if I recall correctly-The church of England was started by Henry the Eighth-to throw out his own wife who loved him. His wife of many years. To toss her away like she was dirt for another woman. In that case, you’re a perfect vicar.”
You threw the Bible onto the floor-papers flew out. It broke. William ran over, getting onto his knees on the floor in a hurry. He began to hurriedly pick it back up, putting papers back to where they were.
“Love’s not a weakness, is it Will?!Well- it might not be, but I’m about to make you even weaker!” you snarled.
You gave him a sharp kick to the ribs, and he jumped and groaned in pain from your foot. You wished it was possible to kick his crotch. Yet he still fumbled to get the papers and the Bible.
You then knelt to be on his level, flinging your fists to him. Punching, slapping his beautiful face in a blind fury of the screams and sobs that escaped your throat. He grunted and took some of it, trying to duck what he could while gathering the book. Then he left it and turned to you. Will kept repeating your name, trying to block what hits he could, down on his knees with the floor with you, trying to calm you. It didn’t work.
You glanced at him. The reddish-blonde hair and goatee you once thought- and did think- incredibly handsome. The goatee that tickled the first time he kissed you. The hair that swept in the wind when you walked together. You yanked at his curls to pull it off. He shouted “ah!” and got your arm to stop you. Impulsively, your fingers pinched at the hair of his goatee and plucked at it- trying to rip it out. He let out a cry of pain. Then he grabbed hold of your forearms to keep from attacking him.
“Y/N-Y/N, my love- please!”
“You’re a bastard, Will Ransome! You’re a bastard! A BASTARD!” you shouted.
He finally grabbed your fists. He was so strong, he tried to pull you into an embrace but you pulled away. You felt his large hands become a grip.
“Y/N! I…I love you…I love you so much! Please, Please for-”
He never finished that sentence. You curled up your saliva and spat in his face. He flinched, then released his hand to wipe if off. You jumped up to your feet. You curled your hands into fists as you backed to the door.
“I loved you, William. I-LOVED you. I gave you everything. I was ready to be this perfect, pristine wife for you-your ministry. I was ready to give you my time, the rest of my youth, my energy, my prayers, my devotion, my virginity, my body- everything! Do you know why I made the bargain? So I could live to be with you-to make you happy. I gave you everything. But now I see the truth. …”
“Y/N…darling…I do love you…” he pleaded, still on the floor.
You got closer to the door.
“You don’t want a wife, Will. You want a woman to be a martyr for you. To suck her until she’s dry and has nothing left. All while you won’t give her a drop. No one was forcing you to be with Cora, there was no reason- and you slept with her anyway just because you were bored of me. You were bored. She made your cock hard. And you pitied her little sob story and could think of no alternative of consolation than fucking her. And you never considered, even as I was lying in bed, that I needed you there. That my last moments on Earth could be by you, being loved by you-knowing I Was loved and wanted and valued. It would have been better if I died of consumption, believing you still cared about me enough to put my needs before yours…as I did for you…”
You were crying and you could feel snot running from your nose. Your face was hot. Then you turned and looked into those beautiful blue eyes with an overwhelming fury rising in your voice.
“William, you are a disgrace to the priesthood, to morals, to ethics, to righteousness. You knew very well what your own faith says about this-and you fucked her anyway.”
You turned to open the door. Then returned to look at him as he got up, clinging his Bible and sermon papers.
“Adultery itself is unacceptable But you are more than an adulterer, Will- you’re a hypocrite!”
You slammed the door shut. Then you began running. You knew he’d run after you. You picked up the pace through the dark streets. You were crying. Your lungs burned, but you ran. You never looked at the ocean or the town. Not even a glance to see if he would chase you. You only ran past the streets, right into the forest. Where he couldn’t find you. Where you could be alone.
You heard a bit of his name calling after you, in an echo. You ran to the shadows of the trees. You hid behind a large oak, the sharp bark prickling your fingers. You heard William’s voice.
“Y/N! Y/N! Come back! Y/N! Where are you?!”
Perhaps you should have fled to someone’s house. You should wake up Stella in her bed-for she, best of everyone, would listen more than speak. She would let you cry into her blue shawls. She would hug you and tell you how it would be better. But she was asleep.
You should have ran home. Ran to cry to your parents. Or anyone in town. But you knew what they would say.
“You’re being irrational. Think of how your reputation will be tarnished should you call it off. And what are you thinking? There was no better match for a lady than William Ransome. So, what if he did something? Men are weak to temptation-it’s just the way they are. Don’t make yourself into a martyr!? You should care first for his home and self being peaceful. You must go through with the marriage! It will be a life of stability with a good, moral man. A good, moral man!”
A very good, moral man indeed, you thought.
You sank into the ground. Tears kept pouring out of you. You nestled up against the tree. Trying to savor what warmth you could. Though there was the rustling of leaves and you heard birds and owls. How peaceful it was when your heart was breaking in pieces.
“Please…I need help…I need to get out of here…I can’t face him…I can’t face anyone…I can’t marry this man. I’m trapped, I’m trapped…” you thought.
It became calm. There were crickets in the night. The sound lulled you. Your emptiness from your rage made you exhausted. Before you knew it, it all became black as you curled up in the forest. Leaving all consciousness as you curled up onto the ground by the tree.
Consciousness arrived. It was still dark in your vision. You felt strong arms holding you up against something warm- flesh like. And a voice. A familiar voice.
Had William picked you up and carried you back to town? He would. Damn him, he would. That wonderful, horrible man. You didn’t want to open your eyes to see him. You had no strength. You didn’t feel like fighting back. It was as if the crying had drained you dry. You may as well resolve yourself to your fate. Wife to an unfaithful man. You had nothing in you to fight.
Then you felt movement beneath you- something breathing beneath you. A strong smell. You felt hair bristle you. A brushing of lips- a horse.
But you heard…another voice. Another familiar, light, lilting voice. A woman’s voice.
“Poor Y/N! Thank God! Please…please take care of her! Wherever this Asgard is- take care of her!”
Stella! You realized.
“I shall, fair lady. She will be safe there, you have my honored word she shall,” the male voice holding you replied.
He didn’t talk like Will. Then you realized you did recognize it. Henry the Fifth- or Hal!
“But…why was she here? Poor thing- all alone! Do you know? Did something happen?” Stella asked.
“My lady, I do not know. But you must be glad the god of mischief himself is not here and I am. He is capable of many things. And you understand what his powers could do. Anyone who crosses with him soon regrets it.”
“I...I do…” she agreed.
“Then…then I’m off.”
“Please take care of her!”
“We all shall, dear lady.”
There was a sharp turn, and you heard the whinny of a horse. It began to run beneath you. In only a few seconds, there was a blur of light from your closed eyes. The horse kept running. You weren’t fully there yet, but you could hear things, feel things. It wasn’t time for the bargain yet, but you didn’t care. Darkness overcame you. Before you knew it, it was dark, you felt yourself brought from one pair of arms to another. There was a murmur of voices. Some of them similar. Familiar. Too familiar. An echo. A pebble dropped into the ocean where it rippled. And you were carried.
Finally, you regained enough consciousness to gather that you were in that familiar guest room. You were in Asgard, you realized. In the palace. And right near your bed was Loki. He sat in a chair. A scene you had seen before. The sun was setting there-it was beginning to fall into the purple shadows of night.
“What is it…what’s going on…” you asked.
Loki appeared.
“You ran to the forest and collapsed. You’re in Asgard, Y/N…you’re safe for now…you can process what happened. You can grieve.”
You shook your head.
“You’ll tell me that my grief is excessive…” you said.
“I will say nothing, then.”
“What a challenge for you! But…Will…he…” you began to stutter.
You began blinking. Then you curled up and let the tears fall again.
“He was….everything to me. And now he… My own fiancée. The man I was ready to marry…it’s like he became the serpent and slithered from my side to the bed of another..”
You wiped off tears with your sleeve. You realized you were put into a light nightgown.
“No wonder…Cora’s beautiful and exciting and smart and I’m ugly and boring and nothing…I’m weak compared to her…you can say it, Loki…”
He leaned forward, touching his chin and examining you.
“I will say this- You only look miserable and exhausted…and I did promise you a drink-here. I put the potion mixed with some wine. You need it far more than I right now.”
He handed you the goblet. You took a deep drink. You felt it lull you.
“Get some rest, Y/N. You haven’t slept well in days….”
“H-How…how did you know?” you asked. Taking another sip of the potion.
“Well…in short, darling, I can hear your thoughts. Ever since the bargain, they keep coming to me…”
“Why can’t I hear yours?”
“You should be able to…it’ll take some practice, but you can. But for now…you need to drink your potion and get some sleep, Y/N.”
You cupped both hands around the glass. It was a little bit of red wine, but it was mainly the potion, making the flavor sweeter than normal with some added honey inside. The star marks on your hands seemed a little sore and you rubbed it with your finger. How was it the bargain made you hear each other’s thoughts? Before you could ask, Loki settled the blankets over you. He then walked outside, closing the door with a squeak. As you nestled into the blankets, you heard voices talking in the hallway. Their echoes impossible to ignore.
“So, she’s not a new soldier for this battle? Why her? Wouldn’t the tracker instead be a little more useful?” asked one.
“Don’t be hard on her, Rob. She could be useful. But she should be careful….” Replied another.
“Oh, Jon-don’t push Y/N darling into a battle yet! She fainted in the woods just hours ago! The woman’s distraught!” you heard Loki reply.
“Distraught? What do you mean?” the voice asked.
“Walk down with me, gentlemen, and I’ll explain it in short….” Loki offered.
You heard the footsteps go down the marble hall. Then you could not distinguish any words. The potion lulled you into a deep, blissful sleep.
When you awoke, it was a nice morning. You heard birds- to think you were in a different world and birds still chirruped. Was this the next day? Very likely it was the next day by now in your world, in Midgard. But here, it was morning.
It was Sunday. It would be hard not to think of Will on Sundays.
There was a knock on the door. It was a servant bringing some breakfast. A wooden tray with poached eggs, buttered toast, fresh fruit, and plump sausage links.
“Could I have coffee?” you asked.
The servant blinked.
“What is that?” she asked.
Loki’s voice rang in your head with a sigh.
“Oh, allow me.”
With a whiff of green magic, a blue, porcelain cup with the rich drink appeared on the tray. It warmed your hands as you held it, like a small hug in a cup.
After scarfing it all down, another brought you some clothes. They would be long, flowy robes the blue of a robin’s egg secured with a bronze belt. They were pretty, you had to admit. But you only sat in your room on the chair. Staring out the window. Thinking. Ruminating. Playing the scene that happened last night. Then playing through every memory you had of Will.
There was the time in spring when you played with his dog by throwing sticks for the pet to fetch under the blossoming trees. There was the time he walked around in the muck of the marshes. Mud and dirty got on his clothes and face. So when he returned to town, you cleaned off his face with your handkerchief. The time he proposed, and you through your arms over her broad shoulders and embraced him with a “yes.” Every polite kiss on the hand that scratched from his goatee. Every lovely dance at a party where he looked in your eye as you both moved to swelling string music. Every sermon that you took note of while admiring the grey morning light of the church and on his white robes with green sashes.
Then the letters. The morning in the field. Cora.
Every flash of his black with the small white flap of the collar that made you smile and your heart race with excitement. The sign that he represented God. Now it was something different. Black on white made your insides watery-once he represented God and now, he represented all things bad and wrong with the life. No- not with life-with men.
There was a knock on the door. Loki opened it. You stayed at the chair, turning to him. He was in his usual black and green robes. His blue eyes bright and his face had a gentle frown, rather than the proud, smug smile that was typical of him.
“How are you now? Slept alright?” he asked.
“Hadn’t slept this well in ages….” You answered.
“Do you…need anything, darling?”
“Don’t call me darling. And no.” you replied.
He took a step forward. You feel yourself lean a little back. The sunshine of outside melted its golden light into the room. It illuminated his face. It made the little embellishments on his clothes glow and patches of it warmed your skin.
“If you need anything, let a servant know. Or me.”
“If you can read my thoughts now, why bother asking?” you asked.
“Just to make sure, Y/N,” he said.
You stood up and crossed your arms.
“Why are you even here? Offering all these things, making me coffee in a cup? I know why-only offer nice things to me, so I owe you. To force me to sleep with you. How disappointing-You might be a god, but you’re just like all the other men.”
You turned to look out the window. He let in a deep sigh, his eyebrows briefly shooting up. He didn’t reply at your comment.
“The gardens and libraries and every nook of the library is free for you, should you want them.” He offered. Then he closed the door and left.
You did not feel like talking to Thor. As you passed him, you would only smile in greeting.
“Why-Y/N? What’s the matter?” he asked in his booming voice.
“Nothing, just…leave me alone…” you said, increasing your pace.
You curled up in the library. You grabbed volumes of sad romantic poetry. You read and re-read them to cry and cry your heart out. It was a release. It was something- the sadness that never left you.
I was never enough for Will. I’m not enough for him, for anyone… you kept thinking. When the last rumble of your latest crying session ended, you felt raw. Squeezed out like a wrinkled fruit. You noticed tear stains on the pages of the book. When you looked out the window, you realized how much time had passed. It was either the late afternoon or early evening. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“I’m not in the mood, Loki!” you dismissed.
“I’m not Loki, my lady…” answered a similar voice.
When you opened the door, you saw Prince Hal. He had two silver glasses of what smelled like wine.
“He told me what happened. And I thought dealing with my father was bad.”
He walked inside. He handed you the wine. It’s dry, rich taste was welcoming. As you wiped your mouth, you noticed the deep red stain on your sleeve. The fireplace to the library crackled with a fresh ember. Both of you sat on the chair and sipped your glasses.
“So, it was you who brought me here?” you asked.
“Yes. Loki said he heard your cry for help. Your pain. He didn’t tell me why at the time, but he insisted I go and fetch you. He used his magic to send me there- said you deserved a ‘handsome prince on a horse’ to help you. But that his kind of prince would not be preferable to you. Hence me.”
You nestled into the chair. Hal cupped his goblet with one hand and began to take big drinks of it down.
“You said Loki…he told you what…what Will did…” you prodded.
Hal nodded, you could see an auburn curl fall free from his head.
“Yes. He did, he confirmed.
“And you saw Stella?” you asked.
He blinked rapidly. His eyes went to the corner and then back to yours in realization.
“Ah! The maid? That was her name? To be honest, I think she saw me. She was the first to find you,” he recalled.
“The First? She was in the forest at night?” you asked.
“Not night- the early morning. She was up early- I saw she had a basket for picking berries, as maids do. I heard her cry for help. Twas how I found you. I watched the maid pitifully try to carry you and fail- her delicacy not strong enough to carry you back to safety. You should have seen her amazement upon my steed. I told her who I was and who sent me, and she believed me. Then I could carry you like a babe and set us both on the horse and away. Her gentle heart fretted over you, my lady. I had to assure you many times you would be safe here in Asgard.”
You nodded. For the first time, you smiled at her. At the memory of your friend.
“Stella’s a good friend of mine. I’m glad she found me…” you responded.
Hal finished his wine with a big gulp. You weren’t even halfway done.
“You…you loved your intended. And he hurt you…I cannot imagine what it is to be hurt like that,” he said.
You made no comment, staring at the dark red of your wine in your cup. So dark, that it almost looked black. Hal then leaned forward, half ready to spring up from his chair.
“Perhaps…we should go to a tavern here. We’ll have another drink or two. I’ll tell you how I once scared an old man robbing a lord-get your mind off!” he offered with a smile and a wink.
A tavern. A place with low-lives, drunkards, and street walkers. A place where he would be emboldened with drinking and partying. Hal would flirt with you and smile at you. And then he would offer a room with one bed for the night. And it would not be for sleeping. Will seemed calm. He seemed chaste and appropriate. He seemed respectful of you. He seemed focused on God and his position. But his shaking cock could not lie. If this was how vicars acted, then how would this wild prince be like? No-no you had no taste. No- that was what Hal was after!
“No thank you, Hal. But…thank you for the wine.”
With that, Hal left.
The next two days followed that pattern. You took long baths full of hot water and scented soaps. You walked in the garden, never wanting to talk to anyone-not even Queen Frigga. You went to the library and curled up on a chair watching the fire, mostly to read the sad love poetry and wallow. You cried in every spot. On the garden bench, on the library rug, by a stone column, and on the long, marble steps. You cried in the morning. You cried in the afternoon. You cried at night. You would wake up late at night and begin crying again. You drank wine and stuffed yourself full of every tray of food. But thankfully, with the potion, your sleeping improved. You would awake to orange morning light and the crisp cool of the air of a new day. Refreshed and feeling new energy in you than the heavy weight of insomnia.
On the third day, Loki knocked on the door again to you. You were just enjoying a cup of coffee (the staff of Asgard figured out how to make some especially for you) and looking over the pages of a book you borrowed from the library.
“Y/N…do you want to return home?”
You shook your head.
“No. I can’t. I’m not ready,” you answered.
“But…anything from your home you would like?” he asked.
“I would like…my clothes. And my journal and embroidery from home.”
“You mean-the bustle and all those heavy skirts?” he asked with a curl of his lips.
You gave him a frown, furrowing your brow.
“Yes, my bustle and skirts!” you insisted.
Loki let out a sigh then tipped his head to the side.
“That can be done.”
“Loki…why are you so kind to me?” you asked, folding your arms in a hug for yourself.
Loki shrugged.
“It’s not a good look on the palace to have a guest be unhappy.”
“You sure do seem a little too grateful just for giving you milk,” you replied.
“I am not an ungrateful man, despite what my father will tell you…” he said. You got up from your chair and took a step closer to him.
“Loki…do you…do you know what’s going on back home? I know Stella saw Hal. And Hal told her I was taken to Asgard.” You asked.
“She’s telling them that you were hurt and was sent to Asgard for help.”
“So, they believe her?”
“Of course, they don’t believe her. They believed in a serpent. Now that they have been proven there is no serpent, but there is me, their imaginations are still running. They keep whispering to each other how you were abducted by the Norse God to be his whore. Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not to them-That’s what they believe. Makes for a good story, don’t you think?”
You decided not to ask about Will.
With a flick of Loki’s hand, out came a dress, corset, bustle, stockings, and petticoats and bustle laid on your bed. The dress was one of your own and a favorite of yours for the day- white with green stripes and pink embellishments. With another snap of his fingers, you saw your old journal and your embroidery, thread, and needles were there on the desk.
You smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Ah- I finally get one from you.”
He went over to the bed, observing the clothes.
“The more I look, the less bad I think they are…. your time’s fashion,” he commented.
“They are mine. They are a part of me- and it’s how I like to dress. I, for one, think your Asgardian dress is strange!” you shot back.
He crossed his arms and then leaned against the wall. You noticed a small laugh escape him in just a exhale. But then he flashed a handsome, winning smile.
“Oh- wait until you meet the others. There’s three- the new one dresses right in your era. But the other two of them are dressed strange, I can tell you that!”
You turned up.
“New men?”
“Yes- the new form. We’re all making a circle of each other for support!”
“For your war!”
“The one from your time is busy right now-so he will very likely be late. But the two others- the ones from the future- they will be here today at breakfast. But…I know that you have been taking your meals alone…I don’t wish to bother you,” Loki shrugged. “Like I said, it’s mainly for a meeting. About this little war. The danger to our worlds and all that. But you might as well distract yourself. Unless you’re not ready…”
You got up.
“No…I’d like to meet them, please. Just let me get dressed.” You insisted.
He smiled and then left to give you privacy.
You sighed with relief putting on your own fashions. It felt like missing a part of your skin. You didn’t feel like a creature in a zoo repeating a mindless pattern. No, you were a person. Once you were done, you opened the door. Loki was pacing about. He stopped and smiled at you.
“Here- allow me to escort you…”
Loki offered his arm. You hesitated, then You took it and began to walk with him. He felt warm from being so close. Even the leather of his sleeve was warm. He did smile a small smile but offered no remarks to you. That is, until you finally walked into the dining room. Of course, Hal was there, running a hand through his hair.
“Ah! My lady! You’re right here! You can meet them!” Hal said with a greeting smile.
“Who’s them?” you asked.
As if on cue, in walked another gentleman. He had the same look as them if you saw his face- cheekbones and blue eyes. But his skin was a bit tan, and his hair was short. Blonder than the others. He wore strange clothes- you could see a white shirt with a blue jacket and blue pants that matched. Though he looked at you. He at once went up and shook his hand and smiled.
“Oh- you are out and ready? Are you a guest here as well? The woman from Aldwinter?” he asked. His voice was formal and his manners proper, despite the oddity of his clothes.
“Yes, I am,” you confirmed. Loki let you go from his arm as you approached the gentleman.
“Pleasure to meet you- my name is Jonathan Pine.”
You curtsied and he looked at you in amusement. His hand reached out to shake yours, then it retreated.
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied dutifully.
Loki let out a little laugh. He stayed standing, pulling up a chair intended to be yours.
“Oh, Jonathan! You do have a weakness for beautiful women in need of help!”
Jonathan shot him a look.
“I’m only greeting her, sir,” he said.
“You’re not at work, Jonathan-and no one’s here to watch you. You can finally relax here…” came another voice.
In walked another similar looking fellow. Only he had redder hair that was a touch longer. He wore a white shirt and dark pants and something funny and dark around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up and you saw a watch around his wrist. But something in his pale face and there was a slight sadness in his eye. But he looked up at you and they shone.
“Ah, the new girl!” the stranger said.
He went up and shook your hand. You were a little shocked at the intimacy-touching a man you didn’t know!-but went with it.
“I hear Hal gave you quite a ride the other day. Well, I can give you one too if you like,” he said with a wink.
You felt yourself become hot and flustered and fluttered your eyes down. You even frowned and when your eyes went up you glared at him.
“Sir! Do not speak to me in that way when I don’t even know your name!” you said.
“Oh, please- Robert! You don’t even know her name! Robert, this is Y/N. Y/N- this is Doctor Robert Laing. I promise you, he doesn’t bite!” Loki assured.
“Hard” added Robert with a playful shrug.
With that, the men sat at their seats before the food and you.
Loki swept his arms up. “And now I was told the other would be late- we may begin gentlemen…and lady…”
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Summary: With your head still reeling from your supposedly vivid dream, your husband offers a tempting distraction
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, do not try me I am not the one); oral (f receiving); talks of death [let me know if I missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: a plot twist at the end; special guest star Loki's back
Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Let me help you take your mind off it" and ends at "All better, sweetheart?"
That must be one hell of a dream if you still can't remember literally anything about this life, you thought to yourself, having one hell of a migraine from trying to reacclimatize to your life after last night's dream. It was strange; you'd had particularly jarring dreams before, of course. But they'd always come in fragments, no matter how vivid and real your experiences felt.
And you always prided yourself that you could recognize that you were in a dream, sometimes even wake yourself up if the scene was getting particularly stressful or terrifying.
But your dreams never came with years worth of lived experience. And they didn't stick with you as vividly and as detailed as this did. Where fragments could be connected together so perfectly you could have sworn they were memories.
The hot water of the shower brought you to another unsettling thought. Even if your mind was still adjusting back to your reality, you would think that your body wouldn't have an issue. That muscle memory would kick in and know how to handle something as simple as operating your home's luxurious shower system.
Had something happened to you? Did you lose your memories and your mind put in place that elaborate dream where you and your husband didn't even move in the same social circles, let alone cross paths long enough to have met and fallen in love and built this life together?
The sound of the shower door opening pulled you out of your thoughts entirely, your pulse quickening when Tom placed his hands on your hips, pressing his naked body to yours. He wrapped his arms around you, hands now splayed over your stomach and your upper thigh as he kissed a trail from behind your ear down your neck.
"You're so tense, my darling," he murmured against your skin. "Is your dream still haunting you?"
"I'm having a hard time shaking it off," you confessed, tilting your head to the side and allowing him more access to your neck. When he kissed that especially sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, letting out a soft groan against your skin, you bit your lip to stifle your reaction. A whiny little whimper still slipped out, causing him to press against you even harder.
"Let me help you take your mind off it, my love," he offered, kissing along your jaw and turning your head so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss.
He wrapped his arm around you, holding you securely against him before your knees weakened from him licking past your lips, groaning into your mouth when his tongue met yours. You held on to him just as tight, your hands making contact with slick, toned skin as your husband's hands roamed your body. One hand making its way to cup your breast, capturing your nipple between his fingers, and the other hand traveling lower, teasingly running his fingers up and down your slit.
Well if he wants to help me forget, who am I to say no? Suddenly all your doubts took the furthest possible backseat in your mind and you lost yourself in the moment. In your husband and the increasingly frantic way he moved with you.
You whimpered against his lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his fingers met your clit, tracing tight circles above the bundle of nerves and causing you to grow even wetter between your legs.
He broke the kiss, letting out a shuddering exhale of your name as he moved to press you against the marble wall. "I've missed you so much." His words were rushed, like he couldn't say them fast enough while he feverishly kissed his way down your neck and starting a descent that had you delirious, your mind flooding with memories of salacious trysts in the shower just like this.
As if your limbs had a mind of their own, your hands moved upwards, your fingers closing around the handlebar that was placed too high for anything other than precisely this purpose. Once Tom had sunk to his knees, you raised your leg to place your thigh on his shoulder. It was a well-choreographed dance you knew the steps to far too well.
Steps you'd done a hundred times over. Steps that you knew in your very soul. Even if that elaborate dream still lingered just behind the forefront of your mind, this you knew.
Didn't you?
Your husband gave you no time to mull over the thought any further, your sharp moan of his name piercing through the white noise of the shower once his lips closed around your clit. You gripped at the handlebar tighter, doing your damnedest to keep yourself upright while he alternated between desperate, feverish open-mouthed kisses and slow, savoring licks.
It didn't take long before he brought you to orgasm, your hips jerking against his mouth as he all too gladly lapped up every wave of your release. Your arms struggled to hold on, and he felt it in the subtle shuddering of your body that he was quick to right himself back up on his feet, placing his hands on your hips to hold you up right as you let go.
"All better, sweetheart?" he asked with a teasing smirk, resting his forehead on yours, his thumbs stroking along your skin as you tried to even out your heavy breathing.
You could only manage to nod, your face breaking out in a stupidly blissful grin as you reached over to turn the shower off. "Much better," you said with a contented sigh. "Though I wouldn't be opposed to a little more…distraction later."
He broke out into a hoarse laugh, the sound almost foreign as it came out strained. As if his throat was too hoarse to do it naturally. As if he'd forgotten how to do it, even. "Insatiable as ever," he rasped, capturing your lips in a languorous kiss that had you both groaning into each others mouths when your tongues met, and you could taste yourself on him. "Unfortunately I do have a few calls I must attend to. As do you."
There wasn't really much room for you to protest, the logical and much less horny side of your brain seeing his reasoning all too quickly. Annoyingly too quickly, even.
And the rest of you was far too distracted, your heart melting and your stomach breaking out into butterflies at the tender way he led you out of the shower, wrapping a freshly warmed towel around you before grabbing one for himself. You couldn't help but stop and enjoy the view, watching him go through the dresser with his muscles flexing and relaxing at every minute movement.
You nearly broke into a pout when he eventually slipped a shirt over his head, had it not been for more memories flooding into your mind, this time reminding you which drawers were yours. Just as you were doing up the buttons of the dress you'd chosen, Tom walked over to you, moving your hands away with a soft smile on his face as he fastened the buttons himself.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss over your heart before he did the last button up, then kissed your lips. "I'll see you downstairs, darling. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Just before he walked out the door, he turned to you one last time. "Oh, and before I forget, I found your phone completely drained last night. I have it charging in our study."
The last thing Tom thought he would see when he entered the study was Loki, standing by his desk with an annoyingly knowing smirk on his face. "This is where I leave you, Thomas. You should never have to hear from me again after today."
He walked over to the god, his hand outstretched. "Thank you. For giving me a second life with her. I know it's bizarre and I know that she's not the same Y/N, but for a moment up there, I could have sworn that--" The words nearly felt sacrilegious to say out loud. "I could have sworn that she was…becoming her?"
"Ah, yes…" That wasn't the reaction he expected from the god. Then again, nothing that had happened the last few days was something he expected. Starting with the actual existence of said god in the first place. "Consider it my parting gift."
"What do you mean?"
"I placed a final enchantment on her, to help her acclimate to your universe. Her body will start to remember how to navigate your world, your home. Her mind will know enough for her to return to her work with only a slight learning curve to stand in her way. I realized rather quickly that it would not be fair for me to simply leave her here and expect her to adjust fully into this new life she's now expected to live, and you can only help her so much before her ever inquisitive mind begins to question if her previous life was more than just a vivid dream. The least I could do for her was to figuratively hold her hand through the first steps."
Loki's revelation gave Tom a twisted sense of relief. And hope. That this enchantment would help him to avoid the questions that would inevitably fill him with the guilt of how much he was hiding from you. And perhaps your former life in that other universe would simply remain the remnants of an excruciatingly detailed dream.
He knew he would certainly move the heavens and the earth again just to ensure that your life here, with him, was leagues better than the one you'd left behind. The one you were taken from.
"The final part about this enchantment…I think you'll rather enjoy this," the god said, once again that knowing smirk returning to his face. "These moments of remembrance for her…are unlocked by pleasure. Glean from that what you will. And take care of her."
With that, the god disappeared in a flash of green, as quickly as he'd arrived. Not even a trace of him to be left behind.
It wasn't long before his mind wandered to your time together in the shower, a smile of his own now stretching across his face as he mulled over the details of the enchantment. "By pleasure," he murmured.
He was just about to go back upstairs, deciding that any calls that he had pending for today could very well wait, when the door opened and you peeked your head inside. Once your gaze met his, your eyes glazed over in an instant, the corners of your mouth tugging into a smile, undoubtedly also remembering what had just transpired between you two upstairs.
"You uhh…mentioned my phone was in here," you said, starting to make your way to the other side of your shared study, to your desk. He stepped in front of you, your smile growing wider when he circled his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him instead. "Thought you said we have calls to attend to today," you teased, letting out a giggle just before he pressed his lips to yours.
Tom's only response was to once again have you pressed to the wall, fingers deftly undoing the buttons on the bottom half of your dress before lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him. "All that can wait," he mumbled, lips latching on to your neck and relishing in how you whimpered from his attentions and squirmed in his hold as he started to shuffle his pants down his legs.
There was barely any light illuminating Loki's workroom when he returned to Asgard, the urn containing your late variant's ashes cradled in his arms. Ultimately, he knew that he'd done the right thing in pulling you out of your life of relative obscurity, where it simply was not written in fate's design for you to ever have crossed paths with his variant, let alone have the remotest chance of getting to live out the romance that your souls were quite literally designed for.
And as for Tom, the god knew hauntingly well what happens to iterations of him that would have you taken from them far sooner than either of you ever deserved. He knew how devastating it would be for the mortal man to have to throw out the plans of what life he planned to share with you.
He knew. Because he was living in that miserable reality. "I would rip this multiverse apart to have you with me again," he said in the dark silence, walking over to a display with seven bases, four of which were empty.
The remaining three displayed urns, approximately the same size as the one he held in his arms. He placed the urn of your recently deceased variant on the very center base, pressing his lips to the cold marble.
"Soon, my love, we will be together again."
A/N: Not me lowkey yelling at myself like "Goddammit Ally this entire story was just supposed to be a silly lil thing about the Centrum ad, why'd you let it get like this?" 🤪
Also I'm not sure when I'll get around to building off of the story that I 100% teased at the end there, since right now it's barely even in the concept phase, but there's an idea there…somewhere. 🫢
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Distractions- Chapter 6
Distractions Masterlist
Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston
Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits
When you got up the next morning practically your whole body was sore. Tom was sleeping soundly, so you did your best to muffle your groans as you got ready for work. Every little movement you made hurt. You could tell it was going to be a long day.
At work, you attempted to hide how sore you were, but it didn’t take long for Kaitlyn to notice, at which point you told her you’d gone to the gym for the first time in ages.
Once Tom arrived, he also clearly noticed you were in pain, but didn’t say anything about it until he texted you shortly after leaving your trailer.
...
“Hello, darling,” Tom greeted you that evening at his house, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist and groaned against his chest, causing him to chuckle.
“It’s not funny,” you grumbled into his sweater.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, despite the hint of amusement still in his voice. He gently rubbed your back. “Though, I do hope you aren’t regretting our fun last night.”
You pulled back to look up at him. “How about I let you know after that bath you promised.”
“Fair enough,” he replied, chuckling again. He took your hand in his. “Come on then,” and he led you to his ensuite.
It felt a bit odd, being at Tom’s without the intention of sex, but he insisted, and given how exhausted and sore you were, you weren’t going to say no to a hot man offering a hot bath.
You entered the bathroom to find a steaming hot bubble bath prepared in the large clawfoot tub with several candles creating a soft glow in the room. This man is definitely hoping to get laid tonight, you thought, smiling and shaking your head. Tom didn’t notice, as he was adding more epsom salts to the water. Then he turned back to you.
“I hope the water is a good temp for you,” he said, placing his hands on your arms and softly rubbing his thumbs back and forth. “There is a towel next to the tub and a robe hanging on the back of the door. Take as long as you like, and let me know if you need anything else, okay?” You couldn’t help the puzzled look that crossed your face. “What?” he asked.
“You aren’t going to stay?” you asked, surprised.
“I thought maybe you’d like some peace and quiet to just relax, but I can stay if you like.”
You shrugged and smiled. “I wouldn’t mind the company.”
“Then I’d be happy to stay,” he responded sweetly, before grabbing a small stool from the corner of the room and pulling it up next to the tub to sit. As he did this, you began to undress. After taking off your shirt, you began to feel his eyes on you, despite the fact that you were facing the other way. You turned around as you removed your bra, and sure enough, you caught Tom’s gaze before he quickly looked down at the floor, unable to hide a slight smirk.
“You’re allowed to look, you know,” you told him, giggling a little. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
He looked back up at you and smirked, his eyes wandering to your bare breasts. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on: him sitting there, watching you strip. The moment was quickly ruined however, when you couldn’t help but groan in pain as you bent over to remove your leggings, putting a strain on your aching legs, hips, and back.
Tom’s smile faded. “Let me help you with that, sweetheart.” He rushed over to you and knelt in front of you, pulling your leggings and panties down so you could easily step out of them. Then he stood up, took you by the hand, and helped you into the tub.
You thanked him before slowly sinking down into the tub. You couldn’t help but moan as your body was engulfed in the hot, soothing water. “Ooooh god, yes.” Once you sat down, you stretched your legs out in front of you and leaned back, resting your head on the bath pillow behind you and closing your eyes.
Tom snickered as he sat back down on the stool, leaning an elbow on the edge of the tub. “I take it the bath is satisfactory then.”
With your eyes still closed, you responded with a hum of contentment.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you alone?” he asked with a chuckle.
You lazily shook your head. “Mm-mm.” You heard Tom chuckle again, as well as the stool dragging across the tile until the sound stopped just behind you. Then you felt his large hands slip behind your neck, beginning to massage the sore muscles there. “Fuuuuck, that feels good.”
“If you keep moaning like that, we’re going to have a problem,” Tom teased you.
You giggled as you briefly peaked up at him with one eye opened. “Sorry!”
“Are you though?” he asked skeptically.
“Mostly,” you replied honestly, making him laugh.
After Tom skillfully massaged your neck and shoulders, ushering a few more accidental moans from you in the process, you slowly opened your eyes to look hazily up at him. “Has anyone told you that your fingers are magic?”
“I believe you have once before, but it was for a different reason,” he joked.
“Ha. Ha,” you responded sarcastically, lifting your head as you watched him return to his previous spot next to the tub. “But seriously, would you be willing to do my legs too? Pretty please?” You exaggeratedly batted your eyelashes for the last bit.
“I would be more than willing to, but it would require either you to get out of the bath or me to get in with you.”
“The more the merrier,” you said, gesturing to the water in front of you and flashing him a smile.
He feigned a sigh, as if you’d just assigned him a chore, then stood up and began taking off his clothes. You watched him just as he had watched you, and when he removed his boxer briefs, his dick bounced straight up. You tried and failed to bite back a smirk.
“Well, what do you expect when I have a naked woman moaning in my bathtub?” he said as he climbed into the tub. He settled in so that the two of you were facing one another and sitting between each other’s feet, your legs over his. If you had moved closer, you’d be straddling him, but you knew your body wouldn’t allow it today.
Once he was comfortable, he took your foot in his hands and started kneading his thumbs into the sole. You sighed heavily as you sank further into the water. “So, have you had many naked women moaning in your bathtub?” you teased.
He looked up from what he was doing, while his hands continued their work on the ball of your foot. “You would be the first,” he told you.
You raised your eyebrows out of genuine surprise. “Really?”
“I’m not sure why you’re so shocked,” he said with an amused smile.
You looked at him skeptically. “How am I, out of all people, the first woman to be in your bath?”
“Because you needed it,” he answered as if it was a silly question. “You were in pain, darling.”
“You mean it’s not a ploy for sex?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow and narrowing your gaze.
“Why on earth would it be? You’re in no shape for sex tonight; you said it yourself. I’m only trying to take care of you.”
You thought about what he said for a moment, as you watched him finish massaging one foot and moving on to the other. Then your expression turned quizzical, tilting your head and furrowing your brow. “Was it difficult?”
“Was what difficult?” he asked, confused.
“Escaping from whatever romance novel you came from?”
He laughed as he looked up at you. “Is that a pick up line, or an insult?”
“It’s a genuine question!”
Pausing for a moment, his smile faded in realization. “You’re not accustomed to someone taking care of you just for the sake of it, are you?”
This caught you off guard. “I guess I just prefer to take care of myself most of the time.”
“Why is that?” he asked thoughtfully.
You shrugged. “Because I know what I need more than anyone else and that way I don’t owe anyone anything.”
He stopped massaging your foot and looked at you with pity in his eyes. “Oh, sweet girl,” he began in a soft, kind tone. “Please don’t tell me you believe that just because someone does something for you that you owe them something in return.”
You returned his sympathetic gaze with one of skepticism. “Tommy, I know you’re a romanticist, but that’s just how the real world works. Everything is a transaction, whether it’s intended or not.”
“No, darling, you’ve just been taken care of by the wrong sort of people,” he retorted.
“Okay, you’re not wrong there,” you admitted, thinking back to your parents, as well as your past relationships. “Are you implying that you’re the right sort of person?”
He gave you a warm smile as he picked up your leg again and placed your heel on his shoulder so that he could begin massaging your calf muscles. “I’d like to think so, but you actually have to trust me and let go of this idea that I have some ulterior motive.”
“I’ll try my best.” You smiled back at him before leaning your head back on the bath pillow and enjoying the rest of your massage.
As Tom’s hands made their way up your legs, he inched closer to you in order to reach every inch of your thigh muscles. With one leg draped over his shoulder, the other resting by his hip, and his dexterous digits slowly making their way up your thigh, it was becoming increasingly difficult to try to ignore the erotic charge between your bodies. Doing your best to keep your eyes closed and your body relaxed, you silently wished your pussy wasn’t still aching from the night before. You couldn’t help but picture him slipping a finger inside of you, stroking you, teasing you, until you begged for more…
“Everything alright, darling?” Tom’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.
You lifted your head and looked at him, a dazed look on your face. “Hmm?” was all you managed in response.
“You’re suddenly breathing fairly hard for someone who is supposed to be relaxing.”
“Oh? I, um, didn’t realize,” you replied, flustered. “I think I’m just hot… from the bath, that is.”
He inhaled deeply, as if catching his own breath as well. “It is rather hot, isn’t it,” he agreed, gently taking your leg off his shoulder and backing up to the other end of the tub again. “Why don’t we get out and I’ll go get us some ice water and meet you down in the lounge.” He stood up and stepped out of the tub. Your eyes immediately snapped to his still very erect penis, but you pulled them away, not wanting to get any more aroused than you already were. Then he held out his hand to help you climb out as well. You smiled warmly at each other as you took his hand and stepped out. His smile quickly turned to a look of concern, however, when his gaze dropped to your hips.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, looking down and turning around in an attempt to see what he was looking at.
“The bruises on your hips!”
You leaned to one side and craned your neck to examine yourself. Sure enough, you could see a few very small bruises on either side of your hips. “Oh, I bruise so easily that half the time I don’t even know where they come from,” you told him nonchalantly.
“Unfortunately, I believe these one’s came from me,” he said, looking sincerely apologetic.
You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”
He moved to stand behind you, gently placing his palms on your hips and then eversolightly placed each of his fingertips, one by one, on each little bruise, matching them up perfectly.
“Oh shit,” you breathed.
Tom removed his hand from your hips and moved to stand in front of you once more. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I never meant to–” he began, but he was quickly cut off by your laughter.
“That is so fucking sexy,” you said through your giggles.
He looked at you, bewildered. “Are you joking?”
“Of course not!” You looked down, admiring your bruises like little badges of honor. “It’s a nice little visual reminder of just how hard you fucked me last night.” Your eyes returned to him as your lips curled into a smirk. “It’s also as if you’ve marked your territory, which is incredibly hot.”
He laughed. “You make me sound like a dog! Would you like me to pee on you as well?”
“Ew! Don’t be gross,Thomas!” you scolded him through your giggles, giving him a light shove.
He put his hands up in defense. “I’m not one to kink shame.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “My point is, there’s no need to fuss over a few love bruises, alright?”
“If you say so,” he replied with a smile and a nod, placing his hands on your upper arms. “Now, I’m going to get us those waters while you get dressed.”
“I’ll be right down,” you assured him.
He blew out the candles and left, leaving you to dry yourself off and grab your clothes before making your way into his bedroom. After putting your clothes in your bag, you considered wearing the bathrobe he had hung on the bathroom door, but, feeling a bit cheeky, you decided you’d be much more comfortable in his clothes. After briefly perusing his wardrobe, you decided to slip on his black pullover hoodie and a pair of his boxers, before heading to the lounge.
Once there, you found Tom on the sofa in a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, searching for something to watch. His long legs were bent at the knee and spread wide, a position that drove you wild, and unfortunately, one he seemed to absentmindedly favor. As you stepped down to the sunken lounge and sauntered toward the sofa, you noticed his gaze climb up your bare legs and pause at the large hoodie, before meeting your eyes with a look of playful disapproval.
“You know, for a woman who finds it so cliché, you are quite the clothing thief,” he teased you.
“I am not a thief!” you defended as you flopped down next to him, tucking your legs underneath you.
He raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Tell that to my favorite jumper that I haven’t seen in two weeks.”
“It’s washed and folded on top of my dresser as we speak… I just keep forgetting to give it back to you,” you added timidly.
“Mmhmm.” He smiled and shook his head.
“And I promise I’ll give these back before I leave.”
His brows raised in confusion. “Are you wearing something else of mine underneath there?”
“Just a pair of boxers,” you replied coyly, looking down and then back up through your lashes. “Is that okay?”
There was a flash of excitement in his eyes. He swallowed hard. “More than okay, darling,” he told you sweetly, clearing his throat and quickly turning his attention to the television. A smirk played at the corner of your mouth. Even though you chose to wear his boxers purely for the sake of comfort, you couldn’t help but enjoy the resulting reaction from him, and the fact that he was trying to be good and hide it was surprisingly sexy. You made a note to use this new found turn-on of his to your advantage at a later date. For now however, you were content to simply sink further into the fine leather cushions beneath you and relax your exhausted body.
After some debate, the two of you settled on watching The Jungle Book, a comfort film for you as well as one of Tom’s all-time childhood favorites. As soon as the title credits appeared, you were flooded with a warm wave of nostalgia, causing the rest of your tension to melt away, your body subconsciously leaning closer to Tom’s.
Scene after scene, each of you would occasionally speak the lines just as the characters said them, Tom perfectly imitating their respective voices with ease, and when the first notes of “The Bare Necessities” played on the screen, you both sang along with unmatched enthusiasm, bursting into a shared fit of laughter at the end of the song. Three quarters of the way into the movie however, your eyelids began to feel heavy, the exhaustion from your long day catching up to you. Despite your best efforts to fight it, eventually your temple took its perch on Tom’s shoulder, your eyes falling shut and the sound of the film fading as sleep overtook you.
…
By the time you opened your eyes again, the television screen was dark and you realized you were no longer sitting up. With a throw blanket now covering your legs, you and Tom were lying on the couch together, your head on his chest with your arm around his waist, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. You realized how exhausted you must have been having not recalled this change in position whatsoever. Tilting your chin, you looked up at Tom, looking peaceful as ever, the hand that wasn’t on you was resting above his head on the arm of the sofa, accentuating his bicep which stretched the short sleeve of his t-shirt. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly above his sharp cheekbones while he snored softly, making you wonder if he was dreaming. You smiled to yourself. He was pretty fucking adorable for a fuck-buddy, though you would never admit that to him.
Yawning, you realized you had no idea what time it was. Carefully you dug your phone out of the front pocket of the hoodie you were wearing to look at the time. It was just past midnight. Reluctantly, you sat up and carefully climbed over Tom to get up from the sofa. You thought you might have woken him when you heard him inhale deeply, but he merely shifted to lay on his side, letting out a long exhale once he was comfortable. Thankful that you didn’t wake him, you quietly padded to his bedroom where you changed back into your own clothes and laid his sweatshirt and boxers on his bed. With your bag in hand, you returned to the lounge and knelt next to the sectional on which he was still sleeping.
“Hey,” you whispered, gently placing your hand on his cheek and rubbing your thumb back and forth. Without opening his eyes, he gave an almost inaudible hum. “I’m gonna head home.”
His eyes fluttered open, looking dazed before he rubbed one of them with the heel of his hand. “What time is it?” he asked in a gruff voice.
“It’s after midnight,” you answered, still whispering. “You should go to bed, Tommy boy.”
He yawned before looking at you with his brows knitted together in concern. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
You slid your hand from his cheek down to his chest and shook your head. “I think we could both use some sleep in our own respective beds, but thank you for taking care of me tonight. It was very sweet.”
“Of course, darling,” he slurred as his large hand encased your own and his eyes fell shut once again, immediately falling back to sleep. You stifled a giggle and carefully slid your hand out from under his, pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, and quietly left.
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Friday On My Mind - One Shot (Tom Hiddleston/OFC)
Hello everyone! I'm back with a one shot, because the lovely @finchbaggins is celebrating her birthday today, and I wanted to make it maybe a bit more special for her.
So, check out the one-shot here or under the cut. Thank you for reading, and happy birthday!
Monday mornin' feels so bad Ev'rybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday I feel better Even my old man looks good Wed'sday just don't go Thursday goes too slow I've got Friday on my mind
Gonna have fun in the city Be with my girl, she's so pretty She looks fine tonight She is out of sight to me Tonight I'll spend my bread, tonight I'll lose my head, tonight I've got to get to night Monday I'll have Friday on my mind
Friday on my mind by The Easybeats
Tom and Carla both had become to love Fridays – again. It wasn’t just because this was how they had mad back in the day. ‘Back in the day’ being seven years ago now, when Carla Cookson attended her first class with the famous actor Tom Hiddleston. The attraction had been there from the beginning, but of course the two of them hadn’t acted on it, then. No, that came later, as soon – literally – as she’d graduated.
Their first year together had been tough. Not because they hadn’t been happy. But Carla hadn’t made it, yet. It had been slow, she had questioned every decision she had made before, the only good thing being that it had let her to Tom. And then… then there had been that call on her birthday, a call she could still remember today, because it had given her the first bigger role in her career. And it had started it all.
Now, Carla was sitting in front of a large mirror, a bowl with some green salad, vegetables and chicken in front of her. Eating, before Susie would come in and do her hair and make-up. Huh. She really had someone to do it for her now. Back when she’d done her first roles, it was her own responsibility. It had been small productions, but now… Now she was the lead role, now she had someone to take care of it for her. It was nice, it was relaxing, she was able to concentrate a little more. Not that it got to her head. It was just… nice.
And it was a Friday. She really loved that part, as a Friday meant that Tom would come home from set for the weekend. He was shooting a movie up in Scotland, and while there were planes available, they had both agreed that they could spend these three months like this. It wasn’t the first time they were doing this. Tom had been busy as well, and while she knew they both missed each other, Carla also knew that both of them wanted the other to live their dreams. And at the moment that was still acting. There were so many roles out there for them which they still hadn’t explored.
Carla was happy that a Friday afternoon like this one meant she would come home to their house – she had moved into his London home a bit over a year ago, now – and find not only Bobby but also Tom inside. She smiled. She couldn’t help it, it just happened as soon as she thought of her boyfriend. She shook her head. Ridiculous. She was a grown woman, no need to act like a teenager. She was 39, this wasn’t her first love. But what a love it was.
A knock on her door brought Carla back into the room, startled. “Come in,” she called, still a little distracted, rolling her eyes at herself.
“Hi,” the stage manager Mary chirped. “I’ve got something for you.”
Carla looked at the door, now curious, but Mary was already gone. Instead, the door opened wider, and a head full of brownish curls appeared.
“Hi there,” Tom greeted her, rushing in and closing the door behind him. He grinned, looking a little smug. “Surprise!”
The squeal that escaped her would be embarrassing later, and Carla would never admit to making such a noise. She would admit to jumping from her chair, almost knocking over her salad bowl before placing it on the table, and running straight into Tom arms, this time almost knocking him over.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, face buried in Tom’s chest, before Carla looked up, not giving him the chance to answer as she was already kissing him.
“Hm,” he mumbled. “Right now? Kissing you.”
“Funny.”
“I thought so.”
For the next moments none of them had the time to tease the other, their lips were occupied with kissing, sucking, teasing. And moaning, there was a bit of that as well. At least until Carla moved back slightly, breathing heavily.
“Ugh.”
Tom raised a brow at that. “Thanks?”
Grinning, she hit his chest with her hand. “Not what I meant. You can’t rile me up like that. I’ve got some monologues to remember, and this is really not helping.”
“So, no more kissing?”
“Eh, maybe a little more later?” They grinned at each other, happy to be in each other’s arms. “What are you doing here, though?”
“We finished early today,” Tom shrugged. “And I thought maybe I get to see what you’re up to these days? See if I can make you forget those lines?”
Carla gasped. “Don’t you dare try that! But please, watch. I’d be happy to perform for you.”
“Just on stage, or…?”
“Tom!”
***
Tom had been looking forward to this all week. Ever since he met Carla all those years ago, Fridays had been the days he was enjoying the most. He got to see her, he got to spend time with her, and ever since Carla had become a household name in the theatre Friday nights were the nights he cherished most during the week.
They were able to sleep in on the Saturdays, so often they would go out after a performance. Or – when he was away filming – these nights were the ones they would reconnect. He would come to the set on Mondays with a smile on his face, no matter how shitty or exhausting the previous week had been. She grounded him. He wanted to spend every day of every week like this. Forever. So, he would ask her. Tonight.
Oh God, he was nervous. Not because he was going to ask, or because he didn’t know what to say – he knew he was good with words – and not because he wasn’t sure of Carla’s love. But Tom knew she was independent, highly so. He also knew that she wasn’t keen on doing anything the traditional way, at least not since she’d found her true passion in acting. But damn him if he didn’t love her even more for it. But he wouldn’t force her to be with him in the possibly most traditional way of all. And Tom didn’t know if his heart could handle a rejection.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Carla’s voice came from the direction of the small bathroom that came with her dressing room. Tom startled, but he sent her a – hopefully – confident smile. He got this.
“Good, let’s go!”
She shot him a look that was at least a bit suspicious, but maybe those were just his nerves. “Are we going to the pub? Have a bit of a relaxing late-night meal? Or,” she asked as she came closer and managed to make him so very ready to leave all of his plans behind, with the sway of her hips and the cocky grin on her face, “would you rather we go straight home?”
Oh, he definitely wanted to go straight home. But that would ruin his surprise. “We should go … somewhere, I think.” Another suspicious look, another smile planted on his face. He was acting the hell out of this here. “I’d like to take you out.”
“Is this another one of those surprises I don’t like?”
That did make him chuckle. “In the end you always do.”
***
She did, she really did. Tom knew it, Carla knew it, but it at least made her feel a bit more independent when she fought him on his big surprises for her. Hiding a smile, Carla had gotten into the back of the cab with him, trying to ignore the fact that the driver seemed to know exactly where to go, and by now a confused frown had found its way on her face. This was not the direction she thought they would go. And then the car stopped in front of the RADA building.
“Come on,” Tom urged after paying and tipping for the ride. He took her hand, dragging her along towards the building.
“Did you forget to tell me something?”
It really wasn’t what she expected when they talked about dinner and taking her out. It wasn’t the most romantic place. Plus, there wasn’t any food except for vending machines and the cafeteria which was closed at this time of the night.
“Nope.”
They made small talk all the way through the building – a way to distract her, maybe? Or was Tom nervous? He talked a lot most of the time, but this was excessive even for him. He was funny though, and Carla loved to spend time with him, no matter the amount of talking that came along with it.
Both of them got quiet, though, when they arrived in front of an all too familiar door. They had spent many hours of many Fridays for three years in this place.
“Why are we here?” she asked, noticing Tom fidgeting right next to her.
“I thought we could spend some time here again?” It was more of another question than an answer, but Carla didn’t have time to react to it. Tom opened the door and led her in.
“Tom, I…,” she gasped. His old office that by now belonged to another mentor, Carla suspected, was bathed in candlelight. In the middle of the room there were a table with two chairs, wine glasses, cutlery and plates for two on top of it.
“Would you like to eat dinner here with me?” he asked before she had a chance to realise what was happening. What was happening exactly? “We never got the chance to really do so back in the day.” But they didn’t even make it to the table. Before they could reach it, Tom turned around. “Actually. I need to do something first.”
And then – and Carla knew she probably shouldn’t be surprised, because she’d felt it all evening if she was honest – he was down on one knee.
“Carla Cookson,” he started, smiling up at her, taking on hand of hers in both of his, “every day I thank my lucky stars that you’re the strong willed and confident woman that you are. It made you choose to follow your dreams even when you were unsure about it. And that led you into this room and to me. I can’t and won’t imagine how my life would look right now, if I hadn’t met you the moment I had. It would be sad and boring and oh so quiet. I want your loudness around me, I want your quirks, I want to watch you on stage for the rest of my life, I want to spend my Fridays with just you. Would you let me? Make you my wife? Make me your husband?”
When Tom took out the small box, Carla couldn’t even see him or the ring, tears blurring her vision. But she could nod, and she could get on her knees with him.
“I really need you to say something,” she heard Tom chuckle. “Make this real, please.”
“Yes,” she answered. And her heart burst with love as she realised that she had finally made it. The acting was great, her new life as well, but this meant more than any of that, because it was Tom. “Yes, please.”
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࿐ Intro ࣪
𑣲 Welcome to my proper intro post ! Last one was rushed and kind of non informative so ,, ^^”
໒ My names Levi ! I go by two other names but I’m commonly called Levi - I go by any pronouns and I am 16 ! I will be turning 17 as of November 18th ,, Scorpio btw ;p (everyone just starts throwing tomatoes at me and booing) Girlflux + Lesbian ﹒
Hispanic + Romanian.
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𐔌 I am a commercial photography and graphic design student who is also trying to pursue more so in traditional art and grow to be better at portraits of celebrities (mainly Hozier right now) - I’m trying to practice on family and friends though ;p . I have a passion for instruments also because I like to stress myself out LMMAAO ; as of right now I can play the alto saxophone. I plan on trying to play guitar very soon :)
𐔌 I have many interests ! Right now I’m mainly fixated on Hozier and marvel, the marvel focus is more so on Tom hiddleston and Loki. So I’m a huge fan of Tom’s movies and shows (I have a huge Loki collection :3) ␥
𓆩 I do have many things I’m also interested in such as . . . Musical theatre, pjsk, vocaloid, the walten files, Mandela catalog, Scott pilgrim, Lacey’s flash games, marvel rivals, stardew valley, FNAF, lost media, marvel movies and shows, specifically Stephen kings four past midnight collection . . . ꒱
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Saw Hozier 9.25.24
I’m interested in a fuck ton of musical artists and is always looking for more but, I’ll give you a list of the ones I can remember at the top of my head as of right now ; Hozier, Fiona Apple, Black Pumas, South for Winter, Noah Kahan, Grace Enger, Maneskin, Chappell Roan, Billie Eilish, Fall Out Boy, P!ATD, The Hush Sound . . .
I also collect records !! :)
My carrd remains in my bio on here but I plan on updating soon - (once I stop procrastinating on redoing it) ,, but here’s my socials and where else to find me incase you wanna follow me there ! :3
TikTok - Avengeloki
Discord - Avengeloki
Twitter - Avengedloki
Spotify - Click me ! :3
#hozier#loki laufeyson#marvel#tom hiddleston#pjsk#vocaloid#lacey’s flash games#fnaf#scott pilgram vs the world#andrew hozier byrne#how many is too many tags?#just be my friend#PLEAPDLEPALDPEOLAEPLEASEEE
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My sister shared a picture of Tom Hiddleston and David Tennant together on a red carpet somewhere and it gave me this entire conversation that I'm going to share with you in the order I created it.
If anyone wants to make this a comic with an appropriate bookshop background and the others doing stuff in the background, please feel free, I just ask you to give me credit for the convo xD
Could you imagine the terror of Loki and Crowley in the same place? It would be great at first... like
Crowley : Oh yes, let's do some mischief... We can take down the phone lines, turn out the lights in a few blocks...
Loki: Enslave humanity...
C: Wot?
L: Wot?
Or something like
L: I am Loki Laufyson. Prince of Asgaurd and Lord of Mischief
C: Hiya. Crowley... erm, Serpent of Eden. Hey you have a blonde partner too. Doesn't look like the soft bookish type, what's he do?
L: That's my brother, Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgaurd and Lord of Thunder. Is the little cream puff with you?
C: *rubs back of neck* Well, I mean, he's not with me... I mean, we're not like... he's not mine per se. *drops into mumbling, then says* That's Aziraphale.
(Bit later)
C: I'm just saying don't you think the golden horns are a little too on the nose fo.....
*sudden crash*
Thor: I liked that, another!
C: oh dear, he shouldn't have done that...
*panicked rush across the bookshop to pull a very irate Angel off a VERY confused God*
C: Angel, Angel, I know that was one of your favorite teacups, but we can always miracle it back together... Angel! Put down the FLAMING SWORD ANGEL!
Azi: But I'll always know it was broken!
#david tennant#michael sheen#crowley#aziraphale#tom hiddleston#chris hemsworth#loki laufeyson#thor odinson#good omens#thor#loki
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