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holdmytesseract · 1 year ago

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A Spell To Break?

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to witness Tom posing with another woman for a sexy perfume photoshoot, your insecurities are kicking in...

Warnings: thirst, angst, insecurities, swear words, fluff

Word Count: 4,3k

a/n: I couldn't help myself but to write a part three for this lil' series/AU. 👀 I had an idea and well... This is the result. I hope y'all enjoy it! 😁

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Here's part one and part two of the model!Tom series. This can be also read as a stand-alone fic.

(Credits for the pic goes to @multifandom-worlds )

The day had started so good. Better than the most days. You woke up early - but in your boyfriend's arms, had a nice breakfast, three wonderful photoshoots that morning, and the coffee machine wasn't broken. That was how every work day should be supposed to go. It was a perfect day - until after your lunch break. That was when the dream started to turn in a nightmare...

You had one photo shooting left for the day. A very huge photo shooting, to say the least... A perfume ad - and it was for none other than 'Dolce & Gabbana'. Yes, no joke. After you had landed the Calvin Klein job almost two years back, quite a few other big shoots followed. 'Dolce & Gabbana' was the fifth one this year - and it was July...

And not just that... Quite a few things had changed within those two years. You still worked with your best friend Sam - but she had promoted you and suddenly, you owned this little company as well; were the second boss. Beside that, you had found your soulmate and were in a very happy relationship. Remember that handsome lad with the tattoos and piercings, Tom Hiddleston? The newcomer in the model business? Exactly. You two were a thing now - a big thing.

All in all, you could say that the Calvin Klein photoshoot had turned your life upside down - in the best way possible.

You were in the studio now, setting everything up for the said perfume ad. A green screen, small wind machine and your camera, of course. The clothes your models were supposed to wear, laid perfectly folded on the little table in the corner. Sam had forwarded you the email of 'Dolce & Gabbana's management, so you knew what they wanted and what the setup should be. They didn't want anything super special, but it was definitely... spicy and sexy. A couple on a stony beach, with the sea and waves in the background. Wet hair and clothes; paired up with intimate poses.

You were totally lost in adjusting the camera and tripod, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms sneaking around your waist; big, gentle hands crossing in front of your tummy. You couldn't help but flinch at first at the sudden contact, but when you saw the beautiful, black inked flowers wove around the strong arms embracing you, you relaxed immediately. "Tommy?" You asked; giggling like a schoolgirl, as you felt his lips on the exposed skin of your neck. "What are you doing here?" You heard a deep chuckle rumbling through your boyfriend's chest. "Your humour is truly something else, darling." Uhhh, okay… Now you were a bit confused.

Frowning, you turned in Tom's embrace, hands landing on his white t-shirt clad pecs. His beautiful smile greeted you instantly; alongside those stunning baby blues. "My... My humour? Tommy, I'm afraid I can't follow you at the moment." Tom's expression changed at your words; eyebrows slanting. "Baby, I think we are talking past each other. You asked me, why I'm here. I thought you made a cute, little joke. I'm here because of you." You blinked, "Because of me?" before your cheeks turned red. "You are visiting me at work? Awww, cutie pie, that's so sweet of you!" Tom giggled, but shook his head. "No, darling. I'm here because you booked me for this photoshoot."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I... I didn't book you for this photoshoot. I booked a couple, 'cause the management of 'Dolce & Gabbana' asked for it, so I booked Nicky and Tessa. Not you." Tom was visibly confused now as well. "What? But... But Luke told me I was booked for this photoshoot. Perfume ad. 'Dolce & Gabbana'. And since you were listed as the photographer, I didn't ask further."

Your frown deepened. "That's quite a bit quaint and... strange. Something definitely went wrong." Tom shrugged his shoulders; tongue darting out to wet his lips, bringing his tongue piercing on full display. "Perhaps it was a misunderstanding?" "Could be, yes. But that doesn't answer the question who booked you. Clearly, I didn't, the management neither and Luke had nothing to do with it as well. Who booked you th-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence. The thud of the wooden door to the studio closing shut cut you off. High heels click-clacked over the floor; announcing another person's arrival. And then her voice cut through the air. A voice you hoped you'd never hear again. Not after everything that happened.

"I did. He is here, because I wanted him to be here." Instantly - like struck by lightning, you let go of your boyfriend; eyes landing on the woman with blonde hair, leather skirt and skintight red top; looking as arrogant and tarted up as always...

Ivy. Your former high school best friend. Emphasis on former.

Back in school, you were like the yin and yang to each other. Soulmates. Inseparable. Now? Now you were not even close to what once was. Now, you were enemies. Why? Well...

It all started with you both sharing the dream of becoming a professional photographer. You followed this dream together. Bought your first professional camera together. Applied to various photo studios together. You encouraged each other. Always. For years. At some point, Ivy decided to switch to the model business instead - a decision you supported wholeheartedly. Since both your jobs were quite similar, you kept on helping each other to reach your goals - until that one particular day...

You didn't really know where you both took the wrong path, but suddenly, Ivy distanced herself more and more from you. She became bitter, harsh and especially jealous. Perhaps because you landed a big job first, but who knew? You spent endless nights awake; pondering about why things went as they did. Why you were losing your best friend. What mistake you made to get the ball rolling. You didn't know. You just didn't know. It ate you up inside. So, you decided to confront her - which caused things to escalate and get even worse. You walked in that conversation with the hopes of you and Ivy reunite as best friends. Instead, you walked out as enemies. She hurt you to the bones that day; called you unspeakable things and spat right into your face that you were nothing more than a millstone around her leg. With that, Ivy just moved on, but loved to give you absolute hell once in a while. It was exhausting, but it didn't stop you from reaching for your dream. And then you met Sam. She picked up all your broken pieces and puzzled them back together. She became your best friend - a true friend. Someone you could trust with your life.

They say time heals all wounds - but not the wound Ivy inflicted you. It was a scar so deep; bound to stay forever carved into your soul.

"I-Ivy? What... What are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired woman gave you a spiteful smirk. "What do you think, silly? I'm the female model for this photoshoot." Your face fell. "W-What? But... But that can't be! I booked Nicky and Tessa a-and-" Ivy cut you off with a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, you wish you did, sweetheart. I changed it. Well, my management changed it. They asked me to choose a male model as well and I chose Tom." Now you were even more speechless - and utterly angry. The problem was, that Ivy knew Tom - and Tom knew Ivy. She had casted an eye on your beautiful boyfriend a long time ago, and when he fell in love with you and the two of you got together, Ivy bursted with jealousy. In her eyes, you weren't worthy of the sweet, polite gentleman.

You were quite a bit bewildered and stood in front of your boyfriend and former best friend like an absolute fool. "I-I... B-But this was supposed t-to be a couple photoshoot. Dolce & Gabbana asked specifically f-for a couple..." Your former best friend faked a surprised gasp; "They, uh, wanted a couple for this photoshoot?" and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh... Whoopsies. My bad. I didn't know that. Sorry, bestie. In that case, Tom and I have to make it look very real."

A breathless gasp left your lips at her words and you had to fight hard against the rising bile in your throat. All of a sudden, you felt like absolute shit. She knew. She knew - and did this on full purpose. Only to get her filthy hands on Tom and torture you. What a bitch.

Another bitchy giggle left Ivy's lips. "You don't look well, Y/N. Perhaps you should call it a day, go home and let this photoshoot do someone who can stay professional." That was the point where Tom couldn't just stand by anymore. He had to intervene. And he did. He walked the few steps up to you and placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. The handsome Brit wasn't able to change the situation, but he was able to help you.

"Perhaps you should go and get changed already, Ivy. I'd like to have a moment alone with my girlfriend." Tom audibly underlined the last two words of his sentence, while pulling you closer towards him. Ivy just answered with a fake smile, then stalked past you and Tom; vanishing in the small side room.

"Darling..." Your boyfriend addressed you immediately, once Ivy was out of earshot and took your smaller hands in his bigger ones. "I am so sorry about this. If I would've known I-" You shook your head; interrupting him. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's entirely her fault." "That may be true, but if I would've talked earlier with you about this, I could've prevented it from happening. Now, I'm afraid we both can't change this situation. But I can assure you that this photo shooting is going to be purely professional. I'll do what I have to do, but it won't change anything." You nodded; trying to look confident. Tom knew you better, though. He knew how insecure you were about yourself. Letting go of your hand, he lifted his up to gently cup your chin. "Hey... I love you, sweet girl - and you better know it." Once again you nodded; giving him a small smile. "Love you, too." Tom pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, before he left to the other side room, in order to get changed as well.

Once everyone was ready, the photo shooting could start. You tried your best to stay completely professional; block out everything around you. You'd pull through this shooting like every other shooting - and you did. At some point, you were so focused, that you didn't see your boyfriend and ex best friend standing in front of you and posing together for a quite spicy perfume ad. You saw two clients; doing what they should do, in order to get the job done.

At this point you were confident to believe that you had tricked your mind and dodged Ivy's attempt to fuck you up. Little did you know, that everything would come back at you later...

It had gotten quite late. The photoshoot had taken more time than you had expected. After cleaning up the whole studio and sending Sam home, you decided to edit the photos you had just taken. You wanted to get over with it and move on.

Being still completely convinced of the strong wall you had built up around you, you sat down at your desk, connected the memory card to your computer and opened the program. When the first picture of Tom and Ivy came up, the walls came immediately tumbling down. It was the moment you realised, that these walls had been anything but strong; rather consisted of paper and not solid stone.

It was also the moment it dawned on you, that your mind couldn't be tricked. It had just tricked you into believing you had. How foolish, you thought of yourself. How fucking foolish.

With that, the damage was done. It got the stone rolling - and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You knew it. Your mind had you trapped now, and the bad thoughts - all your insecurities came crashing down on you; invading your system like poison. Every look on each picture hurt you more - and destiny had chosen one of the worst ones to start with...

It had been a picture you had taken towards the end. Scenery: Tom and Ivy were both wet; clothes absolutely drenched with water. Ivy wore nothing more than a scarce, white bikini; showing off everything she got - and Ivy got a lot. Way more than you did...

Tom wore a tight, white tank top, which literally clung to his chest, but also showed off his tattoos and especially nipple piercings. His hips and legs were clad in jeans dungarees - close to those who mechanics wore, but with the straps dangling loosely around his thick, muscular thighs. Of course, they were also wet. Water droplets ran down the skin of his neck, face and arms, causing him to look even sexier.

Ivy wasn't any less sexy. It was simply a fact. And the posture they were in didn't lack sexiness either. Quite the opposite...

Your former best friend stood in front of your boyfriend; literally clinging desperately to his wet body. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, while they gazed each other deep in the eyes. Their heads were close; lips not far from touching. Tom's big hand was splayed out across Ivy's back; fingertips tantalisingly playing with the knot who held her bikini top together. It was perfect - and you hated it. Sure, you had told them to posture like that, 'cause 'Dolce & Gabbana' described something along that, since they had a TV ad which was similar, but nevertheless... It fucked with your brain. And the other pictures on which they were free to posture how they wanted weren't any better... Ivy being as close to Tom as somehow possible; always literally eye fucking him with her lusting gaze and touching him in places only you thought you were supposed to touch him. In one picture her hands were close to his ass - you could tell. Or in another, she was touching his pecs and six pack. Hence, she even had her hands in his hair once.

Watching all the pictures you had taken; it came all crashing down on you. But it wasn't jealousy, who poisoned and fogged up your brain, no... It were your insecurities who kicked in; causing you to fall down a deep, dark hole.

Seeing how utterly perfect Tom looked with a woman who was so much prettier and sexier than you could ever be, planted the toxic thought in your brain that you simply weren't good enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not smart enough. Not loveable enough. You were just you. And being just you didn't apply to Tom's standards. He was out of your league - by miles. What is he doing with a girl like me? you thought. He deserves someone better... Perhaps Ivy had been right all the time. You weren't worthy of such a handsome, loving and respectful man.

You clicked further through the pictures; tears starting to form in your eyes. Since you already were spiralling down that dark path, once thing was triggering another and fear joined the party. Fear of Tom leaving you. Why would he not? You're nobody, the voice in your brain whispered. He could get rid of you so easily. And he would. You were sure of it. One day, he was going to wake up and see. Tears trickled down your face by now, as emptiness spread within your stomach and radiating throughout your whole body, causing you to feel so utterly cold and lonely.

You had lost every sense of time, but you could tell that it was quite late. You didn't care, though. All you cared about was if you should leave Tom before he could leave you, or beg him on your knees to stay. Anyways… It was both pathetic...

By now, you had abandoned your computer and the pictures; said huddled in a corner of the little office and positively crying your eyes out.

Tom, who had waited for you at home for way longer than planned started to worry, of course. Always checking his phone and walking impatiently up and down in the cosy, little apartment you two shared. He got uneasy. You hadn't texted him and you also didn't pick up your phone. What if something happened? He decided to not just sit around longer. He couldn't. So, he grabbed the keys of his bike, alongside his leather jacket and helmet, and swung himself on the vehicle; riding straight to yours and Sam's photo studio.

When he arrived, he saw that no visible light was on in the building, giving him an even more uneasy feeling. The unlocked door didn't quite help. Quietly, he entered the studio; switching on the light. "Y/N?" No answer. "Sam?" No answer. He swallowed hard, but made his way through the studio; checking every room - which turned out to be either locked or neatly cleaned up; ready for the next day.

Tom's heart was literally beating out of his chest, as he went to check the last possible room you could be in... Your office. With a slightly shaking hand, he opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the computer was on and the only thing which casted a small ray of light through the darkened room, was the display of your camera - on which he recognised himself. Small, soft whines and whimpers could be heard, causing him to immediately switch on the light. And then he saw you. Curled up in a ball in the corner. Your body was shaking with sobs. Relieved, that he had finally found you, but nevertheless worried about the condition you were in, he literally threw his helmet aside and ran over to you.

"Y/N!" He said with relief; dropping to his knees beside you, "I thought something had happened to you! My texts stayed unanswered and whenever I called, you didn't pick up... Gods, I was so worried!" and immediately scooped you up in his arms. You let him hug you tightly for a few seconds, bathing in his embrace and how good he smelled, before your brain kicked in again and you started to push him away from you, leaving the handsome Brit confused.

Frowning, he pulled back - like you obviously requested and letting go of you. "Darling? What's wrong?" Tom tried to reach for your hands, put you avoided his touch. It confused him even more. "Love, what- Why are you crying? What happened?" You didn't answer him, but pushed yourself further against the wall in the corner; wrapping your arms around yourself and hiding your face. Your boyfriend tried to connect the dots; figure out what could be wrong - and suddenly it fell like scales from his eyes... The pictures. The photoshoot.

"Y/N..." He spoke your name with his deep, velvety - but hushed voice; addressing you gently. "Is this about the photo shooting I did with Ivy today?" Her name upon his lips caused the tears to fall even more. "Please... My love... Talk to me," the Brit literally begged; tongue playing nervously with his black labret piercing.

You looked then up at him; eyes swollen and red due to all the crying. "Don't... Don't call m-me that..." You whispered; shaking your head. "Don't call you what?" "L-Love... D-Darling..." "But why? You are my love and you certainly are my darling." You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head again. "'M not worthy." Your boyfriend frowned. "Not worthy?" You nodded, "Of your love. Of you." and shed another few tears. "You deserve someone better, Thomas." The way you rolled his full name over your tongue left a bitter feeling behind. It sounded so wrong to him.

"It's okay if you're going to leave me for a woman who is smarter. Prettier. I can't force you to stay. Even if I wanted to. You are free to go." The words caused a stinging pain to shoot through your heart, like you've been just pierced by a knife. Your whole body was shaking; trying somehow to compromise the heartbreak.

Unbeknownst to you, was Tom looking at you like he had just seen a ghost. He was literally speechless; couldn't believe what he had just heard. His heart ached and screamed; suffering with you. "Y/N... How... How can you say something like... like that?" He needed a moment to find his ability to speak again. Tom knew about your insecurities and fears and he had witnessed them playing with your mind more than once, but that... That was a whole other level. He had never seen you like that - and it shook him to the core.

"Why should I ever leave you? I-" You interrupted him. "Because you can't waste your time on me!" "Waste... Waste my time on you?" That was it. He needed to stop this. Shaking his head and reaching out his hands, he slowly lifted your chin with his fingers, before he cupped both your cheeks; gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/N..." He spoke - again, in that deep, velvety voice, which lulled you easily to sleep at night; having such a calming effect on you. "Look at me, please." You did what he asked you to and looked up into his baby blues - which were clouded with tears.

"My sweet, beautiful girl... I'd never... NEVER waste my time on you. Neither would I ever leave you. I don't want somebody else. I don't need somebody else. All I ever wanted is you." Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as you spoke up again. "But-" "No, my love..." Tom interrupted you this time, before you were able to say something bad about yourself again. "Please listen to what I have to say. Don't listen to the voices in your head. They are wrong. I am not out of your league. You are out of my league. When I walked through that studio door, down the hall for the very first time and saw you there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such beauty before. You literally swept me off my feet - and definitely not just with your good looks. You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. I had a hard time playing it cool."

You were still gazing in his eyes, listening to his every word. "It pains me thoroughly to hear how ill you speak of yourself, because you are the prettiest, smartest, sexiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest- Do you want me to keep going?" For the first time since hours darted a small smile over your lips. You couldn't help it. Tom noticed, of course. "Ah! I saw that, my love! I saw that!" He exclaimed like a happy little boy, who had just walked into a candy store.

He smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead. You felt the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. When he pulled back and gazed at you again, you saw that a tear was rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts and I promise you, I'll never leave you. You are enough. You are more than I ever dreamed of." You nodded, trying desperately to believe him. "Are those voices quiet now?" "A-Almost..." He shook his head. "Now, now, we can't have that. I must eliminate them from your sweet, creative mind. I can't keep on letting them poison the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."

Your heart literally skipped a beat at that sentence.

Tom leaned towards you again and kissed you repeatedly on the lips; whispering countless 'I love you's' in between - like a preacher a prayer in the church.

The voices in your head really disappeared and at some point, you broke out into giggles. "Tommy! I-" Kiss. "I need to-" Kiss. "Breathe!" Kiss. "I need to breathe!" Your boyfriend stopped then, chuckling softly and watching how you took a few deep breaths. "Was my mission successful?" You nodded; smiling up at him. "Voices gone?" "Voices gone." You shuffled; moved towards Tom and snuggled into his awaiting arms. "Thank you, Tommy... And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you and-" He interrupted you once more.

"Shush, baby. It's all good." He moved to sit on the floor beside you, then pulled you into his arms; making you sit onto his lap. Tom cuddled you close; not letting go. You accepted his touch and the comforting position; cuddled close and just enjoyed the moment.

"Did you feel that way because of the photoshoot?" Tom asked after a while. You nodded, "Uh.Huh. Seeing Ivy on those pics, having her hands all over you and giving you those 'Fuck me' eyes unleashed the insecurities in my brain." Your boyfriend nodded; interlacing your fingers with his. "I should've said no. I should've known..." You immediately shook your hand, "No, Tommy. You couldn't know. You did your job." and traced the tattoo on his arm with your free hand. "I just let Ivy get into my head..."

You felt how Tom's soft, warm lips pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. "Well, I won't let her do that again, baby."

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lokis-leah · 4 years ago

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He deserved better.

#tom hiddleston photoshoot #Tom hiddleston #sir Thomas sharpe #crimson peak #thomas sharpe x reader #Thomas sharpe #crimson peak edit #Tom hiddleston btw #marvel #loki #loki odinson

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minmiin1d · 6 years ago

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socialfake · 3 years ago

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finally a f*cking masterlist

Hola everyone and welcome to this hell site :) jk

anyways i finally figured out how to make a masterlist and i've always wanted one for my blog so here you gooo hehe

also a little disclaimer: most of these edits are old. i just scrolled though my blog and added them as I went further back so please excuse the horrible layout and the cringy captions or whatever lol plus i really don't know why but somehow i made a couple insta edits for chris evans with his handle as "captainchris" ???? did that use to be his handle? or wtf was wrong with me back then??? weird 16 year old me oof

I hope this helps and maybe some of you amazing people have fun taking a look at my weird edits from 2018

Thank you for your support along the way, i feel so loved lul <3

Dividers by @promenadewithme-graphics

Marvel

Chris Evans missing you singer football, camping and netflix&chill what do you mean, you're me???

Sebastian Stan proud seb a tough day (african female reader) random and cute insta post teaching him how to tango Pregancy II thirsty texts mum's kisses

RDJ supportive dad Jealousy 10 year annivesary

Tom Holland All you need in order to control people is cocaine. Two Avengers travel blogger girlfriend Ireland trip Newspaper singer sister study date That's my girlfriend! right, they're just friends surprise texts when zendaya leaves the room help me hide apodyopsis

Tom Hiddleston Meeting the family wifey's red carpet look

David Mazouz What a Night

Hailee Steinfeld clumsy girlfriend (hailee x female!reader)

Why Don't We

being friends with wdw II

Corby Worby: Hooked II III IV V ballerina girlfriend

Jacky Whacky birthday getaway fortune cookie a date in paris

Granny Danny flirting

5 seconds of summer

5sos + one

Luke Hemmings just friends hotel rooms

Micheal Clifford Dorks

Ashton Irwin Vacation it's official

Random

Romeo Beckham picking flowers secret cuddlers II

Tom Hardy birthday babe

Awsten Knight beach babe

Max Irons photoshoot

Jensen Ackles Anniversary

KJ Apa smiley boy

Noah Centineo hot tub

Harry Holland professional ice skater

Harrison Osterfield Vacay

Shawn Mendes

Your Side of The Bed

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elennemigo · 3 years ago

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1st ✧ Benedict and Claire Foy talk TELOLW with On Demand Entertainment.

2nd ✧ Benedict training and rehearsing with his stunt coordinator for TELOLW: x x x

4th ✧ New project announcement: Benedict will star in Netflix adaptation of Roald Dahl´s The Wonderful Story Of Henry Sugar And Six More, alongside Ralph Finnes and Ben Kingsley.

Wes Anderson set to direct. (Jan 6)

Dev Patel joins the cast. (Jan 7)

5th ✧ Benedict and Claire Foy talk TELOLW with Elle.

✧ Benedict wins Critics Best Actor Awards. (all of them in this section)

North Carolina Film Critics Association.

Society of professional film critics in Oklahoma.

Columbus Film Critics Association. (Also Actor of the Year.)

San Francisco Bay Area Film Critics Circle.

The Kansas City Film Circle.

North Dakota Film Society.

Denver Film Critics Society.

Online Film Critics Society.

Alliance of Women Film Journalists.

✧ TELOLW | Featurette - The Making Of.

7th ✧ TPOTD | Behind the Scenes with Legendary Director Jane Campion.

✧ Jane Campion talked about casting Benedict.

8th ✧ L.A. Times Actors Roundtable: Andrew Garfield, Benedict Cumberbatch, Oscar Isaac, Jared Leto, Javier Bardem & Peter Dinklage.

11th ✧ Benedict interview with W Magazine + Best Performances photoshoot. (Clip)

12th ✧ Benedict Cumberbatch, Claire Foy and Will Sharpe on new film TELOLW.

13th ✧ A new pic of Benedict training surfaced the internet!

✧ Podcast with Benedict recorded in Telluride, recently posted.

15th ✧ How Benedict Cumberbatch Made Phil Burbank Vulnerable | The Power of the Dog featurette.

18th ✧ Benedict Cumberbatch named the honoree of the Santa Barbara Film Festival’s Cinema Vanguard Award, presented next March 9.

19th ✧ Benedict Cumberbatch digs into toxic masculinity in TPOTD - Interview recorded for Fresh Air.

21st ✧ Benedict in a TPOTD special screening hosted by Tom Hiddleston. (event not available) Gallery 1, Gallery 2.

22nd ✧ Benedict Cumberbatch shares what it was like working with legendary director Jane Campion.

23rd ✧ TPOTD | Jane Campion & The Actors | Netflix

24th ✧ Q&A session with Will Sharpe, Benedict Cumerbatch, Claire Foy.

25th ✧ Reframing the West: Behind the Scenes of Jane Campion’s TPOTD.

✧ Benedict interview for Nihal Arthanayake show on BBC Radio 5.

26th ✧ Benedict won the AACTA International Award for Best Lead Actor in Film for TPOTD.

Benedict acceptance speech.

27th ✧ Tom Holland Interviews Benedict Cumberbatch on TPOTD.

✧ TPOTD Cast and Artisans Discuss Bringing the Novel to Life for Variety.

28th ✧ Benedict on toxic masculinity, treasuring the BBC, and his new film TPOTD.

✧ Benedict and Penelope Cruz | Variety´s Actors on Actors.

30th ✧ Interview with Kevin McCarthy for FOX 5 Washington DC.

31st ✧ Benedict showed up unexpectedly in a screening in LA.

✧ New project announcement: Laura Dern, Noah Jupe & Benedict Cumberbatch To Star In Justin Kurzel Sci-Fi Drama ‘Morning’.

❯───｢ FIN ｣───❮

#benedict cumberbatch #benedictcumberbatchedit #benedict monthly #January 2022 #the power of the dog #the electrical life of louis wain #Tom holland #Tom hiddleston #Claire foy #penelope cruz #wes anderson #long post #news #my post #happy New year of Benedict content!! woo!!

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j-j-ehlby-writes · 3 years ago

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Photographer’s Dream (t.h)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: ~7.7k (whoops)

Summary: The reader is a highly sought after celebrity photographer. No one knows her true identity. She gets a call to shoot her ideal client of her dreams, who just so happens to be a man she’s admired for years.

Warnings: Fluff (but is that really a warning?)

A/N: Another oneshot that took over a year to write... finally dwindling my WIP list down.

My Masterlist

“Another fabulous photoshoot makes its debut by none other than the famous mystery photographer herself-”

I exit out of the Gossip magazine’s Instagram story and go back to searching.

There’s another photoshoot coming up and up and I need to find some inspiration for it. There’s not much time and for once, I don’t have anything planned. No theme, no wardrobe, no style of portrait in mind- nothing. It’s like my brain has taken an unauthorized vacation.

I’ve photographed some of the biggest celebrities Hollywood has seen in the 21st century. From Lady Gaga and Beyoncé to Meryl Streep, Justin Bieber and Post Malone to Robert Downey, Jr. and Barack Obama. I even got hired to shoot a couple of the Kardashians. Name a celebrity, I’ve probably taken their picture.

My rise to fame was unconventional. I had started taking pictures of some of my friends, editing them, and posting them. Somehow they caught the attention of Hollywood. They loved my anonymity and how I dressed in a different disguise with every person. No one knows what I truly look like. My career blew up from there.

When I got the call for next week’s job, I almost had a heart attack. I’ve never been more nervous for a shoot before. Hence the total brain fart on creativity.

How do you capture perfection?

Because that’s what he is.

I’ve wanted to take his picture for years but was never given the opportunity to until now. Every idea I ever came up with before now has either been overdone or was too wild. He’s a simple man on the outside with a complicated/complex mind. How do I translate that through a couple of pictures?

Not only do I have to come up with what to do with him, I have to ask designers for wardrobe options for him AND for my disguise for the day. Casual or dressy? Suit or tux? What color? Pattern or solid? There are million different combinations out there! That’s only suits! Casual could be a nightmare!

I step away from technology and breathe.

In and out…

In…

And out.

If I had known doing this could have caused me anxiety, I probably wouldn’t have said yes.

But if I said no, how would that make me look? Awful! There was no way I could have refused possibly one of the nicest and most kind-hearted men in Hollywood.

I know no matter what I decide, I want him to love the finished product. No, I need him to love it.

After sending a quick text to my publicist to contact his team for opinions, I focus on what I could go in. My walk-in closet holds all of my choices for hair. Black bob? Blonde pixie? Beach waves? Red curls? So many options.

My phone starts ringing from the other room.

“What’s up?” I answer to my publicist. She’s the only one who knows me inside and out. Well, she kind of has to. It’s technically her job to know after all. But it’s more than that. She wants to know me in depth. She’s been more of a friend than an employee, and I’ve appreciated it more than she realizes.

“You want his opinion on the shoot?” Her surprise isn’t hidden at all. Yes, it’s strange for me to want the client’s input. I am usually very on top of everything and don’t give anyone else any say. But this guy is different. I want him to enjoy the whole experience, from beginning to end. His opinion means the most to me.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask why? You’ve never wanted anyone else’s opinion- oh my gosh! You like him!”

Yep. I’ve had the biggest crush on my now client for many years now. A hopeless infatuation with a man who would never look at me the way I do him. My friends back home try and say, “You don’t know that for sure, he could surprise you,” and “maybe he needs a woman like you,” and everything else friends are supposed to say. I brush it off and try and change the subject.

When I told them who my next client was, they were beyond excited for me. A million questions were asked to which I had no answers.

A few days went by before we heard back from the client’s team. They were no help at all. Their client said, “Whatever she has in mind will be alright with me.”

…

Bupkis.

The hours following that phone call were spent researching all of the photoshoots he had ever done to eliminate any possible duplicates. All of them were so incredibly sophisticated. He’s almost always in a suit no matter what the concept. He looks immaculate in suits so that’s no surprise at all.

So the question is do I continue the trend or change it up?

My brain immediately says yes to the latter.

Well, more like screams it.

With that, everything comes together in my mind. I call my manager and let her know the plan so she can start making whatever calls she needs to make to get everything together. I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally.

I’m sure this will be exceedingly different for him. It will definitely be out of his normal realm of photoshoots. Although he did something similar in one of his movies, this will be a lot more fun since he doesn’t have a script to go by or follow any directions. The more I think about it, the more excited I get.

The day finally comes and I could not sleep the night before. 50% nerves, 50% excitement. I get to meet the man I’ve been crushing on for years.

I’m setting up my camera when my name was called.

“You haven’t given me your disguise,” my publicist says from the doorway with her phone to her shoulder. I thought long and hard about what disguise I wanted to use to meet this special client. Many ideas came to mind, they were picked and laid out on my bedroom floor for days. I waited for one of them to scream at me “PICK ME!” I wanted the “aha!” moment like I had when deciding what to do for this photoshoot.

But that didn’t happen.

“I’m not doing one this time.” I say back to her before returning to my task.

She hangs up the phone rather quickly before she was at my side. “Are you feeling alright?” She lays the back of her hand on my forehead as if she suspected I was running a fever.

I gently bat it away. “I’m fine, honest.”

“But you’ve never not had a disguise.”

“I’m aware.”

“So, why the sudden change?”

I sigh, “It’s not a permanent change. It’s just this once. Besides, he won’t know that. Like everyone before him and everyone after him, he will assume this”- I gesture to my very casual white long-sleeved t-shirt and cropped high-waist, light-wash mom jeans- “is also a disguise. No one will know any different.” She raises her eyebrow at me skeptically but she accepts it and goes about her job.

I’m informed when he arrives. He’s immediately off to wardrobe though so I don’t meet him yet. It gives me time to make any last minute adjustments before seeing him. After a quick chat with my tech guy, I start taking test shots to get the right lighting. He is fair-skinned so I don’t want to completely wash him out with the current white background. I’ll have to adjust again after… I make many mental notes as I go about my routine. All voices are drowned out as I get into it. All angles must be covered and adjusted. All bases must be covered. After a few back and forths, I finally step back and lower my camera (my tell for being done) feeling satisfied and confident enough to start.

My name draws me back to reality. “I’d like to introduce you to…”

I turn around to finally take in the God in front of me.

Tom Hiddleston.

The God of Mischief himself, dressed in a white V-neck and light-wash loose denim jeans. His long ginger locks are perfectly tousled and slicked back. He’s barefoot as I requested. I’d say he looks like a snack but the whole world knows he’s an entire ten-course meal.

“Wow,” he almost unwittingly blurts before recovering. He holds his hand out to me which of course I take. “It’s an honor to meet you. I’m a massive fan of your work.”

“The honor is mine, really.”

And what an honor it is…

His hand is so warm around mine. I can feel it migrate all the way up through my arm, directly to my heart. His smile and his bright blue eyes are so welcoming, it’s impossible to feel anything else.

The clearing of a throat reminds us that we’re kind of just staring at each other. We retract our hands and get back to business. I explain to him what I want to do. As I do, he never looks away from me. If he does, it’s only for a second. He listens intently and enthusiastically. I have a difficult time getting through it all without stammering and stumbling on my words. His gaze was just so intense, it threw me.

My idea is a simple two-parter. Part one: He will be covering the large canvas behind him with paint until there is as little white as possible. Once that is dry, I will peel off a stencil I have on it to reveal the concept of the photoshoot. All while taking pictures of him. It will be messy, but hopefully it will be worth it.

“Feel free to use whatever method you prefer: brush, roller, hands. We have it all,” I conclude.

“Will you join me?” He asks as he steps up to the canvas.

The blood rushes to my face at his invitation. No one has invited me to help before. To hide the tinge of red in my cheeks, I bring my camera up and take his picture. It was the perfect angle. His body was facing the canvas, his right hand was resting on it and he was perpendicularly looking towards me. It was the best before shot I could think of. I already had the idea of having it black and white except for his eyes.

“If I have to,” I answer him before he begins.

The more pictures I take of him, I find out he did not have a bad angle. I already knew he didn’t, doing this only confirms it.

But as I predicted, he was too tame with the paint. He was deliberate with his strokes. Even though it was most a total turn-on to watch, it’s not what I was wanting.

I instruct him to continue while I put my camera down, I pour some paint into one of the trays, dip the paint brush in it, and step up to him. I run my thumb over the bristles, creating a mist on the side of his face. The blue paint pops against his skin tone. I’m almost mesmerized.

“You need to loosen up a bit.” My voice comes out as a whisper. Don’t ask me why. “Don’t be so controlled. This is meant to be fun.”

“Show me?”

I take his brush and throw both aside. “Bring out the balloons.”

One of my assistants brings out one of the buckets of paint filled black balloons I had prepared for this scenario. I grab one, throwing it gently into the air as if to test it out. He watches me every move with an intensity I’ve seen multiple times in his movies.

Throwing it at the canvas is cathartic. Watching it explode into a bright orange over the green he had been painting with felt even better than I expected.

“Your turn.” I hold one out to him and wait.

He takes it, gently squeezing it before raising an eyebrow at me. I raise one back, challenging him to be very un-Britishlike and loosen up. Then with perfect accuracy, he launches it at the canvas. The balloon pops revealing a very vibrant purple.

“That’s a start.”

We throw a couple more before I decide to kick it up a notch. The blue mist on his face was looking a little lonely…

When his back is turned, I pick up a balloon and swiftly pop it… on his head.

The yellow paint drips down his back. His shoulders tense at the initial impact, but release again once I stand back, I have my camera ready for his reaction.

It was gold. Literally.

The paint had also dripped down his face and over his forehead, even down his nose. The yellow mixed well with his ginger hair, I couldn’t have picked a better color.

But the best aspect of the photo was his face. What I attribute to being the “Loki” smile was plastered across it. Now it will be immortalized forever with yellow paint dripping down his face.

“You have no idea of the war you have just started, darling.”

My heart skips at the simple nickname I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by. I take an “innocent” step back towards the bucket. “Did I though?”- I shrug- “maybe this was my intention?”

He smirks, “Game on.”

Twenty minutes later, we are both covered in paint. The canvas is complete and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Tom really does know how to let loose. He’s the reason I have paint in places no one should have paint. Our white shirts are splattered with all sorts of different colors. Our light-wash jeans are relatively unscathed minus a brush stroke or two and my entire left thigh being covered in red. Tom is standing directly behind me with his hand on my waist as we take a look at some of the shots I’ve taken so far. His neck has a very large white brush mark on the left side and his entire right side (including his face) is purple. I’m trying extremely hard to have a conversation with my editor about some of the pictures, but I can’t concentrate.

Tom’s proximity is both extremely calming and entirely too distracting. The paint is now mixed with his intoxicating cologne. His strong arm that was once wrapped entirely around my middle is just leisurely there like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I call for a break after I get through everything to let the paint dry.

I turn to him, “Now I’m giving you the option to stay like this for the next portion or to get cleaned up. There’s a bathroom with a shower just down the hall.”

“I’m quite alright. I think I’ll keep it.” He runs his fingers through his paint covered hair trying to settle it back to how it was before. However a small piece decided to be a rebel and not want to stay back.

I pull him in front of a white wall and grab my camera. “Close your eyes.” Again, my voice fails to come through. He does as I say. I play with the aforementioned piece of paint-heavy hair and place it directly in front of his purple face. Up close I see some red on his forehead with the blue mist on his left cheek. I’m thankful his eyes are closed so he can’t see the stupid smile on my face. I quickly snap a few more pictures, adjusting the angle a couple times before I had him open his eyes again to take a few more.

“You are a photographer’s dream,” I say while viewing them on the small screen.

“How so?”

Feeling bold, I run my finger over his cheekbones, “These,” then down his jawline, “and this,” before dropping it completely, “and it helps that you don’t have any bad angles. Every picture I take is flawless.”

He chuckles, “Well thank you, darling, but it helps to have an amazingly talented photographer who can capture such moments.” He wanders back over to our masterpiece and takes it all in. I snap a couple more pictures seizing the opportunity to look at his ass through the camera lens. “This is honestly the most fun I’ve ever had at a photoshoot.” He turns around as I snap a picture. “I’m not particularly fond of them altogether, but I’d do this again in a heartbeat.”

“Wow,” I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling like an idiot, “that’s some high praise I’m not sure I deserve.”

“Oh no, you deserve it all and so much more. I’ve seen your other work.”

I glue my gaze to my camera, slightly uncomfortable by his compliments. This is the reason I’m anonymous. I get awkward and don’t really know what to say. I also hate being the center of attention. That’s why I’m behind the camera, not in front of it.

He continues, “Your landscapes and water pieces are breathtaking. You capture the utter beauty Mother Nature has given us effortlessly. Every single time I see one of them I’m even more awestruck.” He finally looks back at me, taking in my unease. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I’ve been waiting to meet you and tell you all of that and how much I’ve loved your pictures.”

The blood rushes to my cheeks once more. He has wanted to meet me?

“I didn’t know what I was expecting, but you’ve managed to blow all of my expectations out of the water by a landslide. I honestly didn’t think this could go any better.”

The more he talked the more I realized he’s rambling. He’s fidgeting and shifting where he stood. If he were wearing his glasses I’m sure he would be fidgeting with them as well as running his fingers through his mane, rubbing his hands down his chest to straighten his shirt out and dewrinkle his pants. The usual poised, calm and collected man was… nervous?

What would he possibly have to be nervous about? It’s not like I’m anything special. I don’t do anything to contribute to society. I’m not a Nobel prize winner or a very well-known and respected actor in Hollywood. I’m just a small town woman whose hobby caught some attention. There’s no reason to be nervous around me. Unless-

No. No way.

When he noticed his rambling, he chuckles to himself and apologizes again and confirms my suspicions. “I’m sorry, but this is like me meeting William Shakespeare or Leo Tolstoy, I’m a big fan.”

“In all honesty, I should be saying all of that to you, I’ve been a fan of yours for years. You were number one on my list of people I wanted to photograph.” He looks away smiling. “So you essentially made my dreams come true. I don’t think there’s any way I could top that.”

“I can prove you wrong.” He locks eyes with me, all hints of shyness gone. Instead, seriousness with a bit of confidence takes over. And loads and loads of charm. He oozes charm from every molecule of his being. That alone gets me to ask-

“How so?”

Okay, maybe more than his charm made me ask, but my curiosity was piqued. If it meant getting to see him again after today, I’m all for it.

Before he could answer, everyone returned from their breaks. I step up to the canvas and test it to see if it’s dry enough. The slight give against my fingertips tells me it’s not completely dry but it’s good enough that it won’t run into the white of the outline of the stencil we’ve painted over.

My assistant brings over the black iron table and chair I want Tom to sit on for this next part and I’m back in work mode. I peel off the pre-taped X on the paint-covered floor for placement of everything. A few test shots were taken before the main stencil was removed. One after one, each feather of rainbow wings were revealed behind the crazy paint. Tom will be sitting in the middle giving him an angelic presence.

As I snapped pictures, my editor started experimenting with filters I might like and showing me for approval. There were so many photos that I will be obsessed with for weeks to come; that are so unbelievably perfect that this may be my favorite photoshoot I’ve ever done. The sharpness of his jawline and cheekbones are a perfect contrast to the background, especially when Tom is in black and white with the colorful backdrop. That turned into one of my favorite pictures of him.

I took so many pictures that I forced myself to stop, otherwise I would have gone for hours on end. I couldn’t help the disappointed look on my face when I knew I had to call “that’s a wrap.” I never wanted it to end.

“Excuse me,” Tom steps up to the tech desk, “could I ask for a few more?”

I look to my editor. He’s just as shocked as I am. “Uh, sure.” I turn back, “what did you have in mind?”

“Could I get a few with you?”

…

If my jaw could hit the ground and my eyes could pop out of my skull, they would.

For years I’ve avoided pictures being taken of me. Group pictures are my least favorite. I have no control over them. Selfies I can manipulate to make it look halfway decent. Even then those are few and far between. Taking pictures of others; showing them how the world sees them; letting them see the inner beauty instead of what’s on the surface. I try to do it with people and nature.

Never has a client asked for a picture with me as a part of the photoshoot. They usually ask afterwards which I have no problem with, mostly because I always have a disguise; I never look the same in every picture. But for someone I’ve admired for years, who has had photoshoots with gorgeous actresses, to want a couple shots with me? It’s unbelievable. Especially with me as I am sans a disguise.

I switch back and forth between my editor and Tom. He seems just as shocked at Tom’s request as I was. He’s been with me for my entire professional career, so he’s seen a lot. He’s been around when some of the most famous people in the business ask for a picture with the infamous mystery photographer. Not once has one asked me to actually be a part of the project in front of the camera.

“Oh, no,” I blurt turning my attention back to Tom, “I take the pictures. I’m not in them.”

“You have the tripod and your remote,” my editor speaks up, “it’d be easy.”

I want to send him a death glare for suggesting that, but I don’t. I scramble to come up with an excuse. “Yeah, but how will I know what they look like? It’s not like I can be the photographer and be in the picture.”

“I think by now I know your eye,” he comes back with completely obliterating my only valid excuse.

My brain tries to think of the positives that could come from doing this with him…

Reason #1: More time with him. If I agree to it, it would mean that much more time I get to spend with a man I’ve been dying to meet.

Reason #2: Taking pictures with him means I’ll get to be super close with him. I don’t know what kind of ideas he might have but I honestly don’t care. Being that close to him and his intoxicating cologne might just be enough reason to say yes to his request.

Reason #3: However slight, there is a chance to get some quality pictures. If he’s in them, they’re automatically going to focus on him and not me. “They” being anyone who might see them.

I so badly want to say no and let my fear of getting my picture taken take over, causing me to run out of this room. However, my desire to stay and spend time with Tom is stronger than my flight response.

Huffing, “As long as my face isn’t in full view…” my editor nods, I turn to my assistant, “Can someone please find my tripod and wireless remote?” I excuse myself to actually find out what my appearance looks like. I only have the smallest inkling based on my paint covered clothes.

The mirror in the bathroom revealed to be much worse than I was expecting. The dried paint is matting my hair into a rat’s nest. There is a rainbow of colors all over my entire person. Handprints from Tom are on my shoulder, back, and side. Splatters of orange and bright royal blue with smears of yellow are in the mix. In other words, I look like a disaster.

Why in the world does Tom want to have his picture taken with someone who looks like a clown barfed on them?

To make myself a tad more presentable, I do what I can to tame my hair at least a bit before going back out there. I don’t wash any paint off. That would ruin the whole thing. If Tom is going to stay the same then I figure I should as well.

My tripod is set up and my camera is already mounted by the time I come back out. Tom is patiently waiting for me and continues to wait while I adjust the aperture and lighting, taking a few test shots so neither of us get washed out in the process.

I turn to him placing my hands on my hips, “So what did you have in mind?”

“Here,” He gently pulls me to his chest. He puts my hands on his chest before wrapping his arms around my waist. His face is obstructing my view of the camera, his mouth just at my ear. My heart sped up at the close vicinity, my palms get damp- I have to tightly grip the wireless remote before it falls out.

My mind goes fuzzy for a minute at his proximity before I press the button. The flash of the camera captures the moment, I can’t wait to actually see it.

He squeezes my sides effectively tickling me. His baritone laugh fills my ears as he buries his nose in my hair. The flash goes off multiple times without me pressing the button. I bury my face in his neck as the flashes continues. I pull back slightly with my back to the camera still.

We lock eyes and suddenly everything else in the room disappears. It’s just us. His are filled with such joy at first, quickly changing to… intensity and intrigue. They sparkle in the light. The blues of his irises pop against his pale skin, ginger locks with all of the paint spattered everywhere.

He brings my right hand up to his lips, never breaking eye contact with me. He places a lingering kiss on my knuckles. I watch his lips completely mesmerized by him. The soft stubble around even softer lips brush against my fingers sending light tingles up my arm… or maybe that was just the effect of his lips alone. His beautiful, long eyelashes brush against his cheeks and linger for longer than a split second- his utter beauty astounding me the more time I spend with him. I’m actually anxious to see how these photos will turn out…

It takes my brain a few moments to register everyone else around us again. Stepping back from him almost felt criminal. The bubble we created popped as soon as our eye contact broke.

We take a few more before he insists on taking one of me in front of the wings. Instinctually I cover my face. When he shows me the picture, I’m amazed at how much I like it. He continues to snap a few more before I snatch my camera back. He throws his arms around my waist, pulling my back into his chest. I take a few selfie-like photos like that.

It’s then that his manager comes in, reminding Tom that he has another engagement to go to soon. Given that he’s covered in paint, he will need to shower before that. Which means he has to leave…

The way his manager is eyeing me in his arms makes me slightly uncomfortable. Tom seems to sense it as he lets go-rather reluctantly, I might add. He clears his throat after turning to me. “It was a pleasure meeting you.” Just like that he’s back to being the professional I know him to be. He holds his hand out to me.

“As I said before,” I slip mine into his, “the pleasure is all mine.”

He lets go and starts to walk away, but comes back, “Could I please have a hug? I’m a hugger.” Before he can even finish his sentence, I wrap my arms around his neck. He sighs in relief into the crook of my neck as his arms lock around my waist. “Would it be too much to ask,” he whispers in my ear before pulling back enough to look in my eyes, “if I could see the finished product before publication?”

My head quirks a little in confusion, my brows slightly furrow. It’s an odd request that I’ve also never gotten before. Most clients trust my vision and want to wait to be published to see the final product.

He must take my reaction to be offended because he rushes to correct himself, “No, no, please don’t think I’m being offensive, that’s not my intention at all. Please forgive me if I’ve offended you. I trust you; I trust that whatever you do will turn out brilliantly. I just…” He seems to get lost in thought or is trying to think through his words carefully before speaking again, “I’d like to see… you… again.” How shy he got within those last few words had to be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen him do. You could see the doubt in his posture- shoulders slightly slumped and yet his spine seemed to tense- as well as hear the confidence wane the more he spoke. It reminded me of a little kid who got their parent the best present in their opinion and nervously explained why they thought it was awesome, only realizing they may not have the same opinion. The dejection fills their entire being, I can see Tom wanting to crawl into himself and hide if I were to reject him.

Which I have no plans to do.

A smile slowly appears on my face at the realization of his words. He wants to see me again. He wants to see me. The butterflies in my stomach are set awry at the thought of seeing him again. I nod, “I think we can make that work.”

The smile that took over his beautiful features was one I wish I could have caught on camera. He hugs me one more time, kissing my cheek before he leaves.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Tom sent his personal contact information to my manager, we’ve been talking just about every day since. He posted an outtake on his social media pages gushing about how excited he was for his shoot. That alone floored me knowing how much he doesn’t use social media anymore. My website crashed with how much traffic it received from his fans wanting to be reminded of his pictures launching.

Speaking of his pictures, they were flawless. Absolutely flawless. That man does not have a single bad angle. Even the ones with me in them, he was perfect. I edited them only slightly- no photoshop. I pride myself on never using it to make anybody have a smaller waist or change someone’s skin to make them poreless a.k.a. unrealistic. Tom needs no photoshopping. It was the most difficult decision I’ve ever made when it came to picking the pictures to post.

However, I didn’t have to make that decision alone. True to my word, Tom and I set up a meeting to go over all of them once I was finished with “my magic” as he called it. He invited me to his house in London when he had a short break from filming. The idea was daunting but I was excited to finally see him again.

He sent a car to pick me up from the airport at my insistence. He wanted to pick me up himself- being the gentleman he was- but I thought it would be better if we weren’t seen together by anyone. Even if no one would be able to recognize me, I was paranoid. Thankfully he understood. He greeted me at the door as soon as the car pulled up. He welcomed me into his home as if we were old friends. He had cleared off his coffee table in his living room so I could set up my laptop, he offered me a cup of tea while I pulled everything up. He was the most hospitable host, always make sure I was comfortable before starting.

Every new slide he saw he had the same reaction, “Wow,” or “Amazing,” and “Each one just keeps getting better.” He was floored by what I had done. He repeatedly complimented my eye and my artistry. He says how he knew they would be great but every one of them has blown his expectations out of the water. I hated and loved all of his positive feedback. I loved it because he was someone I especially wanted to impress. His opinion meant more to me than anyone else’s. The only reason for hating it is because I don’t take criticism well whether it was positive or negative. And I was getting quite a lot of it from Tom.

We got to the last one before he turned to me, “Now, darling, you know how much I love those, but I think you know which ones I’m dying to see more.” He smiles close-lipped like he was begging for something while putting on the charm trying to persuade me to say yes.

I bite my lip and sigh before setting up the second slideshow I knew he would have wanted. This one I was even more nervous about. He would continually ask how these ones were going specifically throughout the last few weeks. He was just as anxious to see them as I was. Not knowing exactly what shot my editor was taking, if any physical characteristics of mine could be differentiated from any other person. It took everything in me that day to relinquish that kind of control. It also took an equal amount of restraint not to delete every single picture with me in it. Tom’s constant nagging stopped me though. He would know if I deleted one, or so he says.

“After this one, we have to pick the finals from the other ones.” I pass him my laptop to go through them himself before excusing myself to go sit outside. I was not about to sit through that one with him. I sat on one of his back steps and watched the gray clouds move across the London sky. I always enjoy coming here. Most people hate how dreary the weather is, but I love it. I feel most at peace when it rains and is overcast. I’ve thought about getting a flat here but I don’t know how difficult that would be.

It’s several minutes before the door opens behind me. “You can come back in, darling.” He holds his hand out for me to take as he guides me back in the house and over to resume our previous spots on the couch.

He sits with me facing the computer which has since gone dark. His thigh is touching mine completely as if he couldn’t bear to be even a hair’s breadth away from me again. He doesn’t let go of my hand as his elbows rest on his knees and I lean my chin against his shoulder.

He reaches with his free hand to wake up my laptop. One of the pictures pops up on the screen. It’s one of the ones he personally took. He managed to get my face before I covered it. Completely candid, which is normally my favorite kind of photo, except when it’s me as the photo subject. He squeezes my hand as he whispers in my ear, “You are so beautiful.”

Paging through some of the other photos of the two of us, he lands on the one that surprised me the most when I was going through them. My editor managed to sneak one of my full-face just before Tom kisses my knuckles. I was in such a trance that I didn’t notice anything outside our bubble. The only picture I could compare it to is the iconic one of the Duchess of Sussex during her wedding to the Duke. The love is extremely evident in her eyes in that moment, it was made clear to all she was marrying the love of her life.

He flips to one more picture. It’s of his face moments before mine. I feel his eyes on the side of my face as I stay glued to his picture. “I only hope you can see yourself as I do.” I spent hours staring at this one, willing myself to see something else other than what I saw: mirrored emotion. Everything I saw in my expression was directly identical to his. Softened eyes, relaxed jaw, mouth slightly ajar forming the most content smile… all I saw was admiration. Deep admiration for who he was gazing upon. My crushed-out brain wanted to call it something else but there was no way it could be anything close to that. Not that quickly at least…

“The fact that you’ve gone without your usual disguise twice now around me has not gone unnoticed. It has allowed me to see your outer beauty as well as your inner beauty through your art and through our conversations.” He stops for a beat. “I’ve found myself wondering after we say goodnight, ‘how did I get so fortunate to be able to see the beautiful, inspiring woman that you are when you hide it from others?’”

I should have known that if anyone could see right through me it would be him. He’s extremely perceptive and intuitive. He’s capable of seeing through layers and layers of walls built by people who don’t want to be seen. He looks deeper to comprehend more than people realize. He saw right through me during our first meeting, yet he still wanted to see more. He’s done so every time we’ve talked on the phone or Facetimed.

I’ve allowed it to happen. I didn’t know why at first. I don’t open up to many people in this line of work. No one really cares to know. From everything I had seen and read about Tom, I knew he was different. I knew I could be myself around him without any fear of judgment. I didn’t need to hide from him to get respect, like I’ve had to for every day of my career. Tom would never base an opinion on me until he met me. He’s nothing like the rest which is why I felt comfortable enough to let those walls down and continue to be myself. I can’t say I’m disappointed that I have.

“I knew you would never judge me, which is extremely rare especially in this industry. And…” My eyes drift away from the screen to meet his intense stare. I swallow down the lump that was forming in my throat. He squeezes my hand encouraging me to continue. His thumb is lightly rubbing the back, sending tingles up my arm. My next words only come out as a whisper, unable to trust my own voice, “…you were the only person I didn’t want to hide from.”

I can’t help but get lost in his gorgeous baby blues as they were locked on mine. The kindest soul lives behind those seas of blues. And right now that soul was questioning why I’ve opened my heart to him. The real question is “why not him?”

Confirming what I already knew, he huskily whispers back, “Darling, you never have to hide from me.”

Overwhelming feelings compel me to do just that so without giving it a second thought I close the small gap between us. It only lasted for a few seconds. My lips pressed to his until I came to my senses. He didn’t even have enough time to react. I pull back and immediately separate myself from him. The entire right side of my body goes cold, instantly missing the warmth his body brought me.

“I’m sorry.” I can’t believe I just did that. How could I have completely lost all composure and flat out kissed him? He is my client! I may have the biggest crush alive on him but I should show a little professionalism while we’re still working together…

He clears his throat, “It’s alright.”

“No, it really isn’t.” I stand, even though my body screams at me to sit back down. “You are my client.” I keep hoping by reminding myself of that it will actually sink in. “I should be professional with a client. Not making house calls or asking for input or breaking the one rule I made for myself…”

My golden rule: Don’t get personal with clients. Be friendly but professional. Give them a memorable experience and then let them go. Don’t get attached. All of this… for years I haven’t had a problem. Until him. He shattered every boundary I set for myself. I’m not faulting him; it’s not his fault at all. It’s 100% mine. I let it happen. I broke my rule because of who he is and my stupid crush on him.

A laugh erupts from me unexpectedly. I may or may not have lost my mind…

“And the worst part of it is I can only blame myself. I knew of my hopeless crush on you before I said yes.” At this point I have no control over what is coming out of my mouth. The filter or brakes I had before have all but evaporated. “You’d think that because of said crush I would have made doubly- triply sure I don’t get personal, that I used the best disguise I could possibly think of. But no… instead I let you see everything I’ve purposely kept inside for my entire career, maybe even longer.” I’m also well-aware that I’m rambling, however I can’t stop myself. “But I couldn’t help myself. You are just so comfortable to be around, even from the beginning. You were so easy to talk to and so kind, my walls sort of just crumbled.”

I groan at the memory of that day. Just with the way he looked at me in that one shot, it set all of my nerves alight, the butterflies in my stomach awry, everything in me screamed at how much it wanted him. “And the way you were looking at me… it was like you could see every part of me; like you could see right through me. Like even if I wanted to lie or hide, you could see the truth. You-” I finally get up the nerve to turn to face him, only to find he was already standing right behind me. He had the same intensity to his face as he did that day, except somehow even more so if that were possible.

His eyes are locked on my lips. My breath is lost as everything I said sinks in. I just admitted to having a crush on him. I could have backtracked and said I don’t anymore had I not just kissed him.

Only a beat goes by before he grabs my face and brings our lips back together. This time he places an open mouth kiss on me like I’ve seen so many times in his movies. His soft but firm lips move against mine like a man starved, like he could no longer hold back. His tongue gently pokes between my lips but is never too intrusive. The passion he puts into his kisses can be felt down to my toes. I never want him to stop, even when my brain is begging for oxygen. I don’t think I could love him more than in this instance.

One of his big hands cradles the side of my face, the other moves down to gently grip my waist before snaking around to the small of my back. He pulls me flush against him. Mine instinctually wrap around his waist and up his muscular back, exploring every inch I could reach, never wanting to let go.

“I see you, darling. For all that you are.” His already baritone voice takes on a whole new bass as he catches his breath.

He rests his forehead against mine as we both try and get our breathing and racing hearts back to normal. Once he’s ready, he kisses my forehead and pulls back slightly to look me in the eyes again. This time I see elation and satisfaction plaguing his features. “… and I’m falling in love with you because of it.”

I swear my heart stops in that moment. The shock of his words nearly knock my knees out from under me, I never dreamed I would ever meet him, let alone hear him say those words directed at me. But this isn’t a dream. This is real life. My real life.

Sighing in relief, I throw my head back, “Oh, thank you!” I stretch to my tiptoes to kiss him again. I wrap my arms around his neck as he sighs happily at the contact and giggles at me.

“Is it fair to assume you’re falling for me as well?” He secures his arms around my waist, keeping me as close as possible.

“Oh, honey,” I playfully scold, “I’m already there.” A smile stretches on his lips nearly making them disappear. “But don’t worry” –I brush my nose against his, letting my own happiness shine as brightly as his- “you’ll catch up.”

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hiddles-evans-hallucinations · 3 years ago

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A secret or two - 1

Summary: Tom and (Y/N) got the chance to meet each other through a friend where they find themselves drowning in their conversations. Both starting to feel like their age difference doesn't feel like anything anymore and could lead to more possibilities.

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

Warning: Age gap, sexaay time.

Note: Here it comeeees!

*gifs are not mine*

You walk into the restaurant where your friend, Diana ask you to meet her after your shoot, no, you're not the model, you're the photographer even though your mom was a top-notch actress at her time, and also because you hate the attention, you're an only child so when you were a kid, you're used on getting a panic attack when the paparazzi's around.

You decided to become a photographer because of your grandfather, he was also a famous photographer before your mom decided to become an actress. You spotted that Diana was sitting with a lot of people, you sigh, here we go, you thought.

"Hi,"

All eyes are on you as Diana squeals. "Now, everyone, the photographer I was talking about is here." your eyes widen, she rolls her eyes as she introduced you to everyone.

You were introduced to quite a few actors and actresses, you feel a knot on your stomach as you take a seat. "What were you working on?" Diana asks and she makes sure that her voice is loud enough so everyone could hear so they could put all of their attention to you.

"I was working with Mulberry for their newest bags."

You gave her a look. "Mulberry?" a voice replied.

You nodded, before you can say anything, Diana interrupts by saying. "You know him, right? Tom Hiddleston? Loki?" You didn't say anything, you just smiled at him as you order a glass of wine.

Diana scoots over, Tom gave her a look, "Get to know her, she'll surprise you." she whispers as Tom scoots to sit next to (Y/N) who jolted when she turns her head and find Tom sitting next to her.

"Oh—" You startled.

"Hello," Tom smiles. "Hi, there, sorry, I'm just very jumpy." you chuckled nervously.

"So, you're a photographer?"

You nodded your head, not knowing how to make a conversation, he smells so so good. "I mean, you know it's not an easy job like people think." you shrug.

"Well, I don't really like it when people take pictures of me, but sometimes I really don't have a choice." you laugh, knowing how it feels, surprisingly a lot of models or actors don't really like it when they are scheduled for a photoshoot.

"I know." you murmur under your breath as you take a sip of your wine.

The night was spent with a lot of talking that when Diana tells you that she's going back to her hotel and asked you to stay, Tom was the one who agreed, taking the call of you staying.

You two were talking about your jobs, and how sometimes life for him can be boring and lacking privacy. Tom thought to himself, who is this girl? Why am I so drawn to her? as he watches you, not breaking any eye contact while you're talking about how growing up was hard because of your mom's fame.

"You didn't like it?"

You shake your head no. "Not even a bit, maybe because I don't really have any plans on being like my mom." you said.

Tom studies you, your lips seem to be his favorite place to land his eyes on.

"I heard that you paint?" he asks.

You laugh, knowing that Diana really got time to tell everyone what you do, who you are, and what you like. "Right, I graduated both in Bachelor of Arts and in Film." Tom tilts his head, furrowing his brows but he's also smiling.

"That's interesting, I guess Diana was right."

"About what?"

He added, "That you're full of surprises." You roll your eyes at him.

"That's not right, everybody could have the same degrees as I am."

Tom nods his head.

"Right."

You look at your watch, it's too late. "I think I have to go." you bit your lower lip.

Tom's heart sinks when he sees (Y/N) bites her lip. He watches her taking a sip of her last wine, gathering her stuff back in her bag. "Why?" the words just slipped out his mouth without his control.

"I have to catch a flight back home tomorrow."

"LA?"

You nod. "Yeah, I mean, I basically live in San Diego, but because of all my work there, I decided to sell my condo and move to LA."

After long minutes of fighting about who's going to pay, I sign the bill and smiled at him. He hands his phone to the waiter and smiles, "Fancy a picture with me?" I throw my head back laughing as he wraps his arm around my waist, scooting closer to me as we smile at the camera.

We walk outside where you waited for your Uber after declining his request to take you to your hotel. "Are you sure you're gonna be all right?" you smile, reassuring him for the tenth time.

"Yes, Tom, I'm always on the run, I can manage."

He looks at you. (gif)

"Okay, I will see you tomorrow." he said opening the door for you, you froze when you noticed what he said. "Tomorrow?" "I believe, we're taking the same flight back to LA tomorrow." your eyes widen, surprised that maybe he's not joking.

"Oh?"

"Yes, oh— my darling."

You shrug it off. "Alright then, let's see if you're not joking."

He closes the door for you as you roll down the window. "See you, tomorrow."

You wake up late and heading straight to the airport, to only find yourself running to check-in. "Enjoy your flight, Miss." you nodded and try to catch your breath.

You look for your seats, not paying any attention to who's already sitting down. You settled your bags and look down to only find Tom smiling at you, you burst out laughing finding him there. "Oh, you're not joking." before you take a seat right in front of him, he whispers something to the woman next to him and she gave you her seat.

"Oh— no, it's—"

The woman just smiled as she moves to your seat. "You need to stop." you said as you sat down, buckle yourself up and turn your head to him as you lean your head back smiling.

"I wanted to sit next to you and you look really cute in that dress, I couldn't resist."

You roll your eyes thinking that you're grabbing whatever it is that your first saw.

A linen short dress, topped with a black ballet shoe.

"Any plans?"

"When we landed?"

He nodded. "Well, I have a shoot right away, we'll get there at two, the shoot is at four so you know, I have to get back to work right away." Tom smiles, trailing his eyes from your eyes to your lips, again and again.

"I was about to ask if you wanted to go out to eat with me."

You chuckle, "I can do it after, I didn't say anything about having other plans afterwards." you said to him.

"I can just come with you to work so that you won't have time to make any excuses to not go to dinner with me."

You laugh at him.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

You turn to him again. "What? You change your mind?" he instantly shook his head no.

"Good."

11 hours later....

The two of you walk out of LAX with your driver's waiting and helping you two out with your bags. "You ready to see me take pictures of naked women?" you laugh as you hop into the backseat. Tom saw a couple of girls and their group taking pictures of you two, he shook his head, Tom's scared that it's going to make (Y/N)'s uncomfortable.

"Ray, did Chloe get my kit this morning?"

Her driver nodded his head. "Yes, Miss, it's already at the set."

She smiles. "Thank you, Ray."

Tom looks around there was no paparazzi in the building, but everyone was greeting him and (Y/N) as they enter the set. A blonde girl walks up to them and says, "Everything's ready, and everyone's eating, have you eat?" Tom stood as (Y/N) was going through pages by pages on what the girl hands her.

"Okay, and Chloe, this Tom, Tom this is Chloe, my production assistant."

Chloe didn't seem to bother looking at Tom like how people usually do.

Tom excuse himself to go to the bathroom as you walk towards the room they give you, just for you, and Chloe makes it clear to Chloe that no one can enter the room without her permission, it's a room wherever you're working that you can have to yourself without any disturbance.

You open your laptop and checked all your kits, looking at the shoot guidelines for the shoot in front of the gigantic mirror in front of you.

Tom walks out of the restroom and finds Chloe, she sighs out of nowhere, "She's in that room." she nods her head to the room across from him.

"Thank yo— " she walks away not giving any glance to Tom.

Tom walks in and you don't even notice. Tom smiles at the view of you leaning forward brows furrowed looking at your laptop. "Hi," he greeted.

You turn around and find him leaning against the door before he closes it and walks toward you. "Hi, please have a seat." you said as you close your laptop and sit on the counter facing him.

"Are you sure you're okay waiting for me?"

He doesn't stop walking to you until he's getting so close. "No, I'll be just fine." and all of the sudden your heart won't stop racing so fast, and you have a hard time catching your breath.

"Do you want me to kiss you or should I just take a seat over there?"

You gulped, not saying anything as he caresses your hair, tucking it behind your ear. "Do we have time?"

You nodded, "Y—yes." "Good."

After a minute of kissing with his tongue tangles with yours, Tom turns you over, raising it just where it stops on your hips as you look at him through the mirror, you watch him study your body his grip doesn't leave your skin as he glances back at you as he unzips his pants and taking off your panties, gripping your behind causing you to gasp.

"Ssh.. we don't want a crowd outside of that door." he said as he slides his finger inside of you, watching you close as he bit his lower lip with only lust on his face.

Tom slides his fingers inside and out as you keep up on your pace of breathing. He thrusts it over and over again, as you shut your eyes, trying not to make a loud sound.

When he finally takes his fingers out of you, he puts them in his mouth, licking every side of his fingers causing you to gulp, and you can't wait any longer, you want him so bad.

Moan erupts from both of your mouths when he's finally inside. He grips your hair, still... not breaking any contacts as he squeezes your behind. "Good girl." he said as he thrusts harder, you moan loudly gripping the side of the counter.

Tom teases you by stopping, you shot your eyes open. "Want me to stop?"

"No."

He slowly thrust inside of you, you tremble as he thrust you harder and faster as you feel all of your cell dances when he's inside and you feel yourself dripping on how wet you are.

"Tom—" you warn.

"Give it to me, baby."

You let out a moan, a loud one when you finish as he follows and pulls out gripping your dress.

"That's my girl." he said turning you over to press his lips against yours.

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holdmytesseract · 2 years ago

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Under Your Spell

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: You're a photographer and just landed a big job. You try to stay professional, but the model you are working with is quite the distraction...

Warnings: almost nudity, tattoos, piercings, thirst, fluff?

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Yep, you read that right... model!Tom... 😏 Well... @multifandom-worlds texted me a few weeks ago and gave me the inspiration for this oneshot. 😁 We regret nothing. 👀

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Masterlist

Part Two -> Still Under Your Spell (written by @multifandom-worlds )

(Credit for the picture goes to @multifandom-worlds 😁)

"Got a new job for you." Sam, your boss turned friend said, making her way over to you. You were currently in one of the studios, cleaning up after the photo shooting you just had. You were a professional photographer, working for a quite big agency. Turning to face Sam, she stood beside you now, grinning broadly. "And a real big one at that." "Sam, if that's another joke-" "This time it's not! I swear! This is real!" The blonde, curly haired woman giggled, lifting her hands in surrender. Sam tended to prank you from time to time, telling you that you've got a big job; hired from someone like Prada, Gucci or even Nike or Adidas. Well, it never was the case... Until today. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at her expectedly. "You might want to sit down, 'cause it's going to blow your mind." "Sam, please, I don't have to sit down, just because-" "Calvin Klein, male model." "Ohhh gods. Okay, yep, yep, I-I need to sit down." Sam laughed, guiding you to sit on one of the stools. You wouldn't say it was one of your biggest dreams to do a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, but it was definitely in the top five. You needed a second to process this, taking a deep breath. "Sam... Really? Like... Really, really? The Calvin Klein?" Your boss giggled, nodding. "Yep, really really. The Calvin Klein." "Wow... This is... wow..." Sam smiled, knowing very well that this was a small dream coming true. "Congrats, sweetie. You deserve this." You returned her smile and couldn't help but to hug her. "When is the shooting? Where? And oh gods, who is the male model? Do I know him?" You had turned from a stunned girl into an excited energy ball within seconds. Sam laughed once more. "Friday next week. I don't know where yet. I'm still waiting for the management to tell me that. And the model... Well, I don't think you know him, 'cause he's pretty new in the business." "Well, who is it?" "Name's Tom. Tom Hiddleston."

Ten days later, you were pacing around the spacious, yet cosy looking room, preparing everything for the photoshoot. You had arrived over an hour earlier, checking on everything twice - just to be on the safe side. You wouldn't want anything to go wrong. Not on such an important shoot. After all, this could be the chance to prove yourself. The stepping stone into a big, successful career as a professional photographer.

You were readjusting the tripod, totally lost in thoughts, when a deep, yet smooth voice brought you back to the here and now. "Hello?" You spun around at the voice, a hairsbreadth away from knocking over the tripod with the camera. "Apologies. I didn't mean to scare you." The voice spoke up again. "It's okay, I-" You turned around without an incident this time, facing the man to whom the sensual voice belonged - and almost fainted right then and there. Before you stood a tall man with deep blue eyes and a charming smile on his face. His blonde-brown hair was short and curled itself in soft waves over his head. His facial features were utterly defined, with a razor-sharp jawline and high cheekbones. A tattoo adorned his neck. From underneath the white shirt he wore, peaked out another black tattoo as well. He was absolutely gorgeous.

You swallowed hard, tried to regain your focus. "S-Sorry, hi. I, uh, was so in thoughts and... You must be Tom, right?" His smile widened a bit, as he stepped closer. "Please don't worry. I should've knocked or something... And yes, I'm Tom." A smile like his could light up the whole world. You were sure of it. Tom stretched out his arm towards you. Your eyes fell to his outstretched hand. He has such big hands, you thought immediately, biting your lip, before you took his kind and polite offer, and watched how his hand swallowed yours whole. "Y/N." "Very nice to meet you, Y/N." You gave the man a smile, trying to cover up your nervousness. "Likewise, Tom." Your hand left his again, and to prevent an upcoming awkward silence, you spoke up again. "Shall we begin?" "I'd love to."

Sam joined you no minute later, informing you and Tom about the details of the shooting, before she went on her way again, leaving you and Tom to work. While the man went into the adjacent locker room in order to get changed - or well, rather half naked (After all, it was an underwear commercial photoshoot.), you checked your camera one last time.

You knew from the first look at Tom, that he was definitely born to be a model, with the breath-taking good looks he had been gifted. But what you saw when he emerged from the locker room, your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. You had expected a lot... But not this. Not what your eyes witnessed in that very moment. Tom was naked, of course, except for the grey Calvin Klein trunks, which sat snugly around his hips... And crotch. You swallowed hard, tried not to focus on this, of course. Like you had already recognised before, he had tattoos - but not just the two you had seen. Oh no... Tom had a lot more. In fact, was almost his entire body covered with tattoos, starting with that tattoo on his neck. Although, his upper body was not entirely covered, but mostly. Flowers climbed all over his torso, starting at the waistband of the Calvin Klein trunks, up his hips and sides, kissing his left pec and spreading all over his shoulders and arms. It looked stunning and utterly beautiful. You understood to 100 per cent, why Tom became a model.

Tom's legs were covered with a few flowers as well. You could see a flower tendril on both legs, winding itself upwards from his ankles over his calves and knees, ending on his muscular, thick thighs. Speaking of muscles... Tom's body was well shaped. You could tell that already by the blue shirt he had been wearing. Biceps bulging underneath the soft fabric. His shoulders were broad and strong and you could definitely see the fade outlines of his abs, forming into a sixpack. That, combined with the smattering of fine hair in between his pecs and down his belly button was enough to almost got you hyperventilating. You had photographed a lot of people by now, but nobody had swept you off your feet like Tom did. Not just because he looked like a prince, straight out of a novel, written by a woman, no... Because he seemed to be such a nice, kind and charming man.

Though, the tattoos and his utter good looks weren't the only things which caught your attention... Although he looked like a sunny boy with all those flowers, he had something to balance out the 'bad boy image'... Piercings. Tom had a black, curved barbel piercing on his left eyebrow. His lower lip was pierced as well with a black labret piercing. You even caught a glimpse of his tongue piercing, when he licked his lips, which got you thinking about how good it would feel to kiss him with those piercings.

And you weren't just talking about the three on his face... Oh no... There was more. When your eyes wandered lower to his chest, you could see that Tom had both his nipples pierced; causing you to almost drool on your t-shirt. For fucks sake, Y/N! You internally screamed at yourself. Get a grip! This is work! Not a strip club! Stay professional! You swallowed hard, "Alright!" and took a deep breath, hoping that Tom didn't notice your wandering eyes and lusting stare. "Are you ready, Tom?" The handsome man rubbed his hands, smiling and nodding. "I am ready when you are." "Perfect. Let's start."

You had prepared something for the shooting, of course, trying to implement your customers wishes and perceptions. On the left in front of the big white screen stood a rather old, almost vintage chair and on the right a pallet, turned bed, with a soft mattress, some pillows and a white duvet. "Chair first?" Tom asked you, pointing towards the furniture. "If you'd like, sure." "Alright." He smiled, walking over to the chair. You repositioned your camera, thinking you'd start with the bed first, but well... In the end, it didn't matter.

"What do you want me to do? How should I position myself?" You instructed Tom to brace himself with one hand against the chair first, making him stand sexy, but chilled. After that, you told him to sit down, but the wrong way round, so that he sat with spread legs on the furniture, facing the back of the chair. He placed his arms casually on said back, bending his spine slightly. You had positioned the old chair to stand a bit skewed, so his trunks were clearly visible. After all, this was an underwear photoshoot. Well, you were glad that your direct gaze was shielded. Unless you probably would've been expired already. Cause of death: Sensory overload.

When you were done with the first item of the photoshoot, you told Tom to move to the bed, which sent a tingle down your spine. You couldn't deny, that photographing Tom in a bed got you quite a bit hot and bothered. This was a whole new level, causing you to lose concentration and focus slightly once again. You literally couldn't take your eyes off him - and luckily you didn't have to. You were supposed to look at him, weren't you? As the photographer?

"What would you like me to do in here?" Tom asked with a smile, referring to the bed, of course. Take off your trunks and then my clothes. Wait, what? You blinked, shaking your head slightly and hoping Tom didn't notice how you were struggling to keep a cool head. "U-Um... Feel free to try any position you like." He did notice. The man wasn't stupid - and you were bad at hiding your visible attraction. A soft smirk graced his lips; feeling utterly flattered. "Okay, whatever you say, boss." He firstly sat down at the edge of the makeshift bed, placing his elbows on his knees, getting into a kind of thinking position. You quickly snapped a few pictures, watching him change into another few positions. After taking another photo, you looked up at him and said something you regretted afterwards. "I like the way you pose, but I think we should do one more. Perhaps one in which the trunks are very good visibly? Kinda... on full display?" Whoops. You realised immediately how sexual this just sounded, causing you to stumble for an explanation. "I-I mean not that, uh, Calvin Klein complains, because their product isn't to be seen, y-you know? S-Sorry…" You added a small, awkward giggle, hoping your cheeks weren't that red. Tom smiled, shaking his head. "No, I understand. Don't worry. You are probably right." Like you said, you regretted saying this, because Tom took this very seriously...

He returned back to the bed and got on it. Placing himself towards the camera, he laid down on his side, propping his upper body up on his elbow, while he spread his legs, placing one foot on the mattress, so that his leg was bend. The trunks were on full display now. And you? You had to swallow very hard, fighting so hard against yourself to not look. Though, you could swear it looked at you first. Shit.

His thick thighs were perfectly outlined by the grey trunks, causing them to even look stronger. The waistband stretched around his torso deliciously, desperately holding on. "Is this position alright?" "U-Um, yes, sure." With shaky hands you took a few pictures, trying hard to stay professional. Why must he be so sexy, though?

The rest of the photo shooting was absolute torturous for you. Knowing that you were allowed to look, but not to touch. Oh and how you would've loved to touch... You were kind of glad when Tom was dressed again, but also very sad at the same time. "It was a great shooting, thank you. You are a very good, talented photographer." You couldn't help but blush at Tom's words. "Vice versa. You're a remarkable model." The man chuckled. "Well, thank you, Y/N. It was a pleasure working for and with you. Hopefully we get the chance to... work together again." He winked at you, causing your knees to almost give in. Gods, why was he like that? "Well, I-I hope so too."

#tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston oneshot #tom hiddleston fanfiction

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nonstoplover · 4 years ago

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nonstoplover's one-shots

about: this is a masterlist for all the one-shots i’ve written for actors, movie and book characters, musicians, occasionally complemented with a second part.

a/n: i’d like to note that i mean no disrespect for the real people, these are only fruits of my imagination.

SEBASTIAN STAN:

☆ those thin bathroom walls | s.s. x fem!reader — this is the story of how in lockdown because of the pandemic Sebastian and (y/n) become shower singing buddies.

.*☆

JENSEN ACKLES:

☆ passing grey clouds | j.a. x fem!reader, age gap — at an 'end of college' party, his negative thoughts regarding their age gap come back and cloud over his head - leaving it to her to chase these clouds away once and for all.

.*☆

DAVE FRANCO:

☆ 36 questions | d.f. x fem!reader — as part of an experiment two complete strangers, Dave and (y/n) have to answer thirty-six question to see if in the end they actually fall in love.

☆ photoshoot | d.f. x photographer!reader — (y/n), an emerging photographer finally gets a chance to have a major photoshoot with someone famous - who eventually turns out to be none other than her favourite actor.

☆ café pt.1 | d.f. x fem!reader — (y/n)’s favourite time of the week is when she goes to her favourite café and enjoys the taste, the scent whilst reading a book. though one day it becomes more than that, when a specific brown haired boy asks to sit down at her table…

☆ café pt.2 | d.f. x waitress!reader — after meeting him, (y/n) doesn’t think much of the man, already feeling the luckiest to have met him. Dave on the other hand truly can’t stop thinking about her, and goes to get her.

.*☆

TOM HIDDLESTON:

☆ suffering from separation | t.h. x fem!reader — after quite a long time spent apart from each other, (y/n) and Tom can’t wait to see each other again, and when they finally do, events swiftly taking a turn only to make it one of the happiest days of their lives.

.*☆

JAKE GYLLENHAAL:

☆ oscars | j.g. x pregnant actress!reader, requested, drabble — after a successful evening at the Oscars, (y/n) and Jake get ready for bed in a love-filled atmosphere once back at home again, memories of the night flashing back.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW:

☆ unstoppable apologies | b.b. x benjamin!reader — Rooster can't find the courage to ask Penny's daughter out, right up until one especially tipsy night when things take a turn.

.*☆

FRED WEASLEY:

☆ all that i need | f.w. x ravenclaw!reader — when the Weasley twins prank the possibly shiest girl of Hogwarts, what they don’t expect at all is her performing a similarly playful, mischievous and very much impressive revenge on them, but oh boy, what a pleasant consequence it leads to.

☆ happily ending catastrophies | f.w. x muggle!reader — Fred is accidentally (and fortunately) at the right place in the right time, and is able to save a muggle girl’s life.

.*☆

MICHAEL CORLEONE:

☆ for the better pt.1 | m.c. x wife!reader — Michael scolds his wife for acting without his approval and things escalate quickly, not quite the way Michael imagined.

☆ for the better pt.2 | m.c. x wife!reader — (y/n) is back to living life alone, and it’s not long until she finds company to divert her thoughts from the fight whilst Michael keeps on trying to find a way to win his wife back.

ZACH HERRON (why don't we) :

☆ it's all an act | z.h. x fem!reader, requested — when Zach’s too nervous to tell her crush how he feels, Jack - fed up with his best friend’s cowardice - pretends to make a move on the girl to get a reaction out of the younger boy.

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mcfiddlestan · 4 years ago

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First Lines

rules: list the first line of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns, choose your favorite opening line, and then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Thanks for the tag, @rabentochter ! <3

*So heads up, these are listed from most recent to oldest, and I didn’t include any of my writing challenge fics (30 Day OTP Porn challenge, 100 Ways to Say ILY).

1. Take A Bow [Loki/Tony Stark, M, 4K, Modern AU: Actor/director]

Loki rushed through the narrow hallway, coughing to clear his throat of the makeshift fog that filled the stage for the final moments of the play.

2. Blank Page (Part 3 of Tony & Loki: Friends & Lovers series) [Loki/Tony Stark, M, 30K, Modern AU]

Tony studied the screen of his brand new Starkphone, reading the address he'd had Jarvis dig up months ago one more time.

3. Black Light Special [Loki/Bucky Barnes, E, 12K, Canon divergent, Post-CA:TWS]

"No, no, no, and no! Not happening! Not here! And did I mention? No!"

4. The Night Before (Life Goes On) [Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, E, 3K, Modern AU]

Bucky laughed.

5. Ghosts That We Knew (Part 3 of the Picture Perfect series) [Loki/Tony Stark, E, 145K, Modern AU: domestic]

Loki Stark was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of lying out in the sun on a deserted island.

6. Stay With Me [Loki/Bucky Barnes, M, 32K, Modern AU: mechanic x grad student]

Bucky closed up the garage a few minutes earlier than he probably should have.

7. Called It (Part 2 of Tony & Loki: Friends & Lovers series) [Loki/Tony Stark, E, 12K, College AU]

"Are you sure your roommate won't mind if I come in?"

8. Can I Bum A Ride? [Loki/Bucky Barnes, E, 8K, Modern AU: hitchhiker]

"…Under fifty-thousand miles ago, before the bad blood and busted radio, you said I was all you'd ever need.…”

9. Don’t Think I Don’t Think About It [Loki/Tony Stark, T, 3K, Modern AU: ex-lovers]

Tony wandered through the ballroom, doing his best to avoid talking anyone.

10. Frosted Iron [Loki/Tony Stark, T, 2K, Canon divergent, fluff]

"Hop on."

11. Lead the Way [Loki/Thor, E, 7K, Modern AU]

Thor stormed into the house, slamming the glass and wood door behind him.

12. What Are Friends For? [Loki and Tony Stark, T, 3K, Modern AU: BFFs/fluff]

Tony awoke with a start, sitting up on his bed, ears pricked, listening for another thump like the one that stirred him from sleep in the first place.

13. Love Was A Four-Letter Word [Loki/Tony Stark, T, 2K, Canon divergent, post-Avengers]

When Tony's eyes shot open, his heart was racing, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

14. Mine (sequel to Wicked Tongue) [Loki/Tony Stark, E, 4K, Modern AU, PWP]

If there was one thing Tony Stark loved, it was a good party.

15. Wicked Tongue [Loki/Tony Stark, E, 5K, College AU, PWP]

Loki didn't know how he let Thor rope him into these things.

16. A Worthy Collection [Loki/Tony Stark, E, 6K, Modern AU: model!Loki, photographer!Tony, PWP inspired by Tom Hiddleston’s 1883 photoshoot]

Tony Stark was a genius with a camera.

17. Empire State of Mind [Loki/Tony Stark, M, 32K, Canon divergent, Post-Avengers]

"You have my phone number, my email, the number of the hotel, the address, the flight number, the time, the—"

18. Come Back to Me (part 2 of the Picture Perfect series) [Loki/Tony Stark, M, 152K, Modern AU: post-college, ex-lovers]

Tony Stark walked into the coffee shop at two forty-five sharp.

19. Dark Side (part 1 of the Picture Perfect series) [Loki/Tony Stark, M, 144K, College AU]

"No, Loki."

20. As Long As You’re Mine [Loki/Tony Stark, M, 4K, Post-Avengers, literally just written after I saw Wicked in London]

Tony Stark was in his lab on this night, seeking comfort in his work after the news came from Asgard that Loki had somehow escaped and was on the run—from Odin and the Chitauri.

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Well, idk about patterns. I seem to flip-flop between detailed hooks and short and sweet ones. But from these I’d have to say my favorite is a tie between “Hop on” and “No, Loki.” Cuz really either of those seem to promise a good time. Am I right?

Tagging: @teadrinkingwolfgirl @incredifishface @incubigirl @friendlybutsarcastic @the-agent-carter @abbessolute @trinityvampire @luninosity @stephrc79 ... if you’re reading this and you’re a writer, you’ve been tagged!

#first lines #tag game #rabentochter #thank you for thinking of me!#frostiron #winterfrost #thunderfrost

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youareinlovees · 5 years ago

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Taylor & Joe in 2016

April – Based on the lyrics to Gorgeous, it’s speculated that Taylor and Joe first met on the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and Vine Street, potentially at The Bowery gastropub.

At the time, Joe was in LA doing reshoots for Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk.

They most likely met through mutual friends, as Taylor spent a lot of her time in LA that spring with Lily Aldridge, Lily is married to Caleb Followill, and Caleb is good friends with Garrett Hedlund, one of Joe’s Billy Lynn co-stars. (x)

The lyric 'flashback when you met me, your buzzcut and my hair bleached’ suggests they met sometime after the 15th, since that’s when she got her hair bleached. (x)

May 2nd – Taylor and Joe both attend the 2016 Met Gala held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

Since Taylor was a co-chair that year, she had to greet all the guests, so we know they definitely talked to each other that night.

Joe was part of the Burberry table for the event (x), having previously attended the 2016 Burberry fashion show earlier in the year. (x)

While in NYC, he stays at the Bowery Hotel. (x)

May 31st – Joe goes to the UK premiere of The Neon Demon. (x)

June 1st – People magazine releases several articles announcing Taylor and Calvin’s break up. (x) (x)

June 7th – Joe attends the Glamour Women of the Year Awards in London. (x) (x)

June 10th – Joe goes to a party in London hosted by the chief executive of Burberry. (x)

June 13th – TMZ reports that Taylor has rented a townhouse on Cornelia Street in New York, whilst her Franklin Street apartment is being renovated. (x) (x)

June 15th – The Sun reports that Taylor is dating Tom Hiddleston. (x)

June 24th - Joe and Gigi Hadid are in Copenhagen for a Vogue photoshoot. (x) (via tillthebattlepickedme)

July 6th – Joe is seen at the Warner Music Group summer party in London. (x)

July 8th - Taylor and Tom fly commercial from LA to Sydney. (x)

According to another passenger on the plane, Taylor plays Scrabble during the flight (presumably on her phone because nobody takes big physical board games on commercial flights and the creepshot of Hiddleswift on the plane suggests she wouldn’t have had anywhere to put the board anyway). In hindsight, knowing how Taylor and Joe play lots of Scrabble together including online Scrabble aka Words With Friends, and how they stayed in touch largely via texting that summer, it’s very possible she was playing against Joe.

(via tillthebattlepickedme)

July 27th – Taylor and Tom go out to dinner in LA after returning from Australia, and this ends up being the last time they’re papped together.

Afterwards, Tom goes back to continue filming Thor: Ragnarok while Taylor flies to Nashville, and then the Hamptons. (x)

August 9th – Taylor moves into the Cornelia Street rental. (x)

August 14th – Tom is seen boarding Taylor's plane in LA. It lands in Rhode Island, and articles are published saying she greeted him at the airport. (x)

August 16th – Taylor’s jet leaves RI for Nashville, where it drops Taylor off, before going to LA. (x) Tom is papped arriving at LAX. (x) He then presumably goes back to Australia to continue filming. (This day is the last time Hiddleswift are in the same place before their breakup is announced on September 6th.)

An interview with Joe for the September issue of Vogue US is released, alongside his photoshoot with Gigi. (x)

August 29th – Taylor is in Nashville for jury duty and writes in her journal that “this summer is the apocalypse.” This could mean that she and Tom broke up during or shortly after their two days together in RI, and she was dreading the public's reaction to another breakup, on top of everything already going on that summer. (x) (x)

August 31st – Joe replies to his drama school friend on Twitter, saying that he’ll see him soon. Since his friend was living in London at the time, this indicates that Joe isn’t in the UK, and is almost definitely in NYC for something Billy Lynn related.

August 31st – Taylor is seen in NYC after returning from jury duty in Nashville (x)

Fans theorise about what might have happened on this day. (x)

(Additional thoughts)

Regardless of the exact date, Taylor later says at the rep sessions that they kept in touch after they first met in spring 2016, met up again later on and things turned romantic. (x)

Unlike on Franklin Street, the Cornelia Street house has a private garage which allows her to come and go without being papped the moment she steps out of her front door. This is why none of the NYC Taylor sightings around this time are on Cornelia Street, and instead all pap pictures are taken outside her gym, outside restaurants, or at the entrance to her Franklin Street apartment. This also explains how she is able to take Joe back to Cornelia Street without them being seen. The Cornelia Street floorplans additionally confirm that the master bedroom is on the third floor, which fits with, 'Third floor on the West Side, me and you,’ in verse 2 of Delicate.

(via tillthebattlepickedme)

Years later, David Aldea who owns the townhouse is interviewed by Inside Edition. He’s asked whether he ever met Joe whilst Taylor was staying there, and he says that “a gentleman never speaks of such matters.”

(It’s similar to the saying ‘a gentleman never tells,’ which means guys should be respectful and never talk about their hookups in detail, so him saying that meant yes he did know they were seeing each other / hooking up, but didn't want to talk about it out of respect for Taylor)

September 2nd – Taylor starts writing Gorgeous in her Cornelia Street rental (x)

Original lyrics: “you’re so gorgeous and I ain’t just talking ‘bout your face, but look at your face / and I’m so curious, your mind got me feeling some type of way, what can I say? you’re gorgeous”

September 6th – People magazine confirms Taylor and Tom’s breakup, stating that it was an “amicable split” (x)

September 6th – Taylor films a video of her writing the chorus of King of My Heart in her Cornelia Street rental. (x)

September 6th & 9th – Taylor’s seen leaving the gym in NYC. (x)

September 14th – Gigi says in an interview with ES Magazine that she and Taylor both have a thing for British guys and "like the British sense of charm" (x)

September 16th – Taylor continues working on Gorgeous at the piano in her Nashville apartment (x)

Original lyrics: “I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us, I haven’t seen him in a couple of months, I go through phases when it comes to love / I’m nothing that you want but I must say, you’re so gorgeous”

“I haven’t seen him in a couple of months / my reputation precedes both of us”

It’s possible that this version was written about them meeting up on the dive bar night, and the boyfriend she hasn’t seen in a while is Tom – since they were most likely broken up but still publicly together.

September 17th – Taylor attends the Music City Wine and Food Festival in Nashville. (x)

On the same day, Taylor continues working on Gorgeous and she changes the lyric to “I got a boyfriend he’s older than us, he’s in the club doing I don’t know what.”

It’s pretty likely that this line is now referring to Calvin, and the song has been reworked to be about Taylor and Joe meeting for the first time back in April.

September 19th – Taylor flies to Max Martin & Shellback’s studio in LA and finishes writing Gorgeous (x)

Taylor also works on the verses and pre-chorus of King of My Heart on the same day. (x)

Original lyrics: “salute to me like the American dream”

(Taylor being an absolute comedian and coming up with the Range Rovers and Jaguars lyric)

A video she later posted to The Swift Life was filmed on this day, where she talks about going into the studio for the first time in a while and starting TS6 (x)

“I’m going into the studio, I’m starting the next album, aaahh I’m so excited! I haven’t been working, I’ve been out of work, I’m going back to work, so excited!”

September 19th – Joe and Cara both attend a Burberry fashion show in London. (x) (x)

September 20th – Taylor writes the bridge of King of My Heart at her house in LA (x)

September 21st – Taylor records King of My Heart at Max & Shellback’s studio (x)

September 27th – Taylor has dinner at the Waverly Inn in NYC with Cara, Jack, Lorde, Suki Waterhouse and Sienna Miller. (x)

It’s possible that this was the night the Cruel Summer bridge happened. (x)

As far as we know, there’s three *significant* events that happened in summer-fall 2016 – the dive bar night, the cruel summer outburst and the conversation on the roof where they get serious and decide to run away to London.

Because the dive bar night was at the end of August and the roof conversation in November, ~he looks up grinning like a devil~ would’ve happened between those two events. Personally, I’m convinced it’s related to their anniversary, so it might’ve happened the night before and then they got exclusive the next morning.

The Lover prologue says Cruel Summer is about “confessions of love on a drunken night out.” (Further thoughts on this here and here)

Since Joe was papped leaving the Bowery Hotel in May, it's likely that he also stayed there for Billy Lynn promo / whenever he was in NYC all through spring-fall 2016.

Interestingly, the Waverly Inn is a 7 minute drive from the Bowery Hotel, so she could’ve easily gone to meet up with him after dinner.

September 28th – Taylor and Joe officially start dating. (x) (x)

September/October – In 2021 Deuxmoi posted this:

Since it’s an old submission from their inbox that was found by searching the keyword ‘Bowery,’ there’s no way of knowing when it was first sent, or whether it’s actually reliable (but it’s fun to believe anyway).

On the other hand, we know Taylor was hanging out with Gigi during this time - maybe they went to the Bowery when they were out together on the 12th September, which would also fit with that being the first time the submitter saw Taylor at the bar there. The last paragraph also reminds me of So It Goes… ('come here dressed in black now’) although that doesn’t really prove anything since the song came out long before this submission was written.

via tillthebattlepickedme

October 12th – Taylor and Joe attend a private Kings of Leon concert together at Le Poisson Rouge lounge in the West Village.

Afterwards, they go to an afterparty held at the Bowery Hotel and meet up at a bar named Lovers of Today. (x) (x)

October 14th – Billy Lynn premieres at the New York Film Festival, and Joe walks the red carpet and does some promo. (x)

Mid October – Taylor writes and records Delicate around this time, and we know this because she has the same gold neck tattoo in the Eliot Sumner concert candids from the 13th. (x)

October 22nd – Taylor performs with a cold at the United States Grand Prix in Austin, Texas. (x) Joe had a cold the week after when he was doing interviews in Taiwan.

October 23rd – Taylor attends Drake’s 30th birthday party. Several media outlets theorise about a possible relationship between them but the rumours are denied straight away. (x) (x)

October 28th – In the evening, Taylor flies from LA to NYC, and then from NYC to London. However, she stays completely under the radar and isn’t spotted anywhere in London. (x) At the time some blogs and gossip sites theorise that she’s back with Tom, but in hindsight she almost certainly went to see Joe. (via tillthebattlepickedme)

October 31st – Taylor returns to NYC from London. She dresses up as Deadpool for Halloween and throws a party that Kennedy Rayé, Lily Donaldson, Gigi, Camila Cabello and Martha all attend.

In an interview with Jimmy Fallon, Camila is asked about the cat lady costume she wore to the party. (x)

“So then these two, like, attractive guys come in, and so I just went to the bathroom and I had this black turtleneck and pants under, and I just like, took [the costume] off. Then I came back, and I was like, it was really hot.”

The next day, her jet flies to London and back. It’s pretty likely that this was to drop Joe (and his friend) back to the UK, so he’d be able to fly to Taiwan and China for Billy Lynn promo.

November 11th – Taylor, Andrea, Claire Winter, Eliotte, Alana Haim and Este Haim go to the Arclight Theatre in LA to see Joe’s movie Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk. (x)

November 19th – This polaroid of Taylor and her guitar, captioned “How would you feel having a song about you?” was taken in Nashville.

It's later included in one of the reputation magazines and credited to Frosty Crew Photography, aka Joe.

(He used to have an LTD under “Spencer Frost” and we also know that it’s some kind of inside joke between him and his mates)

November 20–22nd – It’s possible that Taylor and her mom’s side of the family were in Puerto Rico. Since she was only there for 2 days and we know Joe was with her on the 19th, it’s pretty likely he was there too, and the trip was for him to meet her extended family.

November 23rd – Taylor is spotted walking around in NYC with Kelsea Ballerini, the last time Taylor is seen for nearly 8 weeks (x)

It’s pretty likely that this video of her driving in the UK was taken around this time, judging by her hair and the fact that she’s on the left side on the road.

December 13th – Joe gets Taylor a silver J necklace from Tiffany & Co for her 27th birthday (x)

Taylor’s birthday cake is from The Hummingbird Bakery in London, known for making “authentic American cakes and desserts.” (x)

December 29th– A polaroid of Taylor later included in the rep magazines was taken on this day. Fans later identify that it was taken in a rental house located in Hampstead, London. (x) (x)

The three x’s are referring to the three months they’ve spent together.

December 31st – Taylor and Joe celebrated New Year’s Eve together and threw a party at her rental in London. (x) (x)

[Photos of them getting ready]

The next day, Joe’s friends post photos from the party, and the theme seemingly had something to do with snowman costumes and pink/purple wigs.

A blurry polaroid of Joe and Taylor from this night can be found in the rep magazines.

Another polaroid of all the guys in their snowmen costumes, captioned “New Year’s 2017”

She later talks about this party in song explanations for New Year's Day, at both the reputation iHeartRadio session in 2017 and an AT&T fan event in 2018.

2016 // 2017 // 2018 // 2019 // 2020 // 2021

#taylor swift #joe alwyn #taylor and joe #jaylor #toe #huge shoutout to tillthebattlepickedme #pls check out her chaos era timeline it's golddd

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