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mischievoushiddleston · 5 years

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Going Good

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Plot:Tom Hiddleston has a girlfriend for a few months. Today is the day he visits her home and meets her 2 year old daughter. Y / N hopes that everything will be fine. Later in the evening, Tom asks if he can stay the night ...

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Warnings: Light angst, fluff, smut

The name of your daughter = Y / D / N

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Favorite food = Y / F / F

"Not again! Y / D / N! How many times do I have to tell you not to smear your pudding on the sofa cushions? "Y / N asks, not hoping for an answer from her 2-year-old daughter who was fumbling in the house. She took the pillow to wash the stain out. Y / N went to the bathroom as she stepped on one of the Y / D / N counters, she bent down and picked him up. After Y / N washed and dried the stain as best she could, she put the pillow back on the sofa and looked around for space.

"How am I supposed to fix everything until later?" She said to herself and started to clean up. Later, Tom is to come to dinner and meet her daughter. She had been with him for half a year and really happy with him. But she could not shake off the fear that the visit will be a disaster. After another hour of cleaning up, cleaning and nursing, she changed and put on Y / D / N neat clothes that were not smudged. Y / N spent another half hour preventing her child from getting dirty again and cooking Y / F / F. She was clearing away another toy when the doorbell rang. Y / N looked at the clock, he was far too early and she had not nearly cleared up the mess. The house was still an absolute mess. Sielief went to the door and opened it to Tom, who was holding a bunch of flowers with her favorite flowers.

"Hello darling, I hope I'm not too early," he says, "You look gorgeous, by the way," he winked.

"Thanks, you do not look too bad," she says pointing to his outfit. He was wearing black pants and a tight fitting white shirt.

"The flowers are for you," Tom gave her flowers.

"Thank you, you are really beautiful", she gives to him and kissed him on the lips.

"May I come in?"

"Oh, of course," says Y / N and moved to the side to let him in. She was scared of what he would think of her home. Y / N saw Tom looking around and looking at the pictures on the wall, there were many pictures of her and Y / D / N. Tom turned back to her and smiled.

"It's really nice here and cozy," he says honestly, but Y / N could not help but think he was just friendly. She picked up the toys that lay beside her foot.

"Where is the other lady of the house?" He asks, putting his hands behind his pockets.

"She's just in her room and very excited to meet you," and hopefully clean, she adds quietly, "I'll go and get her," Tom nods. Y / N went upstairs while Tom kept looking around her house. There were a few things left over, but Tom did not mind at all, he knew she had a 2-year-old daughter when she started dating. Tom heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned to the stairs and saw Y / N walking down the stairs with her daughter in her arms. She smiled at Tom as she came to a stop in front of him.

"Say hello to Tom," Y / N said affectionately to the little girl and waved slightly to Tom. The little girl hid her head in the crook of Y / N.

"Tom this is Y / D / N," she says

"Hello, little ones," says Tom and took her little hand in his, the child looked up.

"Do we want to eat?" She asks.

After eating, Tom played with Y / D / N. Y / N was amazed how good Tom was with the toddler and that did not bother him in the least. When it was getting dark with Y / D / N getting tired, Y / N got up from the sofa.

"I think it's time for the bed," she picked up the little girl from the floor. Tom rose from the floor as she broke Y / D / N into her nursery.

After Y / D / N fell asleep, she went back to the living room and stopped at the doorframe. Tom was sitting on the sofa. There was a fire in the fireplace. He turned to face her as she entered the room.

"Is she sleeping?" He asks as Y / N approaches him.

"Immediately fell asleep, that whole has drained her pretty much," she says, "I hope I did not scare you," Tom knew what she meant and needed no explanation. He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Y / N, I knew what I agree with when I met you. I love every part of you and your daughter is a part of you. "

He kissed her passionately and pulled her closer to him. Tom started kissing her neck. Y / N's fingers went into his red-blond hair. He breaks away from her and looks up at her.

"May I stay tonight?" He asked hopefully, Y / N nods. Tom kissed her passionately and, after a while, deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and rubbed against his growing erection and let him moan. He lifted her shirt and squeezed her waist before pulling it up and over her head. Y / N began to unbutton his shirt, when she opened it, he picked her up and carried Y / N up the stairs. But never broke the kiss, until he did not know exactly where her room was true.

"Right, second door," she explains quickly. Tom started kissing her neck until he stopped in front of her door and pressed her against it. Y / N's hands opened his belt and opened connect the button and zipper of his pants. He opened the door with one hand and stumbled inside. Tom put her on her bed and pulled her pants along with her panties over her legs. He climbed onto the bed and Y / N went backwards. He pulled her legs apart and lifted her leg over her shoulder as he kissed her leg from her foot to her thigh as he arrived at her pussy and gave a kiss on her outer crease before licking over her crease and started on to suck her clit. Her hands pulled at his hair and pulled him up. Y / N wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed his pants and boxer shorts down his legs with their heels. Tom opened her bra and took it off. He kissed her and already his tongue in her mouth. He took his cock in his hand and pumped it a couple of times before aligning himself with her pussy. He pulled him up and down her crease. Tom slowly began to press the tip of his cock into her.

"Mmm, Tom," she groaned as he slowly squeezed his cock into his. He stole a strand of hair from her face as he entered her. Tom leaned his forehead against hers. He pulled his cock out of her until only the tip was in her pussy. She dug her fingers in his shoulders as he pushed back into her.

"Tom ... Faster ... Please," she groaned, Y / N was trying to be quiet so as not to wake Y / D / N. He accelerated his pace and rubbed her clit. She raised her hips and met his bumps. He broke the kiss and sucks on her nipple. Y / N cocked around Tom's cock.

"God ... Y / N," moaned Tom. He knew she would come soon. She bit his shoulder as she came to orgasm. He could hear her moaning his name. Tom accelerates his pace and came closer to his orgasm. Just as Y / N came down from her orgasm, a second one rebuilt again. His fingers rubbed her clit on.

"Cum again for me," he pushed further into her tight pussy, "Cum around my cock", he lost his rhythm and his thrusts when uncontrolled, "Come with me"

He shot his hot cum into her as she came to orgasm with him. Tom lay on her a little, his cock slipping out of her. He rolled away from her and pulled Y / N with him. She lay with her head on his chest. Tom gently stroked her hair and pulled the blanket over both.

"Today was beautiful, Y / N"

"I think so too, thank you for coming," she said. Both laughed at the ambiguity of the sentence.

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 56

Chapter Summary - Sarah asks Danielle's opinion on something, sometimes being brutally honest has a risk of going against people, other times, it can be fun. Tom talks to his niece about her ideas of himself and Danielle as well as more talking between the loving pair themselves and plans for the future as the family sit down to a lovely Christmas dinner, but Christmas can have it's ups and downs in the best of households, including then Hiddleston's.

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"Elle, I need your opinion on something," Sarah called over.

"Will you ever just be honest, I know that tone you are using. What you are really saying is 'Elle, I want to say something incredibly bitchy, but haven't the balls to do it myself, so I am hoping you will do it for me'." Danielle laughed as she came over. "Right, what is it?"

"Listen to this." Sarah handed her headphones, while she, Emma and Jack waited, seemingly with bated breath. After Danielle put them on, Sarah pressed play and no one said anything.

"I like the backing music and singers, but your man is no great shakes," Danielle stated as she listened to the song. "God, it's shit."

"It's the title song for the new Fifty Shades movie," Sarah informed her.

"Well, at least they're honest, starting with a shit song for a shit movie, I..." She froze for a moment before taking off the headphones, wincing. "Who is that attempting to sing?"

"Zayn," Jack informed her.

"Huh?"

"Guy from One Direction," Emma explained further.

"One of them was Irish, wasn't he?" Danielle tried to recall. "Well, like, he's still Irish, obviously, never mind. Someone send this guy some help, they seem to have crushed his balls. Is that part of the movie?"

"Put on the headphones again." Sarah laughed.

Warily, Danielle did as she was told. "Right, so some generic chick now."

"Opinion?"

"I am not sure she's actually good or is it after crushed balls she sounds good, no wait, she's shit too." she looked around at the grinning faces as she took off the headphones. "It's Taylor, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sarah admitted.

"I knew it, it's genius, have some fella get a crushed bollix so for once, she actually sounds mediocre as opposed to all-out shite. You've to give it to her, she knows how to work it."

"You are evil," Jack shook his head.

"Are you saying you actually like her music? I mean, whatever you're into but, you know, you may need to get a doc to check your oestrogen levels if whiny 'I can't get anyone to put up with me' songs is your thing." Danielle stuck tongue out through her teeth as she smiled at him, knowing she was irking him.

"You are such a bitch." Sarah laughed.

"This is known," Danielle shrugged. "Where's Tom?"

"He, Yakov and the Duchess are out bringing Mac for a small walk," Emma stated. "Speaking of which, why is she 'the Duchess' now?"

"Because she acts like one, she stole Tom's room." Sarah rolled her eyes. "It actually suits her."

"I shall take credit, as per usual." Danielle beamed. "Your mam is in mine, isn't she?"

"Yeah, getting up the pudding and stuffing," Sarah stated. "I better call Yakov and tell them that dinner is nearly ready."

"I better go get the rest of Tom's present." Danielle walked out of the room and to her home.

"Are you two alright again?" Sarah asked her younger sister as she unlocked her phone to call her husband.

"I think so."

"What did she get you?"

"That jacket I couldn't find anywhere that sold out on fashion week." Emma swallowed, readying herself for what she knew was coming.

"And what did you get her?" Emma did not respond, instead, she looked guiltily at the floor. "Are you serious, you got her nothing? What did you get Tom?"

"A new suitcase."

"Wait, you got our brother, the same brother who declined a huge film because they weren't going to give him time to go to your wedding a fucking suitcase and your supposed best friend you got nothing for?" Sarah growled angrily. "What the fuck, Em?" Emma said nothing and meekly left the room. Sarah stated at Jack for a moment. "You knew about this?"

"No, I just asked if she got everything she needed for Christmas and she said yes." He sighed. "I didn't realise she had done this."

"This has to stop, seriously, I know Danielle is not the sort to care about presents, but that is a slap in the face to anyone." Sarah declared.

"Look, they are clearly sorting things out, so I am not going to say anything," her brother-in-law stated. "This got blown out of proportion, yes, but I am there for Emma, no matter what."

"We all are, but we cannot condone her being like this either. Danielle is the only decent woman Tom has looked at as a long-term partner since he first stepped out on a Hollywood red carpet, and I am not letting some spoiled brat ruin that for him, or for this family."

"Tom nearly caused a lot of issues last summer." Jack reminded her.

"Tom was in a desperate place last summer, we all thought he was losing his mind, especially when he brought home the fucking Prom Princess and threw my daughter in front of camera's like a show dog, but he has copped on, all because of Elle, and she cares for him, not his money, not his name, him and that is what matters here. She was there for my daughter, she defended my daughter, listened to her woes when she would not open up to me, and as a mother, I will never forget that. And if you and Emma have kids, there front and centre to protect them from any of this bullshit, will be Elle. Tell me I am wrong."

Jack barely took a moment to respond. "Even if we tell her not to, she will be."

"She cares for this family, she sees it as her own, she was always part of it and now, with Tom, even more so. When this all hits the newsstands, she will need us, and we have to be there for her."

"They are going to try to tear her apart." Jack shook his head.

"She's too normal for them." The pair turned to see Emma in the doorway of the room again. "She's not Hollywood pretty, Hollywood skinny, Hollywood rich, she's too normal, they will want to cause her to break."

"Is that what you want?" Sarah asked her younger sister.

Emma shook her head, tears in her eyes. "Never."

"Then cop on and make sure you make her see you are her friend because you are acting like you are going to be leading the charge against her. If anyone ever found out, they would run that story before we even sat to dinner." Sarah ordered. "That she used you to get to Tom and tore the Hiddleston family apart, that is what it would say, and your behaviour would act as the confirmation. It could not be further from the truth, but trust me, I have seen the cesspit that is the journalistic world and to get ahead, they will try and make destruction, and the summer and subsequent bullshit with Taylor just confirmed that lower than some normal journalists are the paparazzi ones; we make sure that doesn't happen, agreed?" Her sister and brother-in-law nodded their agreement.

"Uncle Tommy?"

"Yes, darling?" He looked around, watching as his niece held onto the fur on Mac's neck, the dog slowing his pace to keep in step with her.

"Are there going to be cameras around again?"

"I really hope not."

"Oh." There was more than a hint of disappointment in her tone.

Her father and uncle looked at her. "Why, do you want there to be?" Tom asked.

"Well, before, with Tyler."

"Taylor." her father corrected.

"Yeah, her, they were here and all wanting to take photo's of you and her, but not with Ellie."

"Well, Elle doesn't like camera's."

"No, Aunty Emma gives out that she never likes them, she has to force Elle to take photo's with her."

"Why would you want to have Elle in front of a camera?" Tom asked.

"Because I like her and you do and you are always smiling now, and that is what you should take photo's of; except yesterday, what happened to her yesterday?"

"She fell off her bike and hurt her hand."

"Was she wearing her helmet?"

"She was, and that is why her head is okay," Tom stated. "See why your mum and dad get you to wear yours?" The child nodded enthusiastically at him.

"Ellie would be mad if I didn't."

"Elle would lose her life if she thought you were going to get hurt." Tom agreed.

"Are you and Ellie getting married like Emma and Jack?"

Yakov simply laughed. "That is officially everyone making comments about that topic in the past two days, I think you are under some pressure, Tom."

"I am not even thinking of anything like that at present. Poor Elle would run like a racehorse in the opposite direction." Tom shook his head. "Not yet sweetheart, perhaps in the future, I am not able to say now."

"I'd be the flower girl again like with Aunty Emma's though, won't I?"

"It's good to see her staking her claim in early." Yakov laughed.

Tom brought Mac back to Danielle's as his brother-in-law and niece went into his mothers, walking into her kitchen, he was somewhat startled to find Elle there. "Hey."

"Hi." She was facing the window, looking out on the garden.

"What are you doing over here by yourself, has Emma said something?"

"She said a sincere sorry and explained herself," Danielle informed him. "But no, that's not why I'm here."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just came to get something and got sidetracked by birds."

"Birds?"

"Yeah, look." She indicated to the garden, where sure enough, due to the few bird feeders Danielle had placed out there, there were several birds foraging for food. "I forgot how nice it is to have some around."

"Well, how about we get a few feeders for London and put them in the back garden?" Tom suggested, kissing her neck.

"I actually would really love that, you don't mind?"

"Elle, it's a few bird feeders, not a six-story extension." Tom chuckled.

"You forget how many pretty colours they are."

Tom looked at her for a moment. "How strong of a painkiller are you on?" She nudged his ribs with an elbow.

"Stop it, I just miss seeing little animals, they are just so nice and calming to look at."

"Do we have these sorts of birds in London?" Tom had never really paid proper attention to such a thing before.

"Yes, of course." Danielle laughed. "It's not exactly a million miles away, though, I'd say they are tougher, like the Underground mice."

"Underground mice?" Tom looked at her with concern. "Are you sure you are not after taking too many tablets at once?"

"No, I have not. Wait, you never noticed the mice?"

"Mice, on the Underground? No, I cannot say I have, what do they do, take the Northern line to Camden to the street markets, hop on the Central to get to St Paul's?"

Danielle giggled. "No, they scuttle around on the platforms, usually black with dirt from the trains and look for tidbits of food. How have you not noticed them?"

"How have you?" He retorted.

Danielle merely shrugged. "I just love watching them all."

"Did you ever want to be a vet?"

"Yeah, sort of; I wanted to take dad's practise for a bit when I was in school, but I never excelled in Chemistry and that is a requirement for Veterinary in Ireland." She explained. "I know my weaknesses, so I just decided to enjoy animals instead."

"They really are therapeutic to watch actually," Tom noted as he too became somewhat transfixed on the birds too.

"The Great Tit over there is a bollix, watch how he is bullying them all." She pointed out.

"I'm sorry, the what? That's actually a real thing?"

Danielle rolled her eyes. "Yes, there is actually a bird called a Great Tit."

"I thought that was just a joke. How do you know it's male?"

"Boys are bright coloured to attract females, didn't you speak at a thing to commemorate Richard Attenborough, haven't you watched any of his brother's documentaries?"

"Only a few."

"Shame, shame." she joked. Tom just chuckled back. "I got you something, by the way. The other part of your present."

"It's not new shoes?" Tom asked warily, "I was given a new jacket from Sarah with the comment, 'For a change'."

Danielle laughed, "Well..." She handed him a small bag, somewhat perturbed, Tom took one look at the content. On seeing what it was he gave her a scowl, to which she grinned proudly back.

"Really?"He asked holding it up.

"Could be worse, could be an 'I Heart DH' tank top, or what else do they call them, 'wife-beaters', but I thought to myself that you lost enough dignity with that crap earlier in the year." She laughed. Tom looked at the t-shirt in his hands and nodded, knowing there was actually some truth in that statement. "It's actually sort of funny." He grinned, looking at the t-shirt which had a picture of a pencil saying 2B, then an 'R' a picture of a knot and another pencil saying 2B.

"Glad you like it." She smiled, kissing his cheek and walking off. Tom frowned for a moment, looking at the t-shirt as he did. A few moments later Danielle came back into the room and began to laugh. "You poor thing, you honestly thought that was the second half of your present." she got out between fits of giggles. "You are so cute." Tom gave a bemused grunt in return. "Here." she smiled, handing him a small bag.

"So this isn't the present?"

"No, you twit. I just did that to get a funny reaction from you." She laughed. "Open your real one."

Tom opened the bag, took out the little box inside and frowned. "I..."

Danielle grinned. "I took time off from paperwork a few days ago to get a fresh coffee and you were on the phone ranting to someone about how hard can it be to find one decent pair of cufflinks to match your burgundy suit, that you searched everywhere." She smiled. "So, due to no designer having one to match, because of the shirt, you were going to have to try and scrap the idea to wear it, but you were effectively dying to wear, so I thought if I got something that would match it, you would be happy, since you like it."

"I....I was not ranting."

"You were being your version of it, you don't rant like others do." She grinned. "I know it's not as nice as anything you got me, but I wanted to get you something that actually had a use, they are personalised" She smiled, showing the engravings of 'TWH' on them. "And there is one last thing." she reached into the bag and took out a little envelope in the bottom of it, handing it to him.

"Is this another spa weekend?"

"Nope."

He took it and opened it, as his eyes skimmed the lines and he processed the words, his brow raised, "Really?"

"Yep."

"That's absolutely wonderful, exactly what I wanted." Tom beamed, folding over the piece of paper again. "And thank you for the wonder cufflinks, I am so delighted with them. You are too good."

"I know, I know." She laughed in false modesty.

"So, when do I get to see the item that this receipt is for?" He asked cheekily.

"Well, it was going to be tonight, but considering," She looked at her wrist. "It's sort of hard to pull off sexy underwear when you are wearing this."

"Well, I mean, your left hand is still functional..." He grinned.

"Tom!" She laughed. "Incorrigible."

"Oh, darling, that is nothing new." He gripped her ass as he leant down to kiss her again. "I am dying to eat you up."

"Okay, throw some cold water on this, right now," Sarah ordered as she walked into the room. "Dinner is ready, so come on Elle."

"What about me?" Tom asked indignantly.

"You need to make sure you can walk into a room with our mother and my daughter present before you consider coming back over." She made minor hand gestures to him without looking at specific areas. "And the best way to do that is to remove the eye-candy."

"I have too many strong women in my life, I'll never catch a break." Tom shook his head, embarrassed by his sister's comments.

"Nope." Both women responded simultaneously before they looked at one another and laughed, then left the room. Tom followed after grumbling to himself.

"I am stuffed." Jack declared as they finally finished the pudding. "Where are Elle and Tom?"

"Commandeered by the Duchess to watch a DVD I think," Yakov answered. "Elle got her Zootopia for Christmas, so she is demanding that Elle stay with her and watch it, and Tom seemed interested in joining them."

"I haven't seen that it's up for a load of awards so it has to be good." Emma grabbed the last of her wine and rushed to the sitting room before she missed anything. "Ooh, it's just starting."

Diana looked at the washing up for a moment. "I'll help you with that later mum, come on." Sarah smiled, knowing what her mother was thinking. With a nod, the two women grabbed their own drinks and followed.

"I think we are watching Zootopia." Yakov chuckled, grabbing his drink.

"It would appear so." Jack agreed.

The sitting room was considerably packed with seven adults and a child, but on seeing they were being joined by the rest of the family, Tom got up from where he was sitting and went to Danielle, taking her out of the armchair she was sitting in before sitting down himself and pulling her down on top of him. The pair getting comfortable again immediately. Diana was the only adult to get any bit of comfort as the others found different ways to fit in the room, Sarah instructed her daughter to get her beanbag from her room to relax on the floor with. In five minutes, everyone was watching the movie and relaxing.

"She's unconscious." Yakov pointed to his daughter at the end of the movie.

"Since half an hour in," Tom informed him.

"So why did we still watch this?"

"Because it's good." His wife stated. "Get her up to bed."

"It's only half eight."

"She had the house up at six, I think it is safe to say she is tired." Emma reminded her brother-in-law.

"Tom." Yakov requested. Danielle got to her feet to let Tom off the chair. Between the pair, they gently were able to manoeuvre her into her father's arms and upstairs to bed.

"What about her pj's?" Tom asked as Yakov put her into Tom's old bed since Tom had said she could take the room while he stayed in Elle's.

"She'll wake then, we'll just take off her shoes and she will be comfortable, that's all we have to worry about." He stated, doing as he said and placing the covers on his daughter. "Do you honestly not mind taking her for the conference?" He inquired when they had left the room.

"Danielle was going to mind her here, but in London, there is so much for her to do. She will have a great time, and regarding suggesting it, I wouldn't do so if I did not want to see her. I barely get any time with anyone these days, I have to take what I can get."

"You will be a good father, someday."

"Just someday?" Tom asked, slightly hurt at Yakov's words.

"You spoil her too much, wait and see, my daughter will be sugar filled and spoiled the entire time at your house."

"Elle won't allow that."

"Look me in the eye and tell me you will not sneak her some sweets when Danielle is not looking because I know you enough to know you will. Sarah told me of that time in your cousins where you stole the entire cake."

"Sarah saw nothing, snitch." He growled, not liking that his sister was still reminding him of his childish messing.

"Who's a snitch?" Danielle asked as the two men reentered the sitting room, the three other women gone.

"Sarah."

"Older siblings, I hear that's a trait of them alright." She smiled, getting out of the chair.

"Where are mum and the girls?" Tom asked.

"Kitchen, doing dishes."

"And you're in here?"

"I was booted out because I kept trying to help. I have a fracture, not an amputation," She declared indignantly.

Tom chuckled and kissed the side of her head. "I'll give out to them for you, shall I?"

"You, give out to your mam? I need to watch this." she walked passed him into the kitchen.

"Out you get, you are not to be trusted," Sarah ordered.

"See what I mean," She turned to Tom. "I'm not wanted."

"You keep trying to use your hand," Sarah stated in defence.

"Well, if she is not wanted, we are going to bow out," Tom stated his arm around Danielle's waist. She looked at him offended. "She is still not caught up on sleep and is recovering from injury, so I am taking her home." He pulled her to the door.

"You are trying to get out of your portion of the cleaning up." Emma pointed out.

"Yep, and this is the perfect excuse," Tom grinned.

"You are on duty tomorrow so," Diana ordered before something caught her eye. "Elle..."

Danielle figured out what caught her eye. "Tom found it and got it for me for Christmas." She beamed, pulling the necklace out properly to show her. "Just like mam's."

"It's perfect." Diana smiled, noting the happiness in both her son and his girlfriend's features. "What else did he get you?"

"A book I have been searching high and low for, bath bombs, and a gorgeous scarf."

"What did you think of Elle's presents?"Sarah smiled.

"You are not stealing my spa weekend." Tom declared, having been warned by Danielle of what Sarah had said.

"Well use it so," Sarah warned. "Did you give him the t-shirt?"

Elle began to laugh, "He honestly thought that was a proper present. It was so funny, he looked so dejected."

"Poor Tom." Sarah laughed. "And the cufflinks?"

"Perfect," He grinned.

"Who would have guessed I had such good taste?" Danielle grinned.

"Anyone that has seen that hidden section of your wardrobe knows you have taste, you actually just need to wear something other than jeans and hoodies for fifteen minutes to see it." Emma joked, flicking sud bubbles at her.

"You make that sound so dodgy, I don't have a hidden section in my wardrobe, it is just towards the back."

"Narnia is closer than those clothes, I said it a thousand times, you need to wear them more, they are really nice on you."

"I don't like dresses, you know that." Danielle dismissed. "Anyway, I am going to bed, I am seriously tired," She walked over to Diana and hugged her tightly. "Thank you for dinner, and letting me invade your home for another Christmas."

Diana swatted her arm gently. "Stop it, you know I could never leave you over there by yourself at the best of times, this year even less so. I think Tom would have boycotted dinner if I did, not that I ever could." She cupped the younger woman's face in her hands. "You mean so much to us, darling; all of us."

"Thank you." Danielle smiled and when she turned to Tom again her brow furrowed. He and Sarah seemed to be silently discussing something with facial expressions.

"Is there something you two wish to share with the rest of the room?" Diana asked in a motherly scolding manner.

"Sarah knew about something I had planned to ask Danielle over Christmas and was wondering if I chickened out," Tom explained. "Elle never mentioned it, so Sarah thought it had been either shot down or not asked, the answer is neither." Danielle looked at him curiously. "The key."

"Oh, right."

"Key?"

"I asked Danielle to stay with me in London rather than a hotel while she is working there for the next few months," Tom explained.

"So, wait, now you're moving in together? After what, three months?" Emma asked in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

"Emma!" Sarah snapped.

"Tom doesn't live with people, he gets pissy after a week sharing this house, his home with others, much less someone from outside it."

"Well, we lasted nearly three before this and no issue," Tom interjected, Emma stared at him, confused. "Elle has been in my house in London for the past what, two and a half weeks, and we are staying together here too, and there has been no issue, we are actually very comfortable around one another, so I asked her to bring Mac and stay with me in London." He took a step forward, his anger rising. "If you actually meant any of your apology, then you would be happy about this, Elle will be a forty minute Tube journey away from you, meaning you could actually meet up more."

Emma swallowed hard. "Em," She turned to face her friend. "I know you're still not comfortable about all of this, but..."

"It's not my business." Emma declared. "I, um...I need to go to the bathroom, excuse me," she walked out of the room without a backwards glance, causing everyone to say nothing for a moment.

"I think it a good idea." Diana smiled, as though nothing had occurred. "Sensible, and who knows, if there is one woman in the world that can train Tom in the art of a washing machine, it's you," Diana stated to Elle.

"Wait, you still can't use your washing machine, how have you been washing your clothes?" She asked him.

"Dry cleaners," Tom stated as though very obvious.

"Well, that's about to change." Danielle declared, much to Tom's concern. "Come on, before I get annoyed enough at that little tidbit of information to do a lesson here and now about it. Good night."

"We'll see you both tomorrow, good night." Diana smiled, watching as they went through the two gardens to Danielle's.

Tom left the door open long enough for Mac to come back in after going to the bathroom before closing and locking the door and following Danielle upstairs. On reaching her bedroom, he noticed her sitting on the bed and staring at something in her hands. "Do you regret it?" He suspected what it was she was looking at.

Danielle placed the key on her nightstand and took off her clothes and got into bed, Tom following suit. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"This necklace, did you only get it because it was like my mothers?"

"I don't follow."

"When the store clerk told you it was a Celtic love knot, you researched it, didn't you?" Tom nodded. "It that make you feel odd or anything, getting me something with such a meaning?"

"It was odd, sure."

"Not exactly a word I wanted to hear you say."

Elle, I want this to work, and it is not going to if I am always overbearing."

"Tom..."

"When he explained it to me, he told me what it meant, and I thought to myself that yes, I now want to get this for you for two reasons, happy?" He asked, slightly flustered at having admitted that. "I knew your parents were married a long time, and I hoped getting you that would perhaps be a good omen for us and this relationship." Danielle looked at him, her face emotionless. "Is that the sort of answer you were looking for?" He waited, somewhat fearfully, for her answer.

Danielle remained silent for another moment before leaning over and kissing him chastely. "I love you, Tom." She declared quietly before kissing him again more passionately. Tom, for his part, kissed her back, before pulling her against him.

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ragnarachael · 5 years

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Plead The Fifth: A New Client

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,061

Series Summary: On your off time between your college classes and shifts at The Square Diner, you help your friends Matt, Foggy, and Karen get their law firm back up on its feet after they made the decision to all work together again after having a falling out period.

You didn’t expect to end up finding love along the way.

Warnings: usual cursing, mentions of an organization about asgard, thai, it’s really a (very short) filler chapter!

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“Karen!” You called out in a weird voice as the office door creaked open, moving to the main desk in the room to place the large bag of Thai on the desktop and give your arm some relief before shrugging off your backpack that still held most of your things from your classes and placing it on the floor.

“Karen?” You repeated, looking around the makeshift lobby space before walking over and peering into the kitchen area.

“Y/N?”

You jolted and placed a hand on your chest from surprise, Karen standing in the doorway of Foggy’s office. Both you and Karen let out a laugh.

“Hey. I got Thai—”

“From Prachya Thai?” Karen asked with a slight tone of excitement before rushing over to the bag of food. You snorted and made your way back over to the desk before Karen tore into the bag to look around inside.

“Where else would I go to get it? Matt would literally sue me if I went anywhere else.”

“Very true,” Karen replied with a soft laugh, pulling out a few of the containers.

“Oh! Also,” you started, helping get more of the food out, “there was this sign on the outside of Prachya Thai that said something about a Korean Church of Asgard.”

Karen stopped digging around in the bag and turned to look at you with a hand leaning on the desk.

“Korean Church of Asgard? Do they like, worship Thor there?”

You shrugged before your eye caught on an extra container of what looked like sticky rice pudding. “The hell if I know. If they did, I wouldn’t blame them.”

“I agree completely, I’d worship Thor anyday.”

You let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back as you held the sticky rice pudding in your hand.

“Oh my god Karen! Shut up!”

“Y/N, you’d say the exact same! Don’t lie to me!” Karen exclaimed as she waved you off, starting to walk off to the kitchen to start digging around for napkins.

“Okay, fair point,” you started, still chuckling to yourself before placing the sticky rice pudding down before moving to grab the receipt and inspect it, “but have you even seen Loki?”

“Loki?” Karen questioned as she threw a look over her shoulder at you, elbow deep in a kitchen cabinet. “Why the hell would you have the hots for a guy who destroyed New York with some alien fleet?

“I don’t know! Ask my libido that question the next time you harass me for my choice in men!”

Karen laughed as Matt and Foggy walked back into the office as you spoke up again.

“Maybe I’ll charge you with Defamation of Character for this, Ms. Page.”

“Why are you threatening to sue Karen?” Matt questioned suddenly just as your eyes found what looked like the sticky rice pudding that came with your food order free of charge.

“Yeah, I also heard the name Loki be thrown around just before we walked in,” Foggy added as he placed his briefcase down momentarily so he could take his suit jacket off before gasping as he saw the Prachya Thai bag. “Thai!”

“I told you I was getting Thai for us earlier this morning at the diner! Were you that hung over?” You questioned suddenly, putting down the receipt and turning to face Matt and Foggy with your hands flying to your hips. “And for your information, we were talking about a Korean Church of Asgard sign I saw outside Prachaya’s building.”

“What does that have to do with Loki? A bad guy, may I remind you,” Matt said amusingly as he arched a brow. If it wasn’t for his cane, you wouldn’t be able to tell he was even blind and for some reason in this moment, it irritates you.

“He looks like this one actor guy—”

“Tom Hiddleston?” Foggy answered without missing a beat as his suit jacket made its home on the coat hook attached to the wall. You and Matt looked over at Foggy with confusion. Even Karen popped her head out of the kitchen to look at Foggy.

“What?”

“How did you know who I was going to say, Foggy?” You asked, shifting on your feet before crossing your arms over your chest. Foggy shrugged as he leaned down to grab his briefcase once more.

“I’m packed full of hot guy knowledge, Y/N, did you expect any less from me?”

You blinked for a moment, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to form words in response, uncrossing your arms to let your hands rub at your bare face before giving up and letting out a sigh.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t ask. Please get your Thai before I have to shove it down your throats.”

After a few moments of awkward yet comfortable shuffling between the four of you, you all sat at one of your makeshift conference tables in Foggy’s office.

“Brett didn’t have many cases for us to choose from,” Matt started formally before taking a bite of his food. Karen hummed as she chewed, looking through the first file.

“I mean, this seems like a good case to take, but this is coming from an English major,” you joked before shoving a bite of rice into your mouth as Foggy snorted.

“‘S a usual case for Hell's Kitchen,” Foggy started before leaning closer to you to whisper, “but I fear Mr. Murdock won’t find it engaging—”

“Wow, Foggy. Putting so much faith in me now that we’re back together?” Matt sassed as he leaned back in his chair dramatically after dropping his fork. You held back a laugh as you took another bite of food before looking at the case file with Karen.

It was a normal, peaceful evening in the office with the four of you, already getting to work on a local’s case about visas and working papers.

That is, until there was a frantic knock at the door.

The knock made you and Matt stand up from your chairs as Foggy was in the middle of a phone call before a man with somewhat familiar curly hair came in, panting heavily as if he just ran five blocks to get to this very office, leaning on the door frame of the room you were all in.

“H-Hey, uh.. Is this Nelson and Murdock?”

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Breaking the Internet

One-shot/Chapter number: One-shot

Pairing: Tom HiddlestonxActress!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff I think? I tried, but idk .

Rated: Not Rated

Word Count: 2.280 (ups!)

Summary: This was requested by an Anon, it said: “Hello, I wanted to ask if you could do a tom hiddleston x reader oneshot for me, where they are on the ellen show and they're already together for a few years but nobody really knows about it? And on the show the reader could maybe play 'who'd you rather?' with tom sitting next to her and being one of the options on the screen, so at the end of the game it just slipps out by accident and for the rest of the interview its very fluffy? And that we maybe get to see, whats they're life like after?” That’s basically what it is.

Author’s Note: I got a little carried away and I couldn’t add the last part with their life after the show, but if you guys would like to read it just let me know! I might do a Headcannon maybe? Idk. Remember that my ask box is always open! So send in any request, without further ado: Enjoy!

“Everybody, 2 minutes to start!” Shouted some guy, and then approached us “Guys, c’mon you need to be in front of the camera like, now!” He ushered us quickly to the white sofas, Ellen was already in one, smiling at us. She obviously knows we are together, practically everyone in the industry does, they just have respected our wishes of keeping it private, for now.

“Okay, we are back in 3, 2, 1…” The audience cheered at the signal and Tom and I smiled at the cameras, Ellen started rapidly talking and re-introducing us

“Welcome back everybody, we are still here with the beautiful Y/N Y/L and the dashing Tom Hiddleston!” The audience cheered and we smiled at them, Tom leaned back a bit and opened his legs in his typical man-whore fashion I looked at him and smiled, God, I love this man.

“So, Y/N,” Ellen said, catching my attention and making me look at her, “we believe you are single, right?” I blushed and stammered a bit, I could feel Tom tensing beside me but he didn’t say anything.

“Apparently so,” I said finally, not really answering her question.

“Well, great, because I am an amazing person and I will get you a beau with this little game we like to call ‘Who’d you rather?’ You ready?” Ellen smiled mischievously and I relaxed a bit, I know this game, what’s the worst that can happen, right?

“I think so,” I said, and looked at Tom that only gave me an encouraging smile, “will Tom be playing too?”

“Oh, darling, don’t drag me into this!” He laughed his typical ‘hehehe’ laugh and touched his tie nervously.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, Tom will play another game later,” Ellen winked at us and the audience cheered, “so, we will show you two images and you will pick which one you would rather, okay?”

“I would rather, what?” I asked, playing dumb like everyone else I had seen that had played the game.

“Have some pudding, darling, of course!” Tom said beside me and I laughed with everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, okay, I’m ready”

The monitor in front of us showed two pictures: on the left there was Sebastian Stan and on the right there was Benedict Cumberbatch, “so, Sebastian or Benedict?” Asked Ellen, smiling.

“But Ben is married!” I said.

“It’s just pretend Y/N, play the game!” Said Ellen, acting like she was exasperated.

“Okay, okay, just because Ben is married I’ll pick Sebastian” I said, pretending to be resigned.

“So, you don’t like brits, Y/N?” Asked Ellen while the monitor showed a picture of a shirtless Zac Efron were once was a smiling Benedict. I shook my head laughing and glancing at Tom, who was touching his lips trying to suppress a smile. “Sebastian Stan or Zac Efron?”

“Zac Efron,” I said in a heartbeat.

“That was quick,” Tom said and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, Zac Efron is everyone’s crush since High School Musical and did you see him in The Greatest Show?” I fanned myself with my hand and smiled at Tom, I knew he saw that movie, we watched it together and he already knew what I thought of Zac.

“Hmm, yeah, I think you’re right.” The audience roared at Tom’s words and Ellen and I laughed.

“Zac Efron or Harry Styles?”

“I think I’m gonna stick with Zac.”

“Alright, she keeps Zac. Zac or Prince Harry?”

“Well, I bet everyone would like to date a Prince, but he is married so, Zac again.”

“Wow, Zac over a Prince, maybe you should really give him a call.”

“Maybe I will.” I laughed and Ellen did too, Tom didn’t find it so funny but he acted like it for the sake of appearances.

“Zac Efron or Chris Martin?”

“Chris Martin, I love Coldplay.”

“Look at that, you switched Zac for Chris Martin! I was thinking Zac would win”

“But Coldplay is the best, and I bet Chris would be super romantic and poetic.”

“You really are putting a lot of thought into this, Y/N” Tom said, faking a smile, I knew he was getting jealous and I really wished this game would end soon.

“Well, I like to pick very carefully who I eat pudding with,” I winked at him, hoping to make him smile while the audience cheered and he shook his head, smiling.

“Okay, Y/N, Chris Martin or Tom Hiddleston?” Ellen looked at me, moving her brows in a suggestive manner. I could feel myself blushing and the audience cheering, Oh Ellen, you will pay for this.

“Hmmm…” I pretended to think about it hard, looking from Tom to the monitor, “I think I’m gonna pick Tom”

The audience cheered and after I said it his picture was in the middle of the monitor, meaning that the game was over.

“Well, look at that! Looks like Tom wins our sweet Y/N’s heart! I think you should ask her on a date, Tom, you know, to eat a little bit of pudding?” Ellen winked at us and I just hid my face in my hands, I knew I was as red as a tomato and Tom was beside me, running his hand through his hair, down his neck and fiddling with his tie.

“Oh Ellen, I think that you suggested it a few years too late,” What? I looked at him with my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets Tom, what are you doing? “We have been eating more than just pudding for a while now.” He took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze, assuring me that everything was going to be okay and smiling at me with love and adoration in his eyes.

“Well look at that! It seems the cat is out of the bag now! We will be back with Y/N L/N and Tom Hiddleston after a short break. Don’t forget to check out the new Loki series in Disney+. We will be talking about it and this new declaration after the short break so stay in tune!” Some camera man signaled that we no longer were on air and Ellen stood up to talk to her producer and our managers, looks like this interview turned into our relationship revelation.

“Darling, are you okay? Are you mad?” Tom asked, taking my hand in his and looking into my eyes with a worried expression on his face.

“No, no, of course I’m not mad, I’m just a bit surprised, you were the one who wanted to keep this out of the public eye.”

“Yes, I know, but I have been thinking and I’m ready to tell the world that you are mine, we are going to live together and I really think that you are the woman of my life. I want everyone to know that I’m yours and you are mine.” He took my face in his hands and I lost myself in his beautiful blue eyes, I just smiled and he smiled back.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you, too.” He said.

“Okay lovebirds, let’s make this quick, Luke and Penelope already said what it’s out of bounds, but if you don’t want to answer something you don’t have to, I’m not gonna pressure you guys. That much.” Ellen winked and took a sit, holding a few cards, maybe with her ground rules and the series information that we were originally in the show for promoting. “C’mon Tom, you can sit closer to her than that now! You know the public already loves you two together, make the fangirls more crazy with your adorable love.” Tom and I laughed and he scooped closer to me, I rested back on the sofa and he put his arms around my shoulder giving me a kiss on the cheek that made the audience roar just in time for the start of the show.

“Welcome again! Before the break we played ‘Who’d you rather?’ With Y/N and Tom made a declaration that I’m sure has the internet going crazy.” We both nervously laughed and Tom squeezed my shoulder surely trying to reassure me and himself that everything was going to be okay. “First of all, we are going to talk about the new Loki series, were earlier this week was revealed that you, Y/N” Ellen pointed at me,” are going to be Sigyn, the Goddes of Fidelity and, as many already know, Loki’s wife in the original norse mythology and the Marvel Comics, anything you can share with us about it? Will there be romance?”

I looked at Penelope, my manager, and she nodded and made a sign with her fingers, Well, I guess I can talk but not much, is that what she is trying to tell me? “Well, yes, Sigyn is Loki’s wife in the norse myths and the Marvel Comics, but we already know that the guys from the MCU like to change things up a bit, so who knows, maybe she will be Loki’s love interest, or his enemy, or just a good friend.” I saw Penelope giving me a thumbs up and I relaxed, Okay, I can do this.

“That is the worst answer ever,” said Ellen, and everyone laughed, “C’mon will you or will you not be marrying the Asgardian Prince?”

I made a sign of sealing my lips and throwing the imaginary key away, Ellen rolled her eyes and the looked at Tom “Okay, Tom, can you answer that question?”

Tom just looked to the other side, whistling like he was non the wiser. “I see,” said Ellen,”Tom, if your character died in Infinity War, does this mean that in this series we will learn about his past? Or he didn’t die at all and one of the theories that has been spread all over the internet is true?”

Tom sat at the edge of the seat and run his hands through his thighs, “Hmm, maybe the series are pre-Infinity War, maybe they are post-Infinity War, maybe it’s an alternate universe were Loki isn’t dead, who knows… The thing about all these internet theories is that I wish each and everyone of them were true, but to be honest, they have noticed things that I wasn’t even aware of…”

“Like the theory about the hands and the clones!” I interrupted him.

“Exactly, they created this huge thing, and when someone in a parking lot mentioned it to me I was like ‘Dude, that is really amazing, but I didn’t do that on purpose!’, so, you guys just have to wait and see.”

“I don’t know if you two are the worst or the best guests ever, you won’t reveal anything! I wish you were Mark Ruffalo and Tom Holland instead!”

The audience cheered and we laughed, “Aren’t they coming next week?” I asked, looking at Tom and then at Ellen with furrowed brows.

“Yes, but they will be coming with Benedict, so he can avoid any spoiler being revealed. He is like their official babysitter.” Tom laughed and took my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine, I smiled and kissed his jaw, forgetting for just a moment that we were in Live Television and there were thousands of people watching our every move. The audience awed and that broke our little bubble of love. I flushed and tried to lean away from Tom, but he squeezed my hand a bit tighter and just smiled his reassuring smile at me, Fuck it, I thought, they already know, why act like he isn’t the love of my life.

“Seems like you guys won’t be saying much about the series, so I’m gonna ask what everyone wants to know right now instead… Since when have you two been going out? We want all the juicy details.”

Tom laughed with his signature laugh and then said “We met at a BAFTA event, can’t really say if it was 2013 or 2014, we started out as friends, because both of our careers were just starting and we flew around a lot. After Y/N’s first big premier I asked her to be my girlfriend and we have been together ever since, right love?” There it was, he hadn’t called me love in the entire time we had been on the show. He was trying to keep our relationship a secret and I hadn’t realized how much I missed the pet name until now. I just nodded at him and smiled like the fool in love that I knew I was.

“And how are things between you too? How do you keep up with both your crazy schedules and all that?”

“There’s a lot of trust,” I started, “and patience. We also talk a lot on the phone, we FaceTime, text, email, anything. It is hard, sometimes, I miss him desperately, but he always knows how to surprise me and make the times apart a bit less bitter.” I kissed the knuckles of his hand that was still wrapped with mine and then rested both on my lap, the audience went crazy and I just couldn’t stop smiling at my man.

“Alright, lovebirds, we have run out of time, but I have a surprise for everyone here, because I really am an amazing person I give you: the exclusive trailer for the Loki series who will be available this year on Disney’s Streaming Service, Disney+. Bye!”

Tom and I waved at the cameras while the audience roared, then, there was an immediate silence when the trailer started rolling from all the monitors in the studio.

Looks like today we really broke the internet.

I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!

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insanityclause · 5 years

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Jamie Lloyd's Pinter on Pinter season of 20 one-act pieces has already been a roaring success, so it may seem odd that the director should formally conclude it, atypically, with the Nobel-winning playwright's full-length Betrayal. Yet the proof of the pudding reveals a showman's masterstroke.

With a young, absurdly attractive cast led by Hollywood favorite Tom Hiddleston, dynamically minimalist staging and an invitation to the audience to rethink its sympathies, Lloyd presents a subtly fresh take on one of Harold Pinter's greatest plays. It's a brave, sexy, at times emotionally intense, bravura production.

The presence of both the big-screen Loki (Hiddleston) and the small-screen Daredevil (Charlie Cox) together on stage can't be ignored. And how apt that the scheming villain with a destructive sense of entitlement and a supposed hero so damaged and dark that it's easier to root for his adversaries should have segued to Pinter's love triangle. What woman would want to be stuck between those two?

But back to the more rooted, bourgeois business at hand. Hiddleston is Robert, the publisher whose gallery-curating wife Emma (Zawe Ashton) has conducted a seven-year affair with his best friend Jerry (Cox), a literary agent. Pinter's great conceit, of course, was to tell his drama backwards — opening two years after the end of the affair, then casting back through its final days, then its heyday, to its beginning.

The opening scene between the now ex-lovers — a comic, sad, rather pitiable exchange — establishes the ripples that will run through that reverse course, not least the knowledge of the affair's ultimate failure and Emma's revelation that Robert knew about it for years, despite the complacent Jerry's assumption that he didn't.

Lloyd ensures that he reaps all the rewards of that strategy, and then some. Every subsequent scene is loaded with our knowledge of betrayals that have taken place, or will — as well as infidelity, the lies, concealments and emotional disappointments between husband and wife, between lovers, between friends.

And so during Robert's machismo-flavored insistence that Jerry join him in a game of squash, or his drunken literary rant aimed at one of Jerry's writers (Hiddleston is boisterously funny as he attacks his prosciutto and melon), we know that he knows, even if Jerry doesn't. Equally, Lloyd's decision to keep each of the actors on stage throughout the play, even when they're not participating, and his expert choreography of their movements, underlines the sense of characters and their misdeeds lurking in the shadows of every scene.

Where to locate the true emotion within all this deceit? It's normal to see Emma as the most wounded of the parties, the one leaving an abusive relationship for the hope of another, only to be let down by the ineffectual Jerry, who will never leave his own (unseen) wife; this was certainly the strongest impression of the last London production, with Kristin Scott Thomas devastating as Emma.

While this dimension remains, Ashton (Velvet Buzzsaw) plays it more elusively, her Emma often hiding behind inscrutable smiles; but now and again the façade breaks, silently, privately, and she becomes incredibly moving.

At the same time, Lloyd and Hiddleston have dramatically softened Robert, making him more than usually sympathetic. Hiddleston is superb, in fact, alternately smoldering, bristling, comic and crying, offering the character's icy aloofness and manipulativeness, but also showing vulnerability, particularly in the powerful scene in Venice when Robert fishes for an admission of infidelity from his wife.

Again, the production adds reverb of its own: could Robert's later cruelties be defensive gestures, and even his declaration to Jerry that he has beaten his wife a lie, to conceal his own pain? A desperate, momentarily passionate, touching attempt at intimacy between Robert and Emma, Robert's fond cradling of his daughter, and his embrace of the others at the party that marks the beginning of the end all allow for that possibility.

Jerry is the lesser role, a bit of a damp squib really, though Cox makes the most of the character's hilarious hypocrisy — in his constant assertion that he's Robert's oldest and best friend, and his own feeling of betrayal because no one told him that he'd been outed as a cad. However, the lack of a spark between the understated Cox and Ashton is the evening's weak link, leaving little evidence of substance to such a long and supposedly meaningful affair.

Designer Soutra Gilmour offers simple elegance everywhere you look: the pink marble-like backdrop, the bare, strategically revolving stage, the costumes — Ashton in blue blouse and flared jeans, Cox in jeans and jacket, Hiddleston a closely tailored suit, the three of them beautifully groomed and ensuring that no eyes will leave the stage.

"Well it's nice, sometimes, to think back, isn't it?" says Emma blithely at the outset. Lloyd, who also directed an uproariously good The Hothouse in 2013, again makes the most out of Pinter's morbid sense of irony.

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fathercharlesoffdensen · 6 years

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The head meds kicked in, but I had some time yet before work to knock this out, sry not sry.

Thor: Ragnarok's particular brand of humor does not, in fact, belittle or go out of its way to disrespect the apparently sacred ground of the stodgier parts of the MCU, but rather underscores their emotional importance by showcasing the characters dealing with them years down the road in a notably healthy way, at least compared to how they did so previously in canon. This is my thesis statement.

On principle, I cannot make everyone in Thor fandom see that Loki yearns for his relationship with Thor and even the rest of his family to be harmonious, and that, at least in movie canon (your mileage may vary, comics King Loki, you crazy leotarded bastard), or convince Marvel that it's actually a boon for Tom Hiddleston to infuse Loki's facial expressions with sincere emotional resonance when it comes to reacting to the idea that, in spite of their differences and Odin's terrible fucking parenting, he still loves his adopted brood, as opposed to characterizing him as a vaguely sympathetic Magneto-Joker hybrid and discarding him once he's no longer important to the plot. But uh, both of these things are a Thing.

I also can't expect that there aren't pockets of honkey-heavy (I include myself in this demographic; 'Crocs, mac 'n' cheese, glamping,' see? I am one of you) MCU fanon that aren't racist or least culturally insensitive and/or flat-out stupid, and that that also influences the small hard-on some people have for hating Ragnarok. I can say that if your main argument is bristling that Taika Waititi just doesn't ~~understand~~ Loki the same way Whedon and company do because Spike 2.0 doesn't translate well into the monolithic Maori New Zealandian he's-not-White-and-I-am-uncomfortable-about-that-guys dialect, you probably have some soul-searching to do. If you can’t find it, a gently used one from eBay will probably work just as well.

So anyway, Ragnarok, lemme walk you through it. There are a number of occasions where the film references its predecessors in humorous ways, and it is common for the aforementioned sliver of Thor fandom to be crotchety about it because I guess comedy does not, in fact, equal tragedy plus time. (Hot take: It does.) I posit in spite of all the whining that each reference to Thor 1 and/or 2 and/or the Avengers flicks in Ragnarok serves a specific purpose that, super weirdsies, probably doesn't involve Taika Waititi putting a 'kick me' sign on Tom Hiddleston's back and then turning on a camera. Also, I personally liked 'em, because things are too fucking serious sometimes and it's nice to laugh. But! Here they are, in all of their glory:

1. Loki's summer stock theatre: Loki has gone out of his way to cast appropriate actors whose portrayals of his family and friend(s) are a direct insight into how Loki himself views them all. Sif is overly feminine and useless, because Loki's a bit of a sexist as a defense mechanism for his own masculinity and 'feminine' interests/mannerisms being scorned for like 1,500 years, and is probably also still miffed that that pesky spelling Sif's hair to stay dark after he snuck into her bedroom and cut it off in comics canon MORE THAN ONCE thing did not, in fact, make Thor stop hanging out with her because it made Loki the prettiest maiden by default. Volstagg is Fat. Hogun is pretty accurate, because even Loki knows better than to fuck with Hogun too much. Liam Hemsworth parodying his brother's take on Thor is the most meta fucking thing I've ever seen, with the possible exception that Matt Damon might have his cameo as Loki because he also played Loki in Kevin Smith's Dogma way back when (though I can't substantiate this alas).

Perhaps most telling, Odin makes sweeping overtures in Loki's play about his being the savior of Asgard, the son he wishes he'd appreciated before he made his noble sacrifice, etc. This is a kind and noble portrayal of his adopted father, one which Loki has had time to come around to because he has had time to get to know Odin and the Asgardian citizens in a way he previously couldn't, post-Dark World, and it has matured and humbled him. Even so, his longing facial expressions when Odin matter-of-factly says he loves him and is proud of his magical abilities and reminds him of Frigga are an incredible epilogue to The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard, because finally, art has imitated life in a way that has showcased both Loki's and Odin's maturity. What Loki's play doesn't do is make light of Loki dying/'dying.' The humorous portrayal of everyone is proof that Loki himself has used both humor and theatre as a coping mechanism. This isn't someone who was gleeful to usurp Odin so he could have a run at 'conquering' Asgard. Bereft of prophetic insights from Heimdall or fate or what have you that Thor has at his disposal, and needing to not make too many waves, lest Thanos figures out where he's hiding, Loki spent most of his time as a hands-off 'ruler of the Realms, with the possible exception of small improvements on-planet, like putting railings on the fucking Rainbow Bridge because someone could fall off that thing, Heimdall.

Even Thor's accusation that he mostly sat around "in your bathrobe, eating grapes" is probably 50 percent not fully appreciating Loki's approach to Kingship and the other half goading him because he knew he was going to find Loki pretending to be their dad the second Surtur gloated that Odin wasn't on Asgard anymore. He wasn't really interested in ruling all along, in spite of being brainwashed/tortured into attempting it by Thanos; he said as much as far back as in Thor 2011 ("I never wanted the throne; I only wanted to be your equal"). Again, Loki was never portrayed in the movie 'verse as being a dyed-in-the-wool villain, and by Ragnarok, he's a young man/demigod just trying to figure out his place in everything; which arguably, Thor is doing as well, albeit in the form of taking a gap year or two from college to pal around with his friends on an extended road trip. TL;DR: Loki inadvertently spends a couple of years cooling off and growing up, and the result is a significantly healthier being who can laugh at himself because he's had the opportunity to finally sit down and put things into perspective. This brings me to my next point; this is a transition sentence.

2. Someone fell off that thing, Heimdall: If you aren't already mad giggling when you realize Loki has been in the room with Thor on Sakaar for several minutes and even in the scene, albeit blurry, without either of them noticing, I entreat you to appreciate that a bit. Okay.

Once again, Loki telling the story of his suicide attempt at the end of Thor 2011 as less a tragic, spur of the moment action brought about by his grief and inability to see the rift between himself and his family mending any time soon, and more of a pre-planned risk he took good-naturedly the way a self-referred adrenaline junkie might talk about going cliff diving or some such showcases another common defense mechanism of his: Adaptation. Loki is something of a chameleon even before taking his actual shape-shifting abilities into account. He's also an opportunist: If jumping aboard a new ship mid-battle because the odds of survival appear much greater, he has few moral qualms about doing so, and/or an intense desire to Just Survive that overshadows everything else. (Most of the time, anyway.) In a kinder understanding of his talented, lying silvertongue than Thor and Sif and the Warriors 3 seem to have, as well, Loki has a knack for selling his actions by way of pretending they were what he planned to do all along. This is the pathos behind his retelling of his near-suicide to a group of admiring onlookers. Loki has learned from his time as Odin what it is to take up the mantle of, as Hela sneers, "goblets and garden parties," and it inadvertently primes him to get along really well on Sakaar. Now that he, too, is away at college for the first time, Loki is unburdened by all the embarrassing shit everyone on Asgard knows about, and he uses it to craft an idealized version of himself for the sake of having a good story to tell at a party. This doesn't mean Taika Waititi is making light of Loki's near-death experiences: He absolutely expected to die in the 2011 film, and, I strongly argue, in 2012, this was also the case. After being pumped full of so much of Thanos' magic and power over the years probably was the only thing that kept him from dying from his wounds after taking a giant fucking sword through the chest, Loki woke up, looked around, surprised, and then made the situation work for him.

(I started rambling about how Odin's reluctance to not immediately come home once he broke free of Loki's spell [because he and Frigga had missed a lot of Odin Sex Nights aka Wednesdays and/or Heimdall warned him or something that destiny needed to take its course and that course was just letting Loki deal with all the board room meetings about how much Asgard spends monthly on booze while he ate pudding and lorded over the nursing home TV on Earth and that seemed way easier than having to listen to Loki whine about how much he hates prison all over again] and/or how obvious Loki's body movements are even in his Odin form meant that probably at least 75% of Asgard knew he wasn't fucking Odin the second they saw him also ties into the theme of everyone in the family kind of learning to get over themselves is apparent in even more subtle ways, but uh, this was the main gist of it. Sorry/you're welcome.)

3. "Mblergh, it's me!" I know The Snake Story wasn't movie canon before Ragnarok (though "that time I turned you into a frog" has been portrayed in other versions of Thor and Loki's relationship and it's fucking great in every one of them), but it, too, is evidential of the Brodinsons' mutual ability to allow time to help them reframe painful memories of the past with additional insight and a sense of humor; because again, it's fucking funny. Sorry you hate brown directors and having the replica of Loki's Avengers sceptre your mom bought you at Hot Topic in 2012 crammed up your ass so much that you can't see the forest for the trees, though.

Concluding paragraph: Thor: Ragnarok is up there for me with X-Men: First Class and Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith as being superhero movies with colons in the name and the backing of a ridiculously attractive bromance that have taken over large swaths of my overall fandom experience over the years and I am extremely fond of it on the basis of that alone, but also it's the most in-character and positive portrayal of Loki that we could have gotten from a movie 'verse whose big-wigs are otherwise largely apathetic to him, and people should probably be sending Taika Waititi like fruit baskets or something for it rather than angry missives on Twitter because we don't deserve him, and yet, there is he is anyways. Final thought: I have to believe he would appreciate Tom Hiddleston's emo vampire from Only Lovers Left Alive being brought into his own What We Do in the Shadows canon and Adam hating every God damned second of it and that they would talk about it over another bowl of pasta before talking about their plans for Thor 4, aka why don't we just do a mocumentary of the behind the scenes of Loki's theatrical productions (lots of Norse myths brought to life in increasingly inappropriate ways on stage) and idk you and Hemsworth can kiss or something at the end and Jeff Goldblum can be there doing whatever the fuck he wants, and then they high five.

Work Cited: I reblogged a post earlier today of a 99% legitimately solid argument that Loki didn't fake his demise at the end of either of the first two Thor movies, and a piece of it nonetheless got stuck in my craw. OP is probably good enough people, whereas I am merely a crabby fandom bitch who would look nicer if I wasn't so fat and would smile more. Bow following standing ovation slash a handful of death threats on social media. I gotta get ready for work now. L8r world, smell my ass!

#thor: ragnarok #thor #loki #taika waititi #tom hiddleston

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plussizeappreciationfics · 6 years

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One shot: What a birthday party

Requested by @oh-sweetgoodness: Hi! First things first, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR BLOG! Everything about it! ❤️❤️ I was wondering if I could get a request? Caucasian reader x Tom Hiddleston with him going to the reader’s rugby match? If that’s not possible, maybe going to a niece’s birthday party (avengers themed party)? ❤️❤️❤️ thank you, love!

Pairing: Caucasian plus sized reader x Tom Hiddleston

Warning(s): none

Word count: 935

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“Thanks again for going with me to my niece’s birthday party” you smiled at Tom who winked at you before adjusting his shirt. “Of course darling, what kind of boyfriend would I be I wouldn’t go with you?” he scoffed.

You smiled, “You’re really the best boyfriend a woman could ever wish for” you gushed while walking over to him and puckering your lips, silently asking him for a kiss. Tom chuckled before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss against your lips.

You let out a happy sigh before pulling away. Your phone buzzed on the bed, “That’s my sister, we need to leave now to arrive there in time” you spoke while walking over to the bed and picking it up. And indeed, your sister reminded you that it was time to leave your house.

“Let’s go” your boyfriend spoke and smiled before the two of you left your shared bedroom and walked down the stairs, “Darling, you never told me the theme of your niece’s birthday party” Tom realized as the two of you walked past the kitchen and living room, making your way to the front door.

“It’s a little surprise that I’m sure you’ll like” you smiled at him before opening the front door and walking down the front porch to the car. A few seconds later, the two of you were seated and secured with the seatbelts as Tom pulled out of the driveway and drove to your sisters house.

“I’m really excited” he kept repeating as he tried to find out the theme of your niece’s birthday party. “Me too and I know that she’ll be thrilled to see you” you smiled and thought of how your niece would lose her mind when seeing Tom Hiddleston at her Avenger’s themed party.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you pulled into your sister’s drive way. Balloons were decorating the front porch, making you smile and admire what an amazing mother your sister was.

“Let’s go!” you squealed before hopping out of the car and patiently waiting until Tom did the same before the two of you intertwined your hands and walked up the front porch of your sister’s house.

You pushed the doorbell and waited excitedly while squeezing Tom’s hand, he chuckled at your excitement. Soon enough, the door opened and your sister opened the door with her daughter on the hip. “Aunty [Y/N]!” your niece squealed and reached her arms out for you.

“Hey baby! Happy birthday!” you grinned and took her in your arms, pressing sweet kisses all over her face as she giggled, “Look I brought you a special present!” you said while turning to your boyfriend. Your niece gasped, “Loki!!” she squealed and wiggled herself out of your grasp and ran to Tom, hugging his knees tight while looking up to him with her big eyes.

“Loki! Come inside!” she spoke and took his hand before pulling him into your sister’s house. You and your sister smiled at each other before laughing and following your boyfriend and niece into the house.

Tom gasped as he saw the red, blue and white balloons, he turned to you and smiled, “Avenger’s themed party” he grinned before laughing.

You nodded your head with a big smile on your face. Your niece pulled Tom over to the snack table where very creative snacks were aligned.

“Do you want a hulk pudding and some super serum lemonade?” your niece sweetly asked your boyfriend while reaching for the snack and beverage. Tom’s heart swelled up in his chest, this was the most creative and cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Of course darling” he smiled and took the pudding and lemonade out of her hands.

A few seconds later your niece’s friends came running once they all saw “Loki”. They bombarded him with so many questions that he made every one sit on the couch in the living room.

“Okay, everybody gets to ask questions one after another okay?” he smiled as the little kids grinned and nodded their heads while munching on their snacks and taking sips from the super serum lemonade.

Your sister and the other parents went to the kitchen, happy that they could enjoy and talk amongst themselves without having to worry about their kids. You stood behind the couch and watched with joy and amusement how the children asked Tom things like

“Did Thor ever hit you with his hammer?

“Do you braid his hair?”

“Can you take us to Asgard?!”

“If Heimdall can see everything, does he see you do pipi?”.

The questions had you laughing but you loved how your boyfriend mastered every response. The kids were gasping, laughing and squealing when he started to play some scenes from the movies. Occasionally, Tom winked at you, knowing damn well that you were also fangirling about him acting like Loki.

Your niece kept thanking you over and over again for having brought her the most awesome present, “Loki”. A few hours later her friends had left and she was napping on the couch, worn out from all the sugar she had.

“Thank you [Y/N] and Tom” your sister said while hugging the two of you before pulling away and giving you a piece of the left over birthday cake. “It was my absolute pleasure” Tom spoke and smiled before the two of you left her house.

“I love you” you whispered while smiling at your boyfriend, wondering what you had done to deserve him. “I love you too darling. I had so much fun” he grinned as the two of you walked to the car.

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-Emma

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddelson #plus size reader

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girlfriendtanjiro · 4 years

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Get to Know Me Game

I was tagged by @hiscyarika (thank u Muffin!)

Rule is to tag 21 people you want to get to know better. (but I don’t know that many people)

Nickname: I don’t really think I have one? I mean. I have my preferred name but I don’t think that counts as a nickname.

Real name: Amber (nothing against it, it just doesn’t really feel like me)

Zodiac: Pisces (which is funny to me, only because I’m generally an extremely logical and not emotionally motivated person)

Favorite musicians or bands: I really like Halsey, Bastille, Billie Eilish, Hayley Kiyoko, mxmtoon, & Sasha Sloan

Favorite sports team: I do not follow sports AT ALL, the only sport I even remotely keep up with is gymnastics bc I love Simone Biles

Other blogs: I actually just recently started a new Loki/Tom Hiddleston blog (where I’ve been posting my new fics I’ve been working on). it’s @asgardianmagicman if you wanna check it out!

Do I get asks: Not really, which makes me sad. I love getting asks! it makes my day.

Tumblr crushes: I don’t actually have any...

Lucky numbers: 3, 9, 23

What am I wearing: a t-shirt, no pants (I'm in bed and have been wearing pajamas almost exclusively since I got home like two weeks ago).

Favorite food: Breakfast foods in general are the way to my heart, but I also have a massive soft spot for fried plantains and bread pudding (thanks to England for showing me bread pudding is actually really good)

Dream vacation: Honestly, I really just wanna go on a loop of Europe (a couple stops I’ve made already, but that just means I know I love them already!), probably about a third to half of which would be in the UK

Dream car: listen, I don’t like driving, I’m working on getting my license now (at age 20, mind you) out of necessity, so I don’t really care what kind of car I have. Maybe a VW Beetle? they’re kinda cute

Drink of choice: sweet tea, always. juice is a close second tho (just not orange or apple juice)

Instruments: I can play like. one thing on the piano by ear. but I sing a lot.

Languages: I speak English, took two years of French in high school, and am working on French on Duolingo again now (...on and off, anyways)

Celebrity crushes: Tom Hiddleston, Brie Larson, Florence Pugh, Daisy Ridley, and Gemma Chan

Random facts: I crochet, I’m teaching myself to embroider, I’ve been referred to as “the Queen of Podcasts” by at least two different friends, and I’m working on getting a film degree

21 tags of people who I’d like to see play along: I literally only know one person so I’m tagging @heavens-tiny-daggers

#tag game

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titriwrites · 7 years

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Scoop! - Chapter 11

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

Closer

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

‘Closer’ by Tegan and Sara

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhm, excuse me?”

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

“Yes?” she heard Tom answer, tentatively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t ruin the mood, Hiddleston.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*M*

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

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

“Tom, I swear to God –“.

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

“Touch. Me.”

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

“Touch me higher, then.”

“Where?” he whispered.

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

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

Jo sighed, deeply. “Tom.”

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

“Fuck, Tom.”

“Soon, love.”

“Smartass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*M*

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

Tagging @devikafernando @itsliterallythis @justthelosersblog

#scoop fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #chapter 11 #jo + tom #real person fanfiction #closer

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scarlettsage77 · 7 years

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Things I am Currently in Love With

Tagged by: @arelyhb ♥ You Dear!

one song: “The Only Living Boy in New York” by Simon and Garfunkel two movies:“I Saw the Light” (for reasons) & “Thor: Ragnarok” (because I have not been watchng a lot of movies lately and I am so excited for this I tingle in my soul). three series: “Fued: Bette and Joan”, “The Night Manager”, “RuPaul’s Drag Race/Untucked” (Any and every Season, any and all the time. I just love those queens.). four people: Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Scarlett Johansson, Jinkx Monsoon five foods: Sushi, pudding, Grilled egg and cheese sandwiches, Pizza from “Baked” (A local pizza joint by the theater where I work that is just ridiculous), Caramel Kisses six people to tag: @painfullythickimagines @imagine--buddies @frenchfrostpudding @foureyedsiopao @kianya-loves @randomdancer17

#game

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singedsun · 6 years

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20 Questions Meme

I was tagged by @scahill42

1. One thing you would change in your personality?

The sort of doubt and anxiety that comes from over-analysis.

2. What is your DA rare pair?

All of them. Either me or me and a writing partner, or someone writing for me, are the only writers in the archive for several of my favorite pairings.

The rarest of them, I ...think... is still Teagan/Anora. Pretty sure I’m the only one that’s written that. *double checks AO3* Well, yes and no. @owlmoose95 wrote me a fantastic Teagan/Anora story for DA RBB a few years back, but that was based on my fanmix, so it stands.

I feel like Aveline/Fenris is a close second, but I know there’s fanart of that which doesn’t exist for Teagan/Anora.

3. A song that made you cry?

Last? Calico Skies by Paul McCartney

4. The best movie ever?

What? Impossible choice. Pushing Tin is one of my favorites but that doesn’t make it good. UGH. Um. Labyrinth. Maybe. Or Legend. The Neverending Story?

Fucking... Moana? I don’t know. What are the parameters here.

5. Food you will never eat?

Jello. Pudding. Marshmallows. Sweet Potatoes.

6. Your celebrity crush?

Tom Hiddleston. Cate Blanchett.

7. Your favorite DA location and why?

I really liked the look of Redcliffe in Inquisition? Or for as annoying as the Storm Coast is to play... I really like the ocean and the rain.

8. You’re a night or a morning person?

NIIIIIIIIIGHT

9. You have any tattoos?

I have three.

10. How many languages you speak?

English. That’s it.

But, I’m pretty okay at reading Spanish and so-so at reading French.

11. Where would you most like to visit?

Any day of the week, you can take me to Vegas and I’m a happy girl. But, I’ve never been overseas and badly want to see Ireland. I’d also be quite happy to make a heathen’s trip to Rome, the Vatican specifically, just so I can see the art.

12. What’s the best book you’ve read?

Palmipsest by Cathrynne M. Valente. (IT IS NOT for everyone. Her writing is very much YMMV, but I’m in love with everything about this book.)

13. Who is your favourite BioWare character?

Teagan? Seems too easy.

Aveline Vallen. For sure.

Wait. Samantha Traynor.

oh no. Thane. Damn. Thane Krios. Yeah. That’s the one.

14. Who’s your least preferred BioWare character?

Fucking Anders. Followed closely by Solas.

15. What’s your favourite game?

For what... I’m a StarCraft girl from WAAAAAY back. I can play the shit out of some Sims. But Dragon Age: Origins probably? I don’t know.

The Last of Us is probably the better answer. :)

16. What’s your patronus?

Pottermore says is a fucking stoat. Nah bro. Give me a big cat any day of the week. One of these days I’m going to die because I tried to reach in and pet a giant leopard. Or a tiger.

17. Cake or ice cream?

Cake. Chocolate cake with chocolate icing. Unless there’s cheesecake available?

18. Dogs or cats?

Yes? Dogs though. Dogs are my heart.

19. What was your favourite DA romance?

Josephine, hands-down.

She’s the sweetest, purest romance and I love her to death.

20. Do you prefer sunshine or are you a winter person?

I prefer my midwestern falls; a little bit of sun with cool temperatures.

#meme #about me

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plussizeappreciationfics · 6 years

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Headcanon: Puns puns puns

Requested by anonymous: Hii! Could you maybe make a Tom Hiddleston scenario where his girlfriend( half japanese/american) keeps annoying him with puns?

Pairing: Caucasian/Japanese plus sized reader x Tom Hiddleston

Warning(s): none

Word count: 868

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Tom sighed as you giggled, the two of you were currently shopping at the mall enjoying each other’s company when you began telling him puns that were not at all funny to him. “Hey Tom?” you said while grinning at your boyfriend.

“Yes darling?” he smiled at you while the two of you strolled hand in hand past the stores. “How do you throw a space party?” you asked while trying to keep your giggles in. Tom shook his head in confusion, “You planet” you said before bursting out laughing, making strangers look at you as you hysterically laughed at your own pun.

“Oh dear” Tom sighed, knowing damn well that nothing could stop you now. “Okay okay. What did the buffalo say to his son?” you questioned while trying to keep a straight face. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes while having a smile on his face. “Bison” you squealed before bursting out in giggles again, your stomach starting to hurt from all the laughter.

“I think we’re done now” Tom chuckled as the two of you walked out of the mall and through the parking lot, “Hey babe?” you said while grinning over at your boyfriend who was standing at the car. “Yes my dear?” he said, already knowing that you were about to hit him with another pun.

“Sausage puns are the wurst” you giggled loudly before hopping into the car. “I’m hilarious” you said in between the laughter. Tom just shook his head and got into the car, putting his seatbelt on while you were still a laughing mess in your seat.

“Okay let’s get you home” he chuckled. “Oh come on! You didn’t laugh on one pun I told you” you whined and pouted, it’s because they weren’t funny” Tom confessed and chuckled when you gasped dramatically while placing your hand on your chest.

“Oh I’m going to get you to laugh at my puns” you promised with a smirk before clearing your throat. “Okay, why did the tomato turn red?” you asked. Tom thought for a few seconds before shaking his head while pulling out of the parking lot, “Because it saw the salad dressing” you squealed and slapped your thigh.

You wiped the tears off your face and looked at your boyfriend who still wasn’t laughing. “Oh don’t be a party pooper. My puns are funny” you whined and crossed your arms. “I will laugh when I’ll find one funny” Tom chuckled and sped down the road, eager to get home and relax. You continued telling Tom puns but none of them bad him laugh, you were seriously starting to question his sense of humor.

~~~

“You’re not human” you stated while hopping out of the car and walking to the trunk to take your bags. Tom chuckled, “I am. I just don’t laugh at anything unlike you” he spoke which made you gasp and glare at him.

“I don’t laugh at anything” you argued back while closing the trunk and walking with your boyfriend towards the front door. Tom gave you a blank expression, “Pudding” he said which made you giggle instantly, “Damn it!” you groaned as he was right.

“See” tom smirked and opened the front door before letting you the house first. You groaned and walked over to the couch where you dropped all the plastic bags. “Okay maybe everything’s funny to me but that doesn’t give you an excuse to be so…not funny” you continued arguing with your boyfriend while removing your jacket.

Tom chuckled and copied your action before tossing the jacket on the couch. “Hey Tom?” you called out to him, he turned around and raised his eyebrows. “What do you call a Spanish pig?” you asked.

“I don’t know” your boyfriend replied. You let out a few low giggles, “Porque” you said with a fake Spanish accent before bursting out laughing again while taking your bags. “Still not funny” Tom which made you stop laughing and glare at him. “You’re just allergic to fun” you rolled your eyes.

You stopped telling Tom puns as it seemed impossible for him to find them funny. The two of you spent the rest of the day relaxing while catching up on TV shows, cooking dinner together before he led you up the stairs and made sweet love to you.

~~~

“That was amazing” you panted and smiled at your boyfriend who was sitting up straight on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. “Yes indeed” he breathed heavily while wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You groaned while sitting up straight and also resting your back against the cool headboard. Tom leaned in and pressed another sweet kiss against your lips. You giggled and raised and eyebrow, “Hey baby?” you said.

“Yeah darling?” your boyfriend answered. “Why didn’t the lion win the race?” you questioned and bit your lip with a smile. Tom let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, “I have no idea. Please enlighten me [Y/N]” he said with smile.

“Because he was racing against a cheetah” you replied. Tom stared at you for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. “Yes!” you cheered and proudly watched your boyfriend laughing at your joke.

-Emma

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x plus size reader #plus size reader

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