#texts from tom hiddleston
Text
Texts from Tom Hiddleston
Masterlist
36. Yours
Warnings: Smut, FLUFF
A/N: It is with both pride and sadness that I say this is the concluding chapter to this series, (though I may write an epilogue). I hope you enjoyed it!
“Darling, we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation,” Tom’s voice called from your foyer.
“Just a minute,” you responded from your bedroom while you put on your earrings. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before meeting your boyfriend, waiting (mostly) patiently by the front door, looking dashing as ever. “Hey, handsome.”
His face lit up when he saw you. “Hello, beautiful,” he purred as he pulled you in for a kiss. He tried to keep it chaste but you couldn’t help but slip your tongue between his lips while you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in as close as possible. When the kiss ended, he opened his eyes slowly, looking dazed.
“Just a gentle reminder that we don’t need to go out,” you said sweetly. “We’ve waited long enough.”
He took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, darling, but I’m going to do this right.”
“When have we ever done things ‘right?’” you asked, chuckling.
“That’s exactly my point! I’ve never actually taken you out on a date!”
“You are more than welcome to take me out on a date after we’ve had sex,” you suggested, bringing your hands up to play with the open collar of his shirt.
He put his hands on your wrists and stroked his thumbs across your knuckles. “Will you please let me do this? I promise you it will be worth it.” He looked down at you with pleading eyes, the kind that made your chest ache a bit, and you realized he wasn’t just doing this out of chivalry. He was trying to make up for the last time the two of you had had sex, months ago, despite numerous attempts on your part to make him realize that you were both at fault for that night. If this is what it would take for him to forgive himself, then you would happily oblige.
“Okay, darling,” you replied, cupping his face in your hand and softly stroking his cheek.
He kissed the inside of your wrist. “Thank you, love.” And with that, the two of you left for the restaurant.
—————————————————
Ever since you started dating Tom, even though you were fully aware that he was a celebrity, it never really felt like you were dating a celebrity. That is until your date that night. He had parked in a secluded spot behind the restaurant and the owner let the pair of you in the back entrance through the kitchen. You expected to be led to some sort of secluded dining room, away from the other customers. Instead, you stepped out into the main dining room, but there were no other customers. It was empty and the curtains were closed on large front windows to obscure the view of any paparazzi or other passers by. In the middle of the room there was a table donned with a white table cloth, candles, rose petals, and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.
Tom pulled out your chair for you to sit and then sat down across from you. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Tom, this is…” you paused, looking around the room. “…amazing! Did you buy out the whole bloody restaurant?”
He chuckled lightly. “You deserve it, princess. Besides, I like to keep my private life private. At least as much as I possibly can.”
“I think we’re fairly well rehearsed at that by now,” you joked, winking playfully at him.
“Be that as it may,” he replied with a smile before turning a bit more serious. “I won’t always be able to protect you from the paparazzi and fans, though I will try my hardest.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. He looked apprehensive. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“I am,” you responded without hesitation. You had actually thought about this a lot since you first started dating Tom. Back then it was a fairly significant source of anxiety for you, fearing that your boss or a parent of one of your students would find out about your relationship via a pap photo in some trashy tabloid magazine. But now that your relationship was no longer taboo, fans and media prying into your relationship seemed a bit more tolerable. More than that, it was a sacrifice you were more than willing to make to be with the man you loved.
“And while I would love to have you on my arm for every public event I attend, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about walking the red carpet with you,” you confessed bashfully. “Though I’m not nearly as photogenic as you.”
Tom smiled and shook his head. “Are you joking? Darling, you should know by now how gorgeous you are. Your smile alone would have everyone enamored with you in an instant!”
You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your smile as you looked down at your menu, but he used his index finger to lift your chin back up to look at him and his voice dropped to a low timbre. “And don’t get me started on how wild it drives me when you bite your lip like that.”
Your breath hitched and you immediately felt a gush of arousal between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, Tom’s tongue darting out to wet his lips. You wanted to fuck him right there on the table and you were sure he wanted it too, but then he snapped himself out of it, clearing his throat and releasing your chin as he leaned back in his chair and smiled warmly at you. You smiled back, but you couldn't help but look a bit flustered as you adjusted yourself in your seat and the two of you began perusing the menu.
———————————————
Your dinner was possibly the best food you’d ever had, but it still didn’t quite take your mind off of other things. While you ate, your eyes wandered over his every feature: his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bone, and down to the little bit of chest hair peeking out from his open collar, imagining the trail of kisses you’d leave along that exact same path, and then lower and lower…
Tom’s voice saying your name pulled you from your trance. Your eyes snapped back up to his soft blue gaze. “I was going to ask if you wanted dessert, but I think you just answered my question,” he said with a grin. He signaled for the waiter and promptly paid the check before the two of you hastily made your way to the car.
Tom opened the passenger side door for you to get in, and then proceeded around the car to get in the driver’s seat. As soon as he shut the door behind him, you grabbed him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. The two of you immediately lost yourselves in it. With your lips firmly locked with his, you climbed over the center console to straddle his lap. Your hands in his hair, his hands roaming your curves, the two of you were panting and whimpering until you reached down to undo his belt.
“Not here,” Tom said, reluctantly pulling his lips away from yours and moving your hand away from his bulging groin.
“Babyyyyyy,” you whined, grinding your hips against his.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Princess, will you please buckle up so I can take you home?” he asked sweetly.
You let out a conceding sigh. “Only if you show me how fast your jag can go,” you teased. You kissed him on the cheek and then climbed back into the passenger seat, giving him a smirk as you fastened your seatbelt.
He chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” And with that, he revved the engine and took off towards his house.
The car ride was filled with light touches and sultry giggles, and when you arrived at Tom’s place, he lifted you up as soon as the front door closed behind the two of you, hitching your legs over his hips and carrying you to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed with you in his arms and kissed you feverishly while you unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Then you stood up in front of him and slowly peeled off your dress to reveal the red lace lingerie you had picked out for the occasion.
He stared up at you in awe, his eyes roaming over your figure. When his gaze met yours again, it was so intense that you felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. You bit your lip and looked down at the floor. He stood up slowly in front of you, putting one hand on your waist and the other lifted your chin, encouraging you to look at him again. Leaning in close, he brought his lips to yours, caressing them tenderly. You closed your eyes and felt a warmth wash over your body from both love and lust as you kissed him softly.
When your lips eventually parted, Tom swallowed hard as he slowly opened his eyes. “Lie down for me?” he requested quietly, lightly stroking his thumb across your chin.
You nodded as you flashed him a coy smile, and then you laid down on your back on the bed. As you did so, he watched you intently while he took off his trousers and boxers. As soon as he was free of his clothes, he crawled on top of you, hovering over you possessively and kissing you deeply. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close to you. When you felt his cock glide against your clit, you moaned softly into the kiss, but he pulled away slightly to look at you.
“Not yet,” he told you in a low, soft tone. “We’re going to take this nice and slow tonight. Okay, sweetheart?” With a feather-light touch, he rubbed his nose against yours.
You simply nodded again, entranced by his intense affection. With his index finger he lightly traced the patterns in the lace that covered your breasts and stomach.
“You look so sexy in this, darling,” he told you sweetly. “But I haven’t seen you naked in months.”
Hooking his fingers under the straps, he began pulling your lingerie off of you while you wiggled out of it. After discarding it on the floor, he knelt on the bed in front of you, taking in the sight before him. He licked his lips as you parted your legs. Then he leaned down and captured your lips in another passionate kiss, his hand finding your breast and kneading it tenderly, occasionally brushing his thumb over your nipple.
Eventually his lips left yours to place a kiss to the corner of your jaw, and then another one just behind your ear. A soft sigh escaped your lungs as you brought your hand up to gently caress the nape of his neck.
His kisses continued downward, leaving a trail of tingling electricity in their wake: your neck, your collar bone, your chest. When he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples you gasped softly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
As he continued his descent down your body, worshiping every inch of you, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter in anticipation, until you finally felt his soft lips kiss your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, as if he was putting aloe vera on a sunburn. You had forgotten just how good his mouth felt between your legs. Clearly he felt similarly because he moaned in unison with you when he licked up the length of your slit.
“Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he mused, his breath fanning your soaked cunt before he continued exploring it with his tongue. He lapped at your inner walls while his nose gently nudged your clit, driving you wild in the process.
With both hands in his hair, you tugged on his locks. “Please, baby,” you begged. You didn’t have to say any more than that. He knew what you wanted. He dragged his tongue up to your clit and slowly drew circles around it as he inserted one, and then two fingers into your channel, causing you to arch your back and moan. Then he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked while his fingers curled inside of you, and that’s when you came tumbling over the edge. “Oh yes! Don’t stop! Fuck!”
He continued his actions until he felt you begin to relax, at which point he removed his mouth and fingers from your throbbing cunt and crawled back up to you, smiling down at you with his lips and chin glistening from your arousal.
“How was that?” he asked, looking down at you earnestly as he stroked your hair. “Any pain?”
“None whatsoever,” you replied, smiling up at him. “It felt so fucking good.”
A huge smile spread across his face. “Good,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you softly.
As you kissed him back, you reached down between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, giving it a couple of pumps before gliding the tip through your slick folds. He let out little whimpers and huffs against your lips until finally he pulled away to look at you.
“Are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly, concern in his voice.
“Yes,” you whined, bucking your hips. “I need you inside me so bad!”
He rested his forehead against yours, looking intensely into your eyes. “Tell me if anything feels even the slightest bit uncomfortable, okay?”
You cupped his face in your hands. “I’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”
He rolled his hips slowly, gently pushing his length inside you until he was completely engulfed in you. You both groaned at the wonderful feeling. Then he stilled there for a moment and began giving you the softest little kisses. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “So much.” More kisses. “More than I can possibly express.”
“I love you too,” you replied softly, grinning widely against his lips while they caressed yours over and over in kisses sweeter than honey.
You slowly began to move your hips, signaling to him you were ready for him to move, and he did just that. Slowly, he pulled back, and then carefully pushed forward again. You thought it was so sweet how gentle he was being with you. He repeated this over and over, all the while his lips lingered longer and longer on yours. A mix between a sigh and a moan escaped from your lungs and tangled with his own soft groans of pleasure as you were finally able to feel him move inside you again. You both kept that sensually slow pace for a while, reveling in the intense love coursing between your connected bodies, and then the tempo began to gradually increase. His breathing became more labored and his kisses sloppier. He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking almost desperately as he began to thrust into you. A breathy whimper escaped you with each snap of his hips, and you could feel the tension building in you, ready to release at any moment.
“Tom,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to meet his at an even faster pace.
“Y/n,” he breathed needily in your ear.
You raked your nails across his back. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Please, come with me!”
With a grunt, he lifted his head to look at you as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. You met his gaze as you felt a warmth spread through your entire body once again. You felt your muscles tense and the coil in your belly tighten until it suddenly snapped. Your cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock in what you were certain was the most intense orgasm of your life, but you kept your eyes on him as you watched him come undone at the same time. You cried out each other's names while you rode out your collective high.
When you began to come down, you smiled brightly up at Tom, who beamed back at you, and you felt your eyes well up with tears. They fell down across your temples, through your hair, and onto the pillow. You knew this might have concerned Tom, had he not had tears in his own eyes as well, which fell onto your cheeks as he placed another deep kiss to your lips.
When your lips finally parted, he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so that you were laying on top of him. You rested your chin on his chest as you gazed lovingly at each other and he gently stroked your hair. Neither of you said anything for a long while, until Tom spoke seemingly out of nowhere.
“Marry me,” he said, barely above a whisper.
It took a moment to process what he had said. You searched his face for any sign that he was joking. When you found none, you thought perhaps you heard him wrong. “What?”
“Marry me,” he repeated with a soft smile.
You smiled broadly and chuckled. “You’re mad,” you replied casually, though surely he could feel your heart beating fast against his stomach.
“I might be,” he replied, his smile never faltering. “Does that mean your answer is ‘no?’”
“I don’t remember hearing a question,” you retorted as you moved to lay on your side next to him, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking down at him.
He chuckled, tracing your curves with the tips of his fingers. “Are linguistics your only concern here?”
You cupped his face in your hand as your expression turned earnest. “I’m just worried you haven’t thought this through, that maybe you’re just caught up in the moment.”
Tom bit back a smile, as if thinking of some private joke only he was in on.
“What?” you asked with a giggle.
“Close your eyes.”
You gave him a questioning look, but did as he said anyway. As soon as your eyes were closed, you felt the bed shift, and then heard the sound of his bedside table drawer open and shut. The bed shifted again as Tom laid back down next to you.
“Open,” he said.
You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was Tom smiling back at you. He was lying on his side facing you, propped up on his elbow just as you were. The second thing you saw was the small black velvet box he was holding up in front of you. You looked at him wide-eyed.
“I bought this the day after we got back together,” he explained a bit sheepishly, looking down at the box. Then he looked back up at you. “So no, I’m not just caught up in the moment, but looking at you lying in my arms, looking more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen, I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to ask you now. But if this is too fast, I am more than willing to wait until you’re ready.”
“You still haven’t asked me anything yet,” you teased him, giggling through the tears in your eyes.
He laughed and shook his head at your adorable stubbornness that he loved so much. “Y/n,” he began affectionately. “I am more in love with you than I ever thought possible, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” As he asked you this, he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen.
For a moment you were speechless. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you grinned like an idiot until you remembered how to breathe. “Yes,” you choked out.
Tom looked at you in awe. “Really?”
This made you laugh. “Of course, you silly sod!”
You kissed him hard on the lips, throwing yourself on top of him and knocking the ring, which was still in the box, out of his hand in the process.
“Darling,” Tom mumbled against your lips after a few moments of shameless snogging. You pulled away only slightly to look at him. “I can return the ring if you don’t like it.”
“Oh shit!” You quickly scrambled off of your new fiancé and looked frantically around for the little black box. As soon as you found it, you took the ring out and admired it fondly. “Sorry, baby, I got so excited! I really do love it though.” You were sitting on your knees facing away from Tom, and about to put the ring on, when you felt his chest press against your back
“May I?” he asked softly in your ear. He took the ring from your grasp and delicately slipped it onto your left ring finger before wrapping both arms snug around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Chelsea and Emma are going to freak out,” you thought out loud with a giggle. “Whether it will be in a good way or a bad way, I’m not sure.”
Tom chuckled in your ear. “Emma actually helped me pick out the ring.”
You turned your head to look at him. “She knew you were going to propose??”
“And I’m willing to wager she told Chelsea too.”
“Those sneaky bitches!” You exclaimed jokingly.
“It turns out they can keep a secret after all.”
He placed a light kiss to your shoulder and then he tickled your sides, causing you to squeal and giggle while you tried to squirm out of his grasp. Your reaction only spurred him on however, so he continued tickling you.
“Thomas William!” You attempted to scold him through your laughter. “Cut it out!”
Eventually you were able to wiggle yourself free, crawling towards your pillow in an attempt to escape, but Tom quickly pinned you down and resumed tickling you while he laughed into the crook of your neck.
You shrieked and giggled until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay! Okay! Jötunheim!”
He stopped and lifted his head, looking at you amused. “Did you just use our old safe word?” he asked with a chuckle.
You smirked and giggled. “Maybe… it worked, didn’t it?”
He laughed and released your hands from his grasp. “Touché, my darling,” he conceded as he moved to lay on his side.
You turned to face him, tangling your legs with his and laying your head on the same pillow, your nose almost touching his.
“Do you remember what we originally used that word for?” Tom asked as he began running his fingertips up and down your arm.
“Of course I do,” you replied with a chuckle. “We tried so hard just to be friends.”
A smirk spread across his face. “Well, you did at least.”
You gasped and swatted him playfully on the chest. “You didn’t try at all?”
“I tried a little!” he said in defense. “But what was I meant to do? I was madly in love with you!”
“You were not,” you argued, rolling your eyes despite the huge smile on your face.
“Oh believe me, I was. Excruciatingly so.” Tom inched his face closer to yours, lowering his voice as if he was telling you a secret. “From the moment I met you, I was done for.”
You giggled at his dramaticism. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“At the time, it was,” he said matter-of-factly. “I was doomed to love a woman who couldn’t love me back.” There wasn’t a hint of sadness or pain in his voice, but a pang of guilt resonated in your chest all the same, causing your smile to fade. Noticing this, he brought his hand up to gently caress your face, lightly stroking his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “Little did I know,” he continued, “that I would one day convince that very same woman to agree to be my wife.”
Your smile returned, a warm glow replacing the pain in your chest. “You didn’t ‘convince’ me of anything.” You softly rubbed the tip of your nose against his. “I promise you, Tommy. I am yours. I’ve been yours. Even when we were apart, I was yours, and I’ll be yours for the rest of our lives.”
Tom looked deep into your eyes, his lips just barely touching yours. “And I’m yours. No matter what. Forever and always.”
TFTH tag list: @darkacademicfrom2021 @lokiprompts @blackwidownat2814 @immersed-in-mischief @anonymousfiction211 @naniky @stars-and-moondust7 @d1a2n389 @maevetriesart @ice-queen-of-music @donttouchmylaevateinn @likeitloveitblogit @tiredmamamac @owldwagitoutofyou @vampire7595 @1marvelnerd3000 @fromasgardandback @pescadoavocado @nadderlover1 @asgardianprincess1050 @apine7 @elenaysusneuras @sleepdeprevedswede @mochie85 @slpnbty2001 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @caleighhiddleston @sleutherclaw @geekwritersworld @violethaze @sweetberry47 @huntress-artemiss @thedistractedagglomeration @kbakery @dryyoursaltyoceantears @hayden429 @the-princess-of-loki @rubievans-rogers @unofficialxmarvelfreak
#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston x you#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston x y/n#tom hiddleston x female reader#tom hiddleston fluff#tom hiddleston smut#tom hiddleston fanfiction#texts from tom hiddleston#tfth#tom hiddleston texts#original content#romance#Spotify
99 notes
·
View notes
Text
#Ive brought you all a gift#still recovering from the Loki finale#this is a cry for help#lokius#marvel#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki series#mcu#mobius m mobius#incorrect quotes#tom hiddleston#owen wilson#loki finale#loki season 2#mobius#loki spoilers#lokius incorrect quotes#text post
208 notes
·
View notes
Text
67 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sorry for the upcoming Loki spam. It’s the only Marvel thing I still care even a teeny bit about so I have to watch it.
#twelve years of finding Tom Hiddleston hot and I’m not about to stop now#text#at least my followers will get a small break from bg3
1 note
·
View note
Note
you’re the best writing angst so i was wondering if i could request some angst with kylian where he cheats and she finds out please? no happy ending please?
writing this made me cry also i am sure kylian would not be like this in real life so this is all fictional haha
thank you for requesting this i hope you like it <3
kylian mbappe x reader
Was she worth it?
Twitter just fucked up your relationship.
You wished you weren’t so bored to go and spend hours and hours on Twitter but here you were, with your phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. You saw Kylian’s name trending on Twitter so you decided to check it out, you thought that maybe he was trending because of the upcoming game PSG had that week but nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing.
Kylian, hand in hand with his best friend in one picture. Holding her waist in an other picture. Her kissing him on the cheek in the next picture. Kylian kissing her on the lips in the last picture. You knew he was having a “PSG dinner” but apparently he was at some party Neymar threw in one of the most exclusive clubs in Paris.
Those pictures went worldwide in a second.
“Kylian cheating on y/n is the last thing I needed to see” one of Kylian’s fan pages tweeted. You were glad that most of his fans were standing by your side, knowing that Kylian was madly in love with you and felt betrayed by this behaviour.
“What is they broke up and he’s just having fun?” someone else tweeted. How could you have break up when he posted a picture of the two of you together two days ago?
“I’m a daughter of divorced parents” someone else joked, you laughed a bit through tears knowing that it’s a typical fangirl thing to say. You said that too when Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston broke up so you couldn’t blame them.
“Finally he found someone prettier” someone said. That made you hurt. Millions of thoughts started running into your mind.
The worst part was probably that Neymar, one of your best friends was the one who threw the party and didn’t even invite you, probably knowing that Kylian was cheating on you. Everyone from the team was there. All of your friends and their wives and girlfriends, when Kylian only said it was a business dinner and you didn’t have to go because it would have been boring, instead he was partying and cheating on you. And everyone knew and said nothing.
You couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You were feeling humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed by the people you thought were your friends, sad, angry, disappointed and heart broken. A mix of everything that didn’t go well with the wine you were drinking.
You saw people tagging you on Instagram and decided to open it, it couldn’t have been worse that Twitter you thought. It was so wrong.
Neymar posted a few stories where everyone was having fun, drinking and dancing. Your best friend posted a video of Kylian and whoever that girl was who was sat on his lap while they were hugging. Your best friend. The man who threatened Kylian once you started dating. He posted a story where Kylian, that girl, Achraf and Hiba were there all laughing and having fun. Your two other friends. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, feeling betrayed by them and Kylian.
You knew everyone was drunk and that Neymar would have regretted posting those pictures the next day but it was too late. You saw the pictures, the whole world saw the pictures.
You put your Instagram private, unfollowing everyone who was there at the party and blocking them, including Kylian too.
You were so tired you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep.
Kylian got home around 3 am, drunk but not too drunk to know what happened that night. He knew he fucked up bad. Neymar started feeling guilty too he tried to reach your DMs but couldn’t find nothing on you, seeing you blocked him.
“She blocked me” he texted to Kylian who left him on read. Kylian immediately checked his insta but he couldn’t found you either, meaning you saw the pictures and the videos. He fucked up really bad.
He decided to sleep in the guest bedroom knowing you probably wouldn’t want to see him that night.
He woke up before you, feeling a little hungover but more worried about how his relationship might turn. He made some breakfast for the two of you and waited for you to wake up.
You didn’t even know that Kylian was back home so you simply got out of your bedroom and went straight to the kitchen, only to find Kylian sat at the table with a guilty look on his face.
Good. That’s how you wanted him to feel. Guilty. Humiliated. Alone. As you felt last night.
“Mon amour can we talk please?” he asked you but you immediately corrected him
“Y/n. Not mon amour, just y/n” you said with a hard look on your face. You had no more tears after last night. Sadness ran so madness and anger could walk. You thought about what to do all night and the answer was easy, breaking up with him in the most cruel way. You never felt so sad and humiliated like last night so it was only fair that he felt the same way.
“Baby please…” he said standing up from the chair and taking a few steps towards you but you backed off
“Y/n” you repeated
“I’m so sorry, I swear…” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes
“About what? Cheating? Lying? Humiliating me? Be more specific Mbappè” you said calling him by last name
“For everything…I wish I could say I was just drunk but I wasn’t, I just…I have no excuses but it wasn’t my intention to cheat on you” he said but you couldn’t help but laugh
“Are you even listening to yourself Kylian? First you lie to me telling me you have a business meeting, then I find out that you are with Neymar, my best friend who threw a party and didn’t even invite me, and for last I see pictures and videos of you cheating on me with I don’t know who, while laughing and having fun and all you can say is sorry?” you said, your hard look never leaving your face, you didn’t want to show your weakness because you knew that if you started crying you would forgive him “Do you know how I felt? When everyone I knew were having fun knowing that you cheated? I felt so fucking humiliated and sad and mad and all I wanted to do was never seeing you again, something that I’m going to do soon because you’ll never see me again Kylian” you said, your look never leaving his face
“What-what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit while tears fell from his face
“That it’s over. We’re done. You’re dead to me” you said taking off the promise ring he got you for your last birthday. A promise to love you that he couldn’t keep.
“No-no this isn’t real…I made a mistake I know, she doesn’t mean nothing to me, I need you here you-you can’t do this” he said fully crying. You’ve never seen Kylian crying so much and a part of you felt bad, the other part was proud of you for standing against him.
“I already did it. I’ll be back when you’re at practice so I can pack and leave…I don’t want to see you ever again, I only hope she was worth it” you said leaving your apartment, you didn’t care if you were wearing only your pajamas, you needed to get away from that house as soon as possible.
You reached for your car and once you were inside you let all of your tears fall. Sobs hurting your chest, your breathing fast and heavy. You started driving, you had no idea of where to go. When something bad happened and Kylian wasn’t there you would usually call Neymar but you couldn’t face him at the moment. But in the same time you were thinking about Neymar he popped up in the home of your phone, trying to call you.
You answered, ready to end him as you just did with Kylian.
“Y/n honey where are you? Kylian told me everything, are you safe? Are you driving?” he asked through the phone
“So now you care?” you asked, your voice breaking a little
“What you mean? Of course I care about you…” he said back
“Oh cut the bullshit! Did you have fun last night?” you sarcastically asked him
“Y/n listen to me…” he tried to speak but you stopped him
“No you listen to me. You were my best friend. Were because you’re a total stranger now to me. You had the nerve to post about Kylian and his new chick on your stories and now you’re asking me if I’m okay? Of course not! Kylian’s dead to me, I don’t want to ever see him again, he broke all of my trust and so did you…Ney I thought you really cared” you took a deep breath and continued talking “I don’t care how drunk you were, I don’t care honestly…just so you know, we’re done. You’re dead to me too, you and your little friend and all of the people who I thought were my friends. It’s over” you said before hanging up, not even giving him the chance to speak. He tried to call you back but you simply wouldn’t answer. You kept driving without nowhere to go. Almost an hour later you stopped in an empty parking lot, trying to recompose yourself and, with your spam account, checking instagram one last time to see if the news reached everyone. Apparently it did.
Kylian posted a picture of the teddy bear he gave you for your birthday and that you kept in the living room near the couch with a caption that said “a single mistake can turn your life upside down, i’ll regret it for the rest of my life but if you’re seeing this i wish you every good thing, you’re too pure for this world, love you forever, kylian”.
You sobbed a little but it was time for you to move one. You couldn’t break down now, everyone betrayed you, it was you and you only.
#kylian mbappe#kylianmbappe x reader#kylian mbappe x reader#kylian mbappe imagines#kylian mbappe fluff#kylian mbappe angst#kylian x reader#equipe de france#paris saint germain#psg#kylian mbappe one shot#kylian mbappe imagine#football fan#football imagine#football x reader#football blurb
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
the unhinged younger brother
series masterlist
SEPTEMBER 2019
rhys jones YOU WROTE A SONG FOR SID? WHERE'S THE SONG FOR ME?
mae jones you don't deserve one pipsqueak.
daphne jones listen to the song first rhys, then we can talk.
rhys jones WHY IS THE SONG GOING TO CHANGE HOW I FEEL?
mae jones please just listen to the song.
5 MINUTES LATER
rhys jones well now i feel like an a-hole.
rhys jones please give max my apologies and a happy birthday.
rhys jones do not tell anyone that i cried.
OCTOBER 2019
rhys jones must you add him?
daphne jones rhys, we’re engaged now. he's going to be a jones.
mae jones you have to be nice to him rhys.
rhys jones i'm 10, i don't have to do anything.
mae jones remider, stop using the voice to text, we know you're a horrible writer, you're 10.
rhys jones i'm telling mom!
daphne jones added one person
rhys jones WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! THIS IS TREASON!
daniel ricciardo still as dramatic as ever i see
rhys jones your a bully. i'm 10.
daniel ricciardo *you're
rhys jones this is why they replaced you with pierre...
daphne jones RHYS!
daniel ricciardo i left the team
rhys jones yeah, for renault. who does that?
mae jones this may have been a mistake
rhys jones a mistake was daph dumping tom hiddleston for daniel...
daniel ricciardo stay pressed pint size.
JANUARY 2020
rhys jones can i fight the entire internet? can i?
mae jones no, you can't buddy.
rhys jones it's not fair. not again.
daphne jones you were a baby in 2016, you have no memories of that time.
rhys jones the internet exists daphne! i have seen everything!
daphne jones well now i'm telling mom to restrict your time on the internet.
rhys jones you can't protect me forever!
daniel ricciardo we can fucking try stinker!
rhys jones it's not fair. it's not nice. it's not cool.
daniel ricciardo the internet is never kind kiddo.
mae jones just ignore it, it'll go away after a few weeks
rhys jones what if it doesn't?
mae jones you ignore it. this isn't something you should concern yourself with. they're my problems, i'll handle it.
rhys jones how can i ignore it when they're tell you to go kill yourself? all for falling in love? it's not fair.
mae jones rhys. please. i'll deal with it.
rhys jones fine.
daniel ricciardo and now he's pissed. great.
rhys jones not mad at her. mad at the internet. bunch of poopy-brains.
MAY 2020
rhys jones mclaren? you're moving to mclaren?
daniel ricciardo yes?
rhys jones why?
daniel ricciardo because?
rhys jones big mistake. mark my words.
daphne jones please leave him alone.
rhys jones he agreed to this when he asked you to marry him!
rhys jones mistake because he's driving with a younger driver again! this is why you left red bull!
daniel ricciardo how do you know that?
rhys jones I WATCHED DRIVE TO SURVIVE NERD!
daniel ricciardo keep him away from drive to survive.
rhys jones never! how else will i be able to make fun of you?
daniel ricciardo here's a thought? maybe don't?
rhys jones no. you agreed to this. to be apart of this family. these are the consequences of your actions
daniel ricciardo eh, your sister is worth dealing with you.
rhys jones ew gross. love.
SEPTEMBER 2021
rhys jones still don't like you but CONGRATS ON THE MONZA WIN BIG STINK!
daniel ricciardo THANKS LITTLE STINK!
mae jones they definitely like each other. they have nicknames for each other.
rhys jones I DO NOT! (i still think mclaren is a mistake) BUT CONGRATS!
daphne jones just admit you like him and we'll let this go.
rhys jones i don't like him!
daniel ricciardo you so like me little stink.
rhys jones i tolerate you at best.
daniel ricciardo nah, you totally like me.
rhys jones I DO NOT!
DECEMBER 2021
rhys jones SOMEONE ADD SID! I HAVE TO CONGRATULATE HIM
mae jones added one person
max verstappen what the fuck?
rhys jones CONGRATS SID VERSTAPPEN! WORLD CHAMPION!
rhys jones i still hate you for breaking my sister's heart BUT CONGRATS!
max verstappen thanks?
rhys jones TAKE THE COMPLIMENT SID!
daniel ricciardo okay little stink, calm down.
max verstappen i did timon
daniel ricciardo timon?
max verstappen he calls me sid, i call him timon. like from the lion king.
daniel ricciardo i know where it's from max!
rhys jones he's not the one with the broken childhood.
daphne jones okay, you've spent way too much time with ryan. i'm cutting you off.
rhys jones NO! IT'S NOT FAIR! I'M HAVING A GOOD TIME AND YOU PUSH IT AWAY!
max verstappen ENOUGH WITH THE INCHIDENT JOKES! I ALREADY HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT FROM THE OTHER NERDS NOW YOU TOO?
rhys jones WORLD CHAMPIONS HAVE NO SAY IN THE GROUP CHAT!
AUGUST 2022
rhys jones i hate to be the one to say it...
daniel ricciardo go ahead.
rhys jones FUCK MCLAREN!
daphne jones RHYS!
mae jones RHYS!
daniel ricciardo not where i thought this conversation was going to go.
rhys jones HE GAVE ME PERMISSION!
daniel ricciardo i thought you were going to say i told you so...
max verstappen glad we agree on something. come back to red bull nerd.
rhys jones yeah! i'll get rid of checo for you.
max verstappen woah. let's not resort to murder
rhys jones pfft. who said anything about murder? i meant kidnapping.
mae jones that's not any better buddy.
daphne jones please stay away from ryan.
rhys jones this is your fault because you told me to audition for his movie!
APRIL 2023
rhys jones YOU BOOGERS GOT MARRIED? WITHOUT ME THERE? HOW COULD YOU?
mae jones I'M SORRY! IT JUST HAPPENED!
rhys jones I'M STEALING YOUR CATS!
max verstappen LEAVE MY CHILDREN OUT OF THIS RHYS!
rhys jones I SWEAR TO GOD VERSTAPPEN IF YOU DO TO MY SISTER WHAT OUR DAD DID TO OUR MOM I WILL END YOU!
max verstappen i would never do that. ever. i love her too much to do that.
rhys jones good. would hate to murder the current world champion.
max verstappen did daniel also get threatened or was it just me?
rhys jones i plead the fifth...
daniel jones-ricciardo he threatened to cut my nutsack off
daphne jones-ricciardo RHYS!
rhys jones i didn't do it! i want nieces and nephews daph! i want to be a cool uncle!
max verstappen yeah, according to lando, lewis is set to be the cool uncle.
rhys jones great i lost the title to some guy who’s not even related to us. is this what lewis felt after abu dhabi 2021?
max verstappen oh you’ve got jokes now?
rhys jones i’m available all year!
AUGUST 2023
rhys jones i'm not panicking. i don't like him. BUT IS HE OKAY?
daniel jones-ricciardo i'm okay!
max jones-verstappen a few broken bones but yeah, he's fine.
rhys jones you know, watching that happen live is much worse than people think it is.
rhys jones WHAT DO YOU MEAN BROKEN BONES?!
daniel jones-ricciardo i'll be fine, nothing surgery can't fix. i'll be out for a little while but i'll probably be back by texas.
mae jones-verstappen realistically, that's the race that's more important to danny
rhys jones does this mean you'll go back to being a trophy husband?
daniel jones-ricciardo yes.
daphne jones-ricciardo great, someone can babysit rhys for mom.
rhys jones oh great. i get stuck with him?
rhys jones AND I'M 14! I DON'T NEED A BABYSITTER!
max jones-verstappen we watched you grow up timon, you need a babysitter.
mae jones-verstappen just last week, you tried jumping off the roof of sophie's house because lando dared, you need a babysitter
daphne jones-ricciardo HE DID WHAT?
rhys jones I AM PERCY JACKSON! I AM INVINCIBLE!
daphne jones-ricciardo RHYS WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! YOU IDIOT YOU COULD'VE BEEN HURT!
daniel jones-ricciardo at least i would've had a friend in the hospital with me.
daphne jones-ricciardo you two idiots are lucky i love you and i'm in mexico city or i would've hurt you both
rhys jones defeats the whole purpose of keeping me safe no?
max jones-verstappen glad to know that even in the face of certain death rhys still has his sass.
rhys jones i am persassy!
OCTOBER 2023
rhys jones someone tell charles that i'll be personally throttling everyone at the FIA headquarters.
rhys jones this is bull-crap.
max jones-verstappen i will gladly pass the message along rhys.
daniel jones-ricciardo glad to know someone agrees with me
mae jones-verstappen we ride at dawn.
daphne jones-ricciardo well glad to know we're all in agreement the group chat is currently in flames.
rhys jones if i had a nickel for everytime carlos sainz got handed a podium after a dsq, i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
rhys jones it's me and my sword against the FIA
max jones-verstappen your sword isn't real rhys.
rhys jones it is because i say so.
rhys jones say that again and i'll steal your cats. i swear it max.
max jones-verstappen LEAVE MY CHILDREN OUT OF THIS TIMON!
AN INTERVIEW WITH RYAN REYNOLDS AND RHYS JONES
comments
user my brain refuses to believe that this boy is related to daphne.
↳ user daphne wrote the lyrics, "i’ll tell them you’re gay" in the og picture to burn. are you really having a hard time believing they're related?
↳ user ngl, that completely flew over my head.
user love this kid. he’s great.
user knowing that ryan basically watched this kid grow up and decided yup, he can play the younger version of me in a movie is something so special to me.
user i don't know what's funnier that dig at griffin or that dig at max?
↳ user definitely the one at griffin.
user daphne and mae not letting him meet charles or seb is so funny, she knows he's about to reign chaos on the paddock.
↳ user let him meet isabella and lando and it's over for them.
user he's a tifosi? max must be so upset
↳ user why would he? he's not dating mae anymore
↳ user it's a joke, watch the video and you'll see he made a similar joke
user did ryan just call max mae's boyfriend? are they back together?
↳ user i think it was more as an umbrella term. rhys jokes about griffin too
↳ user i got my hopes up for nothing.
user love how rhys doesn't even mention griffin and everyone assumes that stingy joke was about him.
↳ user well, he did only joke about mae's boyfriends. safe to assume that joke was about him.
↳ user personally i always saw george russell as stingy, but that's just me.
user i love this kid, best choice to play a young ryan reynolds. get this kid to play him in deadpool 3.
taglist: @burningcupcakefire @arkhammaid @sunflower-golden-vol6 @applopie @lorarri @mypage-myfandoms @bb-swift @thewannabewriter @you-bleed-just-toknowyouarealive @stopeatread @hobiismyhopeu @lilsiz @alessioayla @niniluvsainz @au-ghosttype @cowboylikemets1989 @justtprachisblog @rmeddar123 @nichmeddar @landonorizzz @unluckyyoshi @Mimolovescookies @brekkers-whore @natcha888 @camdensreg @mycenterfold @dear-fifi @prongsvault @kaa212 @anxxiousaries @julesbabey1 @julesbabey @georgeparisole @Smnthnclj
strikethrough means i couldn't tag you
¡leclerc-s speaks!
i'm adding to the jones sisters lore! this was mostly because i watched the pjo show and i loved walker's performance in the adam project with ryan. i also just wanted to give max and daniel someone who constantly bickered with them, hence the little brother for mae and daphne. this part needed to come out before the fruitcake part because i did mention rhys there and i didn't want anyone to be confused on who he was.
¡disclaimer!
this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
#leclerc-s#the honest series#max verstappen#max verstappen x female oc#daniel ricciardo#daniel ricciardo x female oc#formula 1#formula 1 fic#fanfic#fanfiction#f1#f1 smau#f1 social media au#f1 instagram au#f1 fic
173 notes
·
View notes
Note
Could you please do tom x reader where they are friends to lovers? Maybe the pretend boyfriend that turns real? Smutty and fluffy?
Hide & Seek
Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader
Summary: Tom asks you to accompany him to Ben's birthday party. On the way there, you get stuck in traffic. A misunderstanding reveals long harboured feelings and things come how they had to come...
Warnings: mutual pining, thirst, fluff, jelousy? a misunderstanding, smuttish/suggestive stuff
Word Count: 3,1k
a/n: You guys wanted it and I am a woman of my words, so... Here it is! 🫡
I hope you like what I wrote for you @huntress-artemiss . 🥰 And I hope that everybody else enjoys it of course, too!
Tags: @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @smolvenger @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @jennyggggrrr @stupidthoughtsinwriting @evelyn-kingsley @vanilla-daydreaming @loz-3 @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @lulubelle814 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @lokiforever @multifandom-worlds @hisredheadedgoddess28 @vbecker10 @jaidenhawke @km-ffluv @crimson25 @cakesandtom @buttercupcookies-blog @salvinaa @javagirl328 @dustychinchilla74 @frzntrx @coldnique
Masterlist °☆• Hiddles Masterlist
You heard the familiar 'ding' sound of your phone; announcing the arrival of a new message. With a hairpin pinned between your teeth and one hand in your hair, you quickly scooted over to your little make-up table, on which you had left your phone. Tapping on the screen, you immediately saw the message popping up.
'I'm here, darling. Are you ready? x'
You smiled, fixated your hair and quickly unlocked your phone; texting back.
'Almost. :) Gimme five mins, Tommy. x'
Not wasting any time, you applied some decent make-up, gave yourself a once over in the full-length mirror, grabbed the things you'd need and made your way towards the main door of your small, cosy house.
You had promised Tom - your best friend since you were teenagers, to accompany him to the birthday party of Ben. He didn't want to go alone - and you couldn't say no, of course. You never could say no when it came to Tom. Never. You'd anything for him. He was one of the most important people in your life. He was your sunshine on a rainy day. Your lighthouse in the raging storms. A safe haven to which you could always return.
A lot of people told you that this friendship wasn't going to last. After all, Tom was an actor. A famous actor. And you were just... you. But you proved them all wrong. The friendship lasted; survived every sharp turn, bump and crash on the way. A deep bond was formed; stronger than everything you ever experienced - and yet you were just best friends. Sure there had been opportunities to take this friendship to another level and turn it into something more, but neither of you took the opportunity.
You couldn't deny, though, that you had developed strong feelings for the handsome Brit over the years. Romantic feelings. How could somebody not fall for a man like Tom? He was a charming, kind, funny, talented, handsome gentleman with a heart of pure gold. You didn't dare to confess your feelings, because you didn't want to lose your best friend. Better have him as a best friend in your life than not at all, right?
So, the years flew by. Boyfriends came and boyfriends went. Just like with Tom. It was a heart wrenching pain whenever you met Tom's new girlfriend - and you hated it, but what were you supposed to do? All you wanted for him was happiness; but neither of you seemed to find happiness - at least when it came down to romantic relationships...
Another 'ding' of your mobile ripped you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head softly and trying to focus again; you opened the door and stepped out - only to almost stumble back inside.
A soft, cool breeze brushed past you; swirling your beige dress around your knees. The smell of rain hit your nose and some dark clouds hung in the sky; shielded the sun from shining down on you.
That wasn't what took your breath away, though. It was Tom, who stood not far away from you. Just a few meters; legs crossed, leaning casually against his black Jaguar with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.
Speaking of trousers... He was wearing a dark blue suit. Black dress shoes shone against the wet pavement; suit trousers hugging his long legs and hips snugly - held together by a black leather belt. The matching dark blue shirt wasn't any less tight; tailored perfectly for his lean yet strong upper body and forcing the small buttons to hold on for dear life. A tie and suit jacket in the exact same colour completed his look.
You swallowed a thick lump; had a hard time to control yourself and the rapidly beating heart within your chest. Luckily, Tom wasn't looking your way and didn't notice your distress. His gaze was directed to the street as he watched the cars drive by. The position showed off his ridiculously beautiful face; sharp jawline, high cheekbones - peppered with soft and fuzzy looking facial hair of his three-day beard. Tom's wild, blonde-brown curls had gotten so long; a hairsbreadth away from touching his broad shoulders. He looked like a prince, straight out of a fairytale book; combined with the perfect image of a photo shoot.
You bit your lip painfully hard; trying desperately to suppress the moan which threatened to slip past your lips.
It was insanely hot - and Tom didn't even notice the impact this had on you.
"Hey, Tommy," you finally greeted him; attracting his attention. Sure, you could've stared longer and admire the fine man he was, but you didn't want him to accidentally look and notice...
His head whipped around towards you; baby blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hello, darling." A smile spread across his face, as he made his way over to you; giving you a hug. The hugs he gave his other friends didn't last quite as long as the hugs he gave you... You just didn't notice.
"Are you ready?" You nodded; smiling. "I was born ready. You should know that by now." You loved to tease him from time to time. Tom just chuckled; shaking his head. "I won't start now to recount the times you weren't ready. Let's go." You just giggled and followed your best friend to the car.
Being the gentleman the Brit was, he held the door open for you to sit inside his Jaguar. Once you were both seated, Tom started the engine and drove off towards the party.
Unfortunately, was the traffic on this fine Friday evening very bad; causing the both of you to get stuck. Like... Really stuck. Everything stood still. The little highway you were driving on was closed.
"Ugh, great... Now we'll be surely late to the party..." Tom gave you an apologetic look. "Apologies, Y/N/N... I should've taken the other route when I had the chance. Now it's too late... Can you text Ben?" He asked you, handing you his phone; gaze fixated on the cars in front of him. You shook your head, "No need to apologise, Tommy. You couldn't know. But yeah, I'm gonna text him." and unlocked Tom's phone as if it was your own. Not that you knew each other's password by heart... "Thank you, darling."
You tapped on WhatsApp, searched Ben's contact and entered the chat. Of course you tried hard to not read the last messages he received and sent to give your best friend some privacy, but when your eyes caught a glimpse of a text just above the text box you were writing your text in, you couldn't help but to look. You knew it was wrong, but before you were able to stop yourself, it was already too late and your gaze wandered...
Ben: So... You're gonna take her finally home then, right??
Tom: What, I- Ben stop that. I... I can't just do that. I don't think she'd want that... Me...
Ben: Friend... Are you kidding me? It's obvious she wants you.
Tom: You, uh, think so?
Ben: Know so. Shoot your shot, man, before it's too late...
You didn't have to read more. Swallowing hard, you stared at the messages for a moment. You knew exactly who Tom and Ben were obviously talking about... Chloe. A woman Tom had met on set a few months back. She was - well, is one of the costume designers and therefore saw Tom quite often. Someday, they started to talk during a break and well... According to Tom the sparks had been flying. He had told his best friend everything, of course - while you wished he hadn't. You tried to be happy for him - like you always did when he met a new woman, but... As much as you tried, your head never could win the battle against your heart. It was an undefeatable opponent. A invulnerable fortress.
You never met Chloe - and yet you despised her wholeheartedly. It wasn't fair, of course, but love had turned you into a monster.
"Y/N? Hey, Y/N/N."
You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts as Tom's soft velvet voice urged to your ears. "Is everything alright?" You blinked, nodded, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, I, uh, just drifted off." and sent the text. Giving him a fake smile, you exited the app and handed him his phone back. "Are you sure?" "Yep. Everything's good, Tommy."
You hated to lie to him, but you couldn't just tell him the truth now, could you?
'Hey, Tommy, I'm sorry but I spied on your texts and saw that one message, saying that you are going to obviously shag that bitch Chloe and now I'm kinda jealous, because it should be me instead!'
Nope, certainly not. But you also couldn't shake that thought of. It occupied you. A lot. Your brain thought about it non-stop; causing your heart to crack and shatter even more with every passing minute. You could not stand the thought of another woman in Tom's life. In his home. His bed. His heart.
You tried your best to put on a brave face, but your best friend wasn't blind. Neither stupid. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself...
At first the Brit didn't say anything. Given the fact that you clearly told and signalled him that you didn't wish to talk. But at some point, an undeniable, unpleasant tension started to built up between you both. Almost like an imaginary wall... It felt like every untold word, every unspoken feeling had pent up over the last weeks, months - years and were now about to culminate in the middle of an upcoming rain storm. Right here, right now; while being stuck in traffic.
Tom just couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know what had turned everything upside down all of a sudden. Why everything felt so wrong at this very moment.
"Y/N?" He asked you carefully once again. "I know you said everything is okay - and I feel that you clearly don't wish to speak to me, but-" "No, really, Tom. It's all good," you interrupted him once more; giving him another fake smile - and you could tell at the look of his face, that he had seen immediately through that fake smile. But before he was able to say something, you intervened; only digging the gaping hole in your heart deeper.
"Did you go on a date with Chloe?"
Tom frowned; was clearly confused of the sudden change of topic. "Y-Yes, but-" "Great. How did it go?" "Um, great, I-I guess, but why are you-" "Good. That's good. I'm happy for you Tom." You swallowed hard; feeling your heart scream in pain - but no matter how hard it hurt you, you just had to know what happened between them. You wanted to spare yourself the double gut punch. Might as well feel all the pain at once.
"But, Y/N... Why-" You chose not to leave him any space to question you and just get over with it. "Did you kiss her?" "W-What?" "Touch her?" "T-Touch her? Why would I-" "Sleep with her?" "I-" "Was she at least good in bed?" You kept on bombarding your best friend with questions. "Y/N-" "Was she, huh?" "Y/N, I-" "Did she made you cu-"
"Y/N!"
Tom suddenly exploded; screamed out your name and slamming his hands on the steering wheel of the Jag. He clearly had heard enough; couldn't listen to this any longer.
You went silent; didn't even dare to breathe for a second.
"I didn't sleep with her! I didn't touch her! Goddammit, I didn't even kiss her! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" The Brit took a deep breath; trying to calm himself down again. You just stared at him; mouth closed shut.
"Yes, we met. Yes, it was great. But I wouldn't even call it a date. We talked and drank a glass of wine. Nothing more." You swallowed hard. "B-But, I-I thought you and Chloe were-" "A thing? No. We're not, Y/N." You blinked; were quite stunned at the sudden turnout of this situation - and once more was your mouth quicker to speak than your brain was able to think and so it came how it had to come...
"About who did you and Ben talk about then in your chat, if not Chloe?"
It slipped past your lips - and you immediately regretted it; afraid of Tom's reaction.
Tom's eyes widened to the size of plates; hands twitching to grip the steering wheel tight, while his cheeks turned beet red. The Brit had not thought about this conversation he had with his his friend - and now you knew.
"Shit, Tom, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to spy on your chats, I-I just saw it a-and was wondering about who-"
"You."
You blinked once more. "W-What?"
Tom turned to face you again; oceanic blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.
Now or never, Tom thought.
"You, Y/N. We were talking about you."
You could've sworn that your heart skipped more than just one beat at his words. "M-Me?" You squeaked out; pointing at yourself. "Me?" "Yes. You. And the party today." Your eyes widened; jaw slacking in disbelief. "Y-You wanted to... Me?" Tom nodded; smiling nervously. "I always just wanted you, darling. No other woman on this earth is able to compare to you. My heart fell for you a long time ago. It belongs to you. Always has. Always will. I was just too afraid to tell-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, you had pulled him closer by the lapels of his stupidly sexy suit jacket and literally slammed your lips on his.
Tom was definitely shocked and overwhelmed at first, but he immediately relaxed; sighed in the kiss and pulled you as close as somehow possible with the car interior being quite a bit in the way.
All suppressed feelings and emotions finally broke free and melted into that very kiss. It felt like getting hit by an 18-wheeler truck and floating through heaven at the same time. It was a beautiful, chaotic mess, which the both of you enjoyed every second of - and tempted you to indulge into kiss after kiss after kiss.
You felt how your heartbeat quickened at the feeling of love and desire for the man beside you, as they were finally able to flood your body; veins pulsating with a dangerous mixture of endorphins and oxytocin - and Tom's musky smell, combined with the fruity blood orange and leather touch of his perfume didn't help at all. It made everything worse, without a doubt. Resisting Tom had been always difficult - but now that the chains were broken, it was impossible. And why should you stop yourself? There was no holding back anymore. The cards laid on the table.
You pushed Tom back into the driver seat; catching him by surprise. Your hand started to play with his tie; quickly undoing it. Tom's eyes watched your fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt; steadily wandering lower as he was swallowing hard. "Darling, w-what... what are you- Woah!" Tom had clearly anticipated that your hand would land at a place where he had often imagined it to be late at night, when he was all alone at home. But it didn't. You gave his belt a soft tug, but then moved your hand over his thigh and down to where the lever was, which allowed his seat to slide back; bringing even more space between him and the steering wheel.
Another thing the Brit hadn't seen coming - just like the next move you made.
Within the blink of an eye, you had slipped out of your high heels and elegantly swung yourself over; sitting on your former best friend's lap. It caused your dress to ride up your thighs - and Tom's eyes to widen. He literally froze in place; realising in which position you just brought yourself and him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, tugging at his suit jacket; trying to get him to shrug it off - what he did. "Y/N, w-what are you doing?" Tom knew of course very well what you were doing, but he needed to hear it. "What does it look like? I'm, uh, saving the car and riding you instead."
Tom's eyes almost popped out of his head at your bold words. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that it stirred something deep inside him. And his dress pants.
"Darling, I-I don't know if we should do this here, I-" You raised a playful eyebrow at him.
"Oh, Tommy please... Don't be so shy now. You can't tell me that you never imagined doing this..." You leaned in closer; whispering into his ear: "Me. On top of you." The Brit couldn't help the moan which slipped past his lips. "I-I did, I-," he panted out; feeling one of your hands opening his belt; metal clinking. "See? Besides, the windows are tinted. Nobody's going to see this. Plus, we are stuck anyway, so... What are you waiting for?" You asked in a hushed voice; tracing your lips down his pulse point. "Touch me."
Another breathy moan escaped Tom's lips; big hands flying up to grab your bare thighs and working on slipping your dress even higher up your hips. His warm, slightly sweaty palms sent a shiver down your spine; nerve ends sizzling with desire.
"I-I've wanted this for so long, now, darling." Tom whispered; pressing his forehead against yours. "And now that I can finally have it - you... It's so surreal and- Oh fuck..." Tom's hands started to tremble; eyebrows slanting and mouth forming into a perfect 'o' as you lowered yourself on him. Only your lips messily entangling themselves with his seemed to bring him out of his haze.
"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I always have," you whimpered; body jolting with love and pleasure. His soft beard scratched the skin of your cheek, as he buried his head in the crook of your neck; lips marking you as his.
"I love you, too, darling. With all my heart. I'm yours." He lifted his head once more; glassy blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul. "Now let me love you. Let me make love to you." You smiled deliriously and raked your fingers through his long, blonde-brown curls. "I beg you to, Tommy."
And when he started to move, the world around you faded. All you could think and feel was Tom.
#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston au#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston fanfic#tom hiddleston x reader smut#tom hiddleston x you#tom hiddleston x y/n#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston fic
275 notes
·
View notes
Text
feels like mine pt2
See my full list of works here!
Summary: On the worst day of his life, Tom receives an offer impossible to refuse: getting you back. Well, almost…
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: major character death; possibly a wonky timeline (the math wasn't and still isn't mathing in my pea brain); probably a wonky depiction of soulmates [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: sad meow meow hours
Three days ago…
After a good dozen takes on the same sequence from a variety of angles, Tom finally had a moment to himself, giving his assistant a signal to retrieve his phone so that he could give you a call. You'd been apart for nearly a month at this point and he missed you terribly.
The only remote relief he'd get was hearing your voice as often as he possibly could. You'd tell him all about the plot of the book you were reviewing, or what details you could divulge on the shows you were working on. Considering that you often had ironclad NDAs for them these days, you'd usually tell him of the former as it was less of a minefield.
Once his assistant handed over his phone, however, his heart caught in his throat at the screen that greeted him. Over a dozen missed calls from an unknown number in the last few hours, preceded by a text message from you.
Tom, sweetie, I'm in the hospital. It's no big deal, just a little road accident, don't worry about me. I might not be able to answer your calls for a while, since they're taking me in for surgery in a few minutes. I love you. Always.
With trembling hands, Tom returned the call from the unknown number, his heart so heavy in his chest it was a struggle to even breathe right. The next words felt as if they passed through him in a blur; he could only pick up on bits and pieces from the other end.
Drunk driver. T-bone. Internal bleeding.
And the worst words of all. I'm deeply sorry for your loss.
He took the soonest possible flight back to London, everything around him seemed a blur until he finally got to the home you two shared, his and your mothers waiting for him inside. That was the moment he finally broke, dropping to his knees and breaking out into sobs, the horrible reality cruelly sinking in once he saw their completely distraught faces.
They took your body to be cremated that day, allowing him a few minutes to say goodbye before they began the process. Your mother advised him against looking into the body bag, insisting that he wouldn't want that as his last memory of you, that he should at least get to live on with his final memory of your face being that of the loving, beaming wife he knew and loved.
The next time that you came out, it was in an urn, weighing just about the same as a baby, and he cradled you as such. For the entire car ride back to your home until he settled you in his study.
"We didn't have enough time," he said through his tears, stroking the golden urn as if he was stroking your hair. "We should have had more time."
At that moment, a voice pierced the solemn silence of your home. "I'm sorry for your loss, Thomas."
When Tom turned to see who the unwelcome visitor was, he couldn't find any words to say except one. "Impossible."
"Quite possible, really," Loki shot back, stepping into the study with palms open in a sign to tell your husband that the god meant no harm. "Anything's possible in this multiverse, I'm slowly coming to find. And in that realm of possibility, I have something to offer you."
"All due respect, I want nothing that you can give," Tom declared sullenly. "You can't give me my wife back."
"And what if I said that I can? Well, in a way."
That suddenly got Tom's full attention, placing an arm in front of your urn as if he was still trying to protect you. As if that could really do anything against a god. "I'm listening," he said cautiously.
"I've recently learnt that in every universe, there is an iteration or an echo of me, and a corresponding iteration of Y/N. In this universe, Thomas, you are my echo. In every universe, Y/N's echo is destined to fall in love with mine, and in almost every universe, that love is reciprocated," the god began to explain, creating an illusion with a wave of his hand of your wedding day.
It was nearly enough to mesmerize Tom completely, almost losing himself in the memory. In happier times. "Hang on, what do you mean almost every universe?"
"Ah, yes. That part. Well, you see, Thomas…in the universes where my echo takes on your form, world-famous actor, hordes of adoring men and women and everyone in between at his feet, getting an entire crowd to fall silent with a finger to his lips--"
"I get it, I get it, can we keep it moving, please?"
"Right then. In the universes where my echo is…Tom Hiddleston, while it is a guarantee that Y/N will love Tom, it is not a guarantee that Tom will love Y/N. There are universes where Tom barely even knows of her existence. She's in the hordes, a part of her soul knowing that she's doing exactly what she was designed to do, but confused as to why she feels as if a part of her is missing somehow."
"That's--" Tom's words choked off in a sob at the back of his throat, a new type of sadness overcoming him as he imagined a world where he never even knew you. Never loved you. "That's miserable."
"It is," the god agreed. "My offer to you is that I can reach into one of these universes where her love for you is unreturned, and I can bring her to you. Fulfill what her heart yearns for, and in return, you have an echo of your wife. Have the time that was stolen from you so harshly. So unfairly."
Tom considered the offer carefully, only moments passing before he had his first question. "What of her universe? Her family?"
"In these worlds she doesn't have much of one. For the most part she's alone, and has learnt to fend for herself in lieu of a support system." Both their hearts broke for those iterations of you, the thought of you taking on the world without anyone by your side was nearly enough to bring both men to their knees. "If you were to accept, then it would be a simple enough spell with barely any ripple effect to nullify her existence and memories of her from the minds of those still around to remember her."
Every part of him wanted to jump at the offer. To accept it without thinking. Getting another chance to spend a life with you? There should have been no hesitation at all. Except…
"If she's anything like my Y/N, she'll be smart enough to ask questions. Why her life's different from what she knew before. Whose remains are in the urn in my study. What do I tell her then?"
"That is entirely up to you." Loki's answer was not in the least bit comforting. "You can conjure up a story that she will be inclined to believe, or you can tell her the truth. Alternatively, I can offer you an easier way out of this as well. Surrender your late wife's remains to me and I can keep her somewhere safe. That way you can live on with creating your new life with this echo of your Y/N without being as tethered to your past; after all, if you wish to start this life with her, then she deserves to have you love her to the fullest extent you can afford. She deserves not to be loved half-heartedly by someone still clinging to the ghosts of his past."
Much as he agreed completely with the sentiment, Tom found himself hesitating at the thought of simply surrendering your ashes to the god. He knew what the trade would mean, and that he in turn would have more time with a version of you; however, a part of him still protested.
For would this not be a dishonor to your memory? To simply let go of you and the time he'd gotten to know you and fall in love with you in exchange for something that might not even live up to his memory of you?
And on the other hand, he thought about the version of you that was doomed to live your life with an unrequited love. The knowledge that your souls were only partly intertwined in that world had him hurt for that iteration of you. You did deserve to be loved with the same magnitude that you gave love. And if he could give that to you, then the only way that he could do so was to accept that this wouldn't be a life wherein he picked up where you and he left off. He would be building something new entirely.
It was a near impossible choice. But ultimately he knew which way he would go.
Loki's offer meant more time with you. It meant having you again. Even if it was an echo of you. At its core, it was still you.
Right?
"What would you do?" he asked the god.
"If I lost my Y/N? I'd turn the multiverse inside out to have her again. Rearrange the Realms itself until she was by my side." He paced the room as he continued his answer. "Any version of her." A smirk tugged at the onyx-haired man's mouth before tilting up his chin, assuming an all-knowing stance. "But seeing as you are an echo of me, you already knew that this was the answer, didn't you? You simply needed to hear it outside of your own thoughts. Solidify your decision."
Tom could only nod, the depth of the situation still tremendously lost on him. All he knew was that if he did this, he would have you back.
He placed your urn on the desk, pushing it towards Loki. "What do I do now?"
The god held out his hand. "Firstly, your wife's ring. I'll need it when I find an echo of her that leads her life all alone. It will be her first tie to this universe. Your universe." Tom placed your wedding ring into his hand. "Secondly, you grieve. You've suffered a great loss, and what I am to do is not a replacement of your late wife, and should not be treated as such. Mourn your loss for the next day. Then after tomorrow night, go about your morning routinely, as if she were alive."
Tom nodded again. "How will I know that it worked?"
Loki only shrugged at the actor. "Have faith. Faith that you'll see your wife again the morning after next."
With that, the god disappeared, taking both your remains and your wedding ring with him. And Tom heeded the advice, crawling into the bed you shared with him, all the memories of the life you built together and the possibilities of the life you were yet to build overwhelming him. The weight of your lost future all but crushing his heart into a million pieces.
And he wept himself to sleep.
Today…
On the second morning after Loki's offer, Tom rose from your shared bed and listened to the god's instructions from days before. He laced his shoes up, went on his usual morning run, changed into business casual attire as if he was scheduled for a Zoom call in a short while, and proceeded to start preparing a breakfast for two.
Once he had coffee brewing, he started preparing a lavish breakfast for you two to share, starting with a fruit platter. "Have faith," he whispered to himself, making the last second decision to make it a touch more decadent with a small bowl of Nutella to dip the fruit into.
If this truly was going to work, he would spoil you at every turn moving forward. Never another minute squandered, nor another craving denied.
"Have faith," he whispered again, putting on an apron to prevent any spills from ruining his white dress shirt and proceeding to slice up the fruit.
Then he heard the bedroom door open. And for the first time in days he felt the tiniest glimmer of hope.
He waited until you made your way down the stairs, fighting every urge to meet you halfway and take you into his arms. He knew you needed to acclimate into this life you'd been suddenly thrust into; Loki had done his part, now it was his turn to ease you into your new reality.
Your footsteps got closer and closer until finally they stopped just outside the kitchen area. That was the only time Tom allowed himself to turn around and look at you, relief flooding his system once he laid his eyes on you. In the silk navy blue nightgown, wearing your wedding ring.
He finally felt like he could breathe again.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
A/N: *peeks from the corner* I promised I'd have a sequel for 'feels like mine' up, and here it issssss 🫡 This isn't 'sworn fealty' after all 🤣 (in all seriousness though I will be working on a sequel to that I just have 0 idea when)
And technically this isn't a sequel but more of a prequel to part 1…all I can promise you is that there is a part 3 and it's spicy 😳👀 Dunno when that'll be out tho because I'll be returning to the requests pile but we'll see where the vibe takes me
'everything' taglist:
@simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemis @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @lunarnights95 @superficialdomina @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog @peaky-marvel @lokiified
#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston x female reader#tom hiddleston fanfic#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston imagine#muddyorbs writes
203 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tommy's Girl
Requested by @bunnyanon: Hey, I would like to request a jealous Tom Hiddleston x y/n fic based on Jesse’s girl but by the end is with Tom. -🐇
AN: I REALLY HOPE that this was with the song rick springfield lMAO or else well, this is awkward.
Warnings: None, just some cute Tom pining after youuuuu
*gif not mine
Enjoyed this and want more? Send in your requests!
MASTERLIST
Tom watches you for a while before he understands that he likes you.
"So then, if you think I'm bullshitting, you have to yell it before the next person plays," you say.
"Of course," he answers.
"And then, if i'm not bullshitting, you have to pick up the entire stack!" you continue.
Here he is, pretending he doesn't know how to play bullshit. Because he has a massive crush on you.
You. One of his mate's brother's girl.
"Say that again," he says, pretending to be confused, leaning over the table as if he can't hear you over the noise of his friends around.
You proudly tell him the rules again, and this close, he can smell your intoxicating perfume.
He loves the way your eyes challenge him when he calls bullshit on you. He loves the way you laugh, squint your eyes, mouth stretched over your teeth. You're so careless, so clueless that he can't help but stare.
God, he wished you were his girl.
Every time your boyfriend would come to the table and kiss you on the cheek, Tom had to rip his eyes from the sight. Every touch, every inside joke, every whispered word - you should be sharing that with him.
But tom was a gallant man.
"Again, y/n!" he says, loudly, taking your attention away from your boyfriend.
You happily play along.
And every other time Tom and his mates hang, you're there, playing bullshit with Tom.
And every birthday party, every celebration, every holiday season - he wishes he had you.
And every wedding invite he opens in the mail, he begs the holy father above that it isn't yours.
Until his mate has a house party to celebrate his new promotion. And you're not there. But Tom's mate's brother is... without you. Your boyfriend, here, without you.
Tom has to be slick about this. Because he wants you so badly that he would rather cut his toes off than risk making any mistakes that jeopardizes his chances with you.
So he asks his mate with your boyfriend seems off. He tells Tom not to worry about it.
He tries to talk to that girl you hang with but there's no opening to bring you up.
So he calls his agent, gives him your name, and tells him he needs to return something to you. Just a phone number would do.
As soon as he gets the digits, he escapes the house and texts you.
where are you? -tom
where where?
Hilarious.
at Jason's.
Oh... me and my boyfriend broke up. i'm sorry, but i won't be coming back for another game of bullshit
Tom takes a second, relishing in that weird jealous feeling that was suddenly not a heavy weighted blanket over his shoulders.
please. can i see you?
You reply almost instantly.
yes
You weren't his girl by the end of that night, no. But Tom had admitted his feelings and given you the space you needed to heal. And by the next time an invite to his next movie's red carpet came in Tom's mail, he was happy to put your name down under his plus one.
#tom hiddles#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston fanfic#tom hiddleston x you#tom hiddleston x reader#imagine tom hiddleston#yes tom hiddleston doesn't use caps when he texts
152 notes
·
View notes
Text
Texts from Tom Hiddleston
Masterlist
35. Impatience
Warnings: fluff, smut, post-op pain
A/N: The majority of this chapter has been in my drafts for about 6 months and I’ve only just finished it… 😳 Sorry I suck!
The next week of celibacy was almost unbearable. Yes, you and Tom had been wanting to consummate your newly rekindled relationship since the moment he appeared at your front door, but once you had gotten a literal taste of what you had been missing, it was like your body had been set aflame. You needed to fuck him, and you could tell he needed to fuck you just as bad. It started the morning after your little fellatious indiscretion when you woke up to Tom’s exceptionally hard morning wood poking you in the back through his boxer shorts.
“Mmmm, good morning,” you said slyly, wiggling slightly against his clothed erection.
He let out a little ‘hmph’ and jerked his hips back, away from your body. “Sweetheart,” he warned, mumbling in your ear. “Last night was lovely, but I think it’s best we don’t test our limits anymore.”
You rolled over to face him. His eyes were still closed, still so sleepy, yet clearly very aroused. “Baby, it doesn’t even hurt anymore,” you insist. “We can take it slow, and I know you can be so gentle.” You brought your hand to his face and softly stroked down his neck, chest, and abs, but he opened his eyes and grabbed your hand before it got too low and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.
“No means no, love,” he said simply. “Now, I need to drop Bobby off at home before I head to rehearsal.” He kissed you on the forehead and got out of bed.
“On a Saturday?” you groaned.
“I’m sorry, darling. I need to make up for the days I missed earlier this week,” he told you as he got dressed. You couldn’t help but stare as he stuffed his erection into his trousers. “And rehearsals will only be getting longer and more frequent as opening night approaches.”
You sat up and sighed. “I know, I get that. Can I come over to your place when you’re done?”
He leaned down to be eye level with you. “Only if you promise to be good,” he teased.
You cupped his face in your hands. “I promise,” you replied softly, giving him a loving kiss on the lips.
“I’ll text you when I’m wrapping up,” he said once the kiss ended. “I love you.”
You smiled broadly, still not used to those words coming from his mouth, no matter how many times he’d said them. “I love you too,” you cooed, and with that he left.
:readmore:
—————————————————————
Tom left your house thankful that he had left when he did. You looked so gorgeous in the morning, your skin glowing in the sunlight, your sleepy expression too adorable for his heart to take, and it took every ounce of self control not to just take you right then and there. It helped that you had been wearing pajamas, but not by much. Your tank top framed your cleavage perfectly and the thin fabric did very little to hide your pert nipples. Then there was last night— your lips wrapped around his cock, the way you expertly moved your tongue— he had forgotten just how good you were at sucking his cock. That being said, he knew that your pussy felt even better than your mouth, and he missed making you cum, hearing you moan and scream. His wandering mind made his drive home excruciating, and when he got in the house, he realized he’d leaked precum through his boxers and trousers. He decided to snap a photo and send it to you.
————————————————————
While Tom was gone at rehearsal, you had no idea what to do with yourself, since all you wanted to do was be with him. You occupied some of the time by taking your dogs out for a long walk and watching some TV (something you were relieved to be able to do again), but when a sex scene came on in the show you were watching, you got all hot and bothered again. That’s when you decided to send some cheeky texts to your boyfriend.
————————————————————
That night, once rehearsal was finally over, Tom texted you the second the director called it a day.
When Tom got home, he quickly showered and got dressed in a comfy v-neck t-shirt and sweatpants, just in time for you to arrive with your pups. He briefly greeted your dogs as they ran in and then pulled you into his arms for a soft and sensual kiss. “Hi,” he greeted you as the kiss ended.
“Hi,” you replied, barely above a whisper. It was so fucking sexy and Tom knew you weren’t even trying.
“How does a movie sound?” he asked, attempting to hide the fact that you were already turning him on and you’d only just got there.
You smiled up at him. “Sounds perfect.” As you took off your coat, Tom couldn’t help but stare at you. You were wearing another thin, low cut, tank top with no bra underneath, and your pajama shorts were so short, he knew he’d get a peak at your ass cheeks if you bent over. He suspected you didn’t have on any panties either, the thought making his cock twitch. When you caught him staring, you giggled. “See something you like?”
Tom’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. “You,” he replied smoothly. “As always.” He pulled you back in for another kiss, this one deeper than the first, but when he felt himself developing a semi, he pulled away. “Why don’t you, uh, pick out a film while I grab some wine for us, yeah?” he suggested, a little flustered.
You smiled at him knowingly. “Take your time,” you replied sweetly, as you turned to make your way to the living room. Tom watched you walk away, then shook himself out of his trance and headed to the kitchen.
When he returned to the living room with a bottle of Bordeaux and two glasses, he found you on one end of the sofa with a blanket over your legs and Bobby on your lap. He smiled as he set the glasses down on the coffee table and poured the wine. “Don’t you two look cozy,” he mused as he handed you your glass.
“He’s my snuggle buddy,” you said, taking the glass from Tom.
He knelt down in front of you to give Bobby a scratch. “You do know, old boy, that you’re going to have to share her,” he told the pup in his adorable dog-dad voice. Bobby simply wagged his tail in response.
“Now boys, there is plenty of me to go around,” you joked.
Tom picked up his glass of wine and turned to you. “Scooch,” he told you.
“There is a whole other end of the couch,” you argued playfully, but still shifting to make room for him. Bobby took it as a cue to move, taking his place on the floor with your two dogs.
Careful not to spill any wine, he snuggled in behind you so that you were sitting between his legs with your back resting against his chest. “This is so much comfier, though,” he purred in your ear before giving you a soft kiss on the neck.
You sighed contentedly. “I can’t argue there.”
As the two of you watched the movie and sipped your wine, Tom paid less and less attention to what was going on on the screen. After he finished his first glass, he realized he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so the wine hit him quicker than usual. It was making him feel a bit frisky. He set his empty glass down and wrapped his arms tight around your waist. He dipped his head down and began running the tip of his nose lightly over your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply and getting even more intoxicated by your natural scent. Upon exhaling, he started softly peppering your neck with kisses. You sighed heavily, causing your chest to rise and fall and drawing Tom’s attention to the area. Your cleavage looked incredible from this angle. His hand wandered from your waist to your breast, cupping it gently and lightly brushing his thumb over your clothed nipple.
You hummed softly as your nipple immediately hardened under his touch. “Tommy,” you warned. “I thought we were going to be good for the rest of the week.”
“But you’re just so irresistible,” he mumbled between more kisses to your neck. You giggled and tilted your head to the side to give him more access. He moved his other hand to your remaining breast and began massaging both of them. You bit your lip and moaned, causing more blood to rush from Tom’s brain to his groin. He wanted to hear more of your beautiful noises. He sucked hard on the crook of your neck as he rolled your nipples between his fingers through your shirt. More soft moans fell from your lips while your body squirmed against his, rubbing against the growing erection in his sweatpants. He grunted against your skin. You bent your knees and spread your legs underneath the blanket before putting your hand over one of his and guiding it down to the waistband of your shorts. “Princess,” he began, just above a whisper.
You leaned your head back and put your lips to his ear. “I want you to feel how wet you’re making me.”
Against his better judgment, Tom slowly slipped his hand into your shorts and grazed his fingertips over your pussy. You were soaked. “Fuck,” he groaned, biting your neck.
You gasped and whined. “Just play with me a little, baby. Please,” you begged as you rolled your hips.
He kissed the bite mark on your neck as he gently began to run his fingers through your wet folds. Every time he touched your clit, a moan would escape your lips and you’d squirm against his excruciatingly hard cock, which was surely staining his sweatpants with precum by now. He started rubbing your clit the way he knew you loved, causing your breathing to become more labored.
“Oh god,” you moaned. “Oh fuck, that’s it!” Tom increased his pressure and speed on your swollen bundle of nerves. “Oh yes… yes… YES!” As you started to cum, Tom swore he could have cum right there, but then you suddenly jerked forward clutching your stomach. “Oh shit! Ouch! Ow ow ow! Ow! Goddamn it! Ow!”
Concern overtook his lust immediately. “Fuck,” he huffed as he leaned forward to try to see your face. “Darling, are you okay? I’m so sorry! What hurts?”
You shook your head. “I’m okay, I just—“ You inhaled sharply and winced. “I didn’t think about the fact that all the muscles around my incisions would contract when I orgasmed.” You chuckled a bit as you said this, but your face still had a pained expression.
“Shit! Do we need to go to the hospital?” he asked, unable to hide the worry in his voice.
“No, no, I’m fine,” you quickly assured him. “As long as the pain goes away in a little while and I don’t start bleeding excessively, I’ll be good.” You gave him a thumbs up as you attempted to smile through the pain.
He gently rubbed your back and looked at you with a mixture of concern and skepticism. “How do you know that?”
You looked at him like a child who’d just been caught breaking the rules. “Because I kind of had something similar happen when I lifted one of the kids at work the other day and called the doctor about it…”
“What?? Why were you exerting yourself like that, and why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, I wasn’t thinking about it when I picked him up! It was just out of habit,” you explained defensively. “And I didn’t tell you because I knew you would panic and then scold me… Kind of like you’re doing now…” You trailed off as you looked at him apologetically.
Taking a deep breath, he knelt on the ground in front of you, reaching up to cup your face in his hand. “I’m not trying to scold you, sweetheart. I just worry about you.”
“And I promise you, I’m—“ You took another sharp breath, then exhaled slowly before finishing your sentence. “I’m fine.”
“Mmhmm,” he replied skeptically as he stood up. “Why don’t you lie down, darling, and I’ll be right back.” He quickly went to get a heating pad, an ice pack, some pain killers, and a glass of water. When he came back, he found you sitting up in the same position he left you in, holding your knees to your chest. He sighed and shook his head. “Stubborn as ever, I see.”
“Oh hush, you. I’m afraid if I move I’ll just anger it,” you told him as you looked down at your aching lower tummy.
He chuckled as he gave you the pills and water and sat down beside you on the sofa. “Come here,” he said, as he carefully scooped you up into his lap. “Now, ice or heat?”
“Ice, please,” you replied quietly. He grabbed the ice pack and placed it on your lower abdomen.
“Better?” he asked. You simply nodded and nuzzled your face into his neck. “Good,” he said, lightly rubbing your back while his other hand gently stroked your legs.
He cradled you like that for the remainder of the movie the two of you had forgotten you were watching, and by the end of it, you had fallen asleep. Careful not to wake you, he removed the now lukewarm ice pack from your lap, lifted you up, and carried you to the bedroom. There he gently laid you down in his bed, tucked you in, and kissed your forehead, before heading back downstairs.
After he cleaned up and got ready for bed, he was relieved to find you still fast asleep. As quietly as he could, he climbed into bed and curled up next to you and just listened to you breathe until he fell asleep too.
TFTH tag list: @darkacademicfrom2021 @lokiprompts @blackwidownat2814 @immersed-in-mischief @anonymousfiction211 @naniky @stars-and-moondust7 @d1a2n389 @maevetriesart @ice-queen-of-music @donttouchmylaevateinn @likeitloveitblogit @tiredmamamac @owldwagitoutofyou @vampire7595 @1marvelnerd3000 @fromasgardandback @pescadoavocado @nadderlover1 @asgardianprincess1050 @apine7 @elenaysusneuras @sleepdeprevedswede @mochie85 @slpnbty2001 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @caleighhiddleston @sleutherclaw @geekwritersworld @violethaze @sweetberry47 @huntress-artemiss @thedistractedagglomeration @kbakery @dryyoursaltyoceantears @hayden429
#tom hiddleston#original content#texts from tom hiddleston#tfth#tom hiddleston fluff#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston x female reader#tom hiddleston x you#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston smut#tom hiddleston angst#tom hiddleston texts
152 notes
·
View notes
Text
You let go of me, so let me go.
A/N: part 2 of Hello, Goodbye. - I was sent an ask by anon, who thought that in the first part Jensen threw everything away too easily and should have some regrets- so now he does. But it's a little too late already.
This is also the one I did the poll for, but I've decided not to use any certain characteristics for Tom, so you can imagine here any Tom you want (for me it's Hardy 🤍 but Hiddleston, Holland or I'm sure even Selleck would work- whatever floats your boat😘)
Warnings- language, angst, fluff
WC: ~2K
My Masterlist
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
As always- feedback is golden! 🤍 All mistakes are mine.
Hope you'll enjoy!
You arrived at Gen and Jared's home and waited at the door with Tom. It was their annual New Year’s dinner party again. This time Jared didn’t allow you to miss that. In his words he had “just been lenient with you” last year, because your divorce from Jensen was so recent, but now you had no excuses not to go.
You squeezed Tom’s hand hard. “Wait.” You said anxiously when he almost started to knock.
“What’s wrong, Doe?” Your felt insides melt a little hearing him say his nickname for you.
“I’m a little nervous. Jensen’s probably going to be here and I haven’t really heard from him since…you know?”
You felt dumb for being all worked up for such a thing. He was the one who wanted to divorce. And even though you initially reacted rather calmly at that, it really got to you when you had moved out from your sister’s and got your own place. For months, you waited and hoped every day for that one phone call from him telling you that he'd made a mistake. That he regretted leaving you. But it didn't come and as the weeks went by, you started to think about him less and less.
For a while you just kept to yourself, stayed home, and tried to get used to living alone again. Well, you were alone a lot even when you were married to him, but this was different from that. Call it a force of habit, but your mind still wandered around, thinking when he'd be home again, and unconsciously every now and then you reached for your phone to call or text him. It took a lot from you to completely get over him, but you managed to do just that.
And now you had Tom, who stood like a rock next to you, when you slowly took your time to climb out of the hole that Jensen had thrown you into.
“I am right here with you. Take a deep breath.” You looked into his eyes that almost sparkled, illuminated by the porch lights. He breathed deeply in sync with you, calming you down.
“Ready?” You squared your shoulders and sucked in a quick breath.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Both Jared and Gen welcomed you with big smiles on their faces. “Y/N, hi, you look gorgeous! Tom, so glad you could make it, too!” Gen offered both of you flutes of champagne.
“Thank you, sweetheart, you do, too. We’re glad to be here, Gen!” You smiled back at them, but Jared eyed you with suspicion.
“Well, I couldn’t help but to come when I've heard such stellar things about your parties.” Both men greeted each other with a quick pat on their shoulders. Gen blushed deeply at the compliment and pulled both of you into the house. Jared hanged a little back.
“Y/N.” He called after you when you started to walk into the house. “Go on, I’ll be right behind you.” You smiled at Tom and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
“As you say, dear.” He turned to follow Gen to the kitchen.
Feeling Jared’s eyes on you, you started to anxiously fiddle with your clutch. “Y/N, how are you?” He knew exactly what buttons to push to get you talking. But you didn’t want to make him worry, not more than he already is all the time.
“I’m okay.” You kept your eyes down because you knew he’d see right through you.
“Are you really? It’s about seeing Jensen again, right? You know…” he lowered his voice just a little. “He’s not doing very well. He was nervous about seeing you, too.”
Involuntary scoff slipped past your lips. “Well, as I said, I am doing okay, couldn't care less of him.” You snapped a little too harshly and apologized immediately. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t really want to talk about him today.”
You turned around and almost bumped into Jensen. “Sorry!” You smiled at him quickly, brushing off the fact that he probably heard your and Jared's conversation. “Hi, Y/N! You- you look beautiful.” You saw hesitation in his eyes. “Can we please talk for a second? I really need to-”
“Sorry, Tom's waiting for me.” You pointed behind him towards the room where Tom was making small talk to other guests. The truth was, you just didn't have anything to say to him. Not something nice anyways. Jensen didn't push for more, just nodded sadly and walked past you. “Right. Okay then. See you later.”
You took a deep grounding breath and plastered a smile on your face when you joined Tom and other quests. You tried to blend into the conversation, but couldn't really pay attention to them. Tom saw you zoning out, and pulled you aside and guided you out to the garden.
“Hey, is everything alright?” He waited patiently. You moved closer to him, silently asking for him to hug you. He wrapped his arms around your small frame and you closed your eyes, enjoying his body heat that was now surrounding you.
Finally you managed to speak. “I ran into Jensen just now. He wanted to talk.” Your voice was quivering a bit. You wanted to think it was from cold, but you knew inside that it was not.
“And?”
“And what?” You were confused.
“Did you talk to him?”
“No.”
“Are you going to talk to him?”
Your eyes focused on the vapor from your breaths floating around you, almost if the answer to his question was to be found there.
“No.” Your heart felt heavy, saying it out loud. He pulled you in thighter.
“But maybe you should?” He asked cautiously. You weren't expecting his reaction to be…that.
“What? You really think so?” You looked up at him surprised.
“Hear me out, dear. Just listen to what he wants to say. I know that it might be hard, but maybe it will be good for you, too?”
You were thinking hard at what he said. Maybe it would be good for you. But you're not going to look for him. If he wants to try to talk again, you'd listen, but that's it.
“Ugh, I hate it when you're right.” You smiled through the quick kiss you pressed on his lips.
You and Tom went back inside the house and Jared immediately pulled him along to play charades they had going on. He was a little bit hesitant at first, but quickly let it go. You settled on the couch in the corner to relax and cheer him on from the sidelines.
While you were quietly sipping your champagne, you saw Jensen approaching again. Now that you got a good look at him, you saw that he really did not look very well. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for permission to sit down.
You looked at Tom, who gave you a quick encouraging wink, and then you turned to Jensen again. “You can sit down, I'm not gonna bite you, you know.”
“Can we maybe go somewhere more private?” You really were not looking forward to this talk, but decided it would be best to try and be open-minded.
“Alright, we can go outside. I'll be right there.” You put on your jacket and walked out to the outside seating area.
Jensen was sitting down already on a garden bench, and clearly hoped you'd join him there, but you decided to give yourself some distance and sat down on a chair a bit farther.
“Y/N, I am so fucking sorry about everything.” He stared into your eyes and you didn't turn away your gaze either. “I- I love you, and I miss you so much, sweetheart. I have now realized what a huge fucking mistake I've made.” You cringed internally at his nickname he'd given to you when you were still together.
“Is there any way possible that you still feel the same? That we might still have a chance?” His voice was quiet, broken.
You stared at him in disbelief and felt yourself almost burst from frustration. “Are you serious?” You kept your voice at a quiet tone and you knew he must've heard it the wrong way, when he looked at you hopefully. And you knew you were going to crash it. Did he deserve it? Maybe, maybe not. Tears started to prickle in your eyes.
“Where do you get the audacity to come here and tell me that you miss me? Tell me that you still love me? It has been over a year, Jensen.” You breathed in and out deeply through your nose, to keep your tears at bay. “Where were you, when I left you countless messages, wondering, where you are, when you were just blatantly ignoring me? Oh, right....” His eyes fell down to the ground.
You went and sat next to him, waiting for him to look up. But he didn't. “Look at me.” You begged him and he finally did. “Where were you 8 months ago, when I still hoped for you to call to say that you've made a mistake? Where were you then, when I was still waiting every day for you to come back to me?” Jensen turned away again.
“I didn't know tha-'' you cut in before he could finish his sentence.
“You didn't know what? That I still loved you, even after you broke my heart? You knew that I did, I even told you that then.” You couldn't control your trembling voice.
“You could've called..”
“Oh, please, I have more self-respect than to go beg for someone to take me back after I've been dumped.”
He looked at you, brows knitted together. “That's not what I meant, you know that.”
You stood up from the bench and looked down at him. “Doesn’t really matter anymore. You're a year too late to come here to talk to me. I have finally moved on and I’m actually happy. As I said then - I want the best for you, but you can honestly now go screw yourself for even thinking that I’d take you back.”
You turned to leave, not waiting for his answer, and saw that Tom was waiting for you by the door.
“Ugghh..” you groaned loudly, letting him clearly know, how the conversation with Jensen went. “You probably heard everything, right?” you looked up at him.
“I wasn't eavesdropping, if that's what you mean,” he kissed your temple. “But yeah, I caught the last bit. You okay?”
You let out a deep sigh. “Not right now, but I will be, I guess.” He held you still in his embrace.
“Do you want to leave? I'm sure Jared and Gen would understand.”
“No, that would look.. I don't know…cowardly. I'm not afraid of being here with him. I just wish…” you stopped to think what to say, and finally sighed. “-I didn't have to see him tonight.”
You heard heavy stomps in the snow behind you, and a second later, Jensen walked into the room without another word. Tom didn't even have to say anything, you already knew exactly what he was thinking. “Were you too hard on him?” Like it mattered now.
You smiled at him, but it didn't reach your eyes. “He'll get over it. I did.”
You let go of him and took his hand into yours. “Let's take a little walk, before we go back.”
You were walking in silence around the snow covered garden, occasionally throwing a look up at the starry night sky.
You knew you weren't lying to Jensen. You really were happy again. You stopped so suddenly that Tom almost slipped when he continued walking. You pulled him back, and put your arms around his neck, gently pushing your fingers through his hair. With your eyes closed, you kissed him sweetly before whispering close to his lips: “Thank you.”
“For what?” He smiled down at you.
“For everything. I love you.”
Finally you could say for sure that Jensen and everything he did was put behind you, and you could look forward to your future with Tom.
Tags: @jackles010378 @cevansbaby-dove @alternativeprincess94 @deanwinchestersgirl87
#jensen ackles#jackles#jensen ross ackles#spn cast#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles fic#jensen x you#x reader#x you
67 notes
·
View notes
Photo
94 notes
·
View notes
Text
youtube
The only drama I love ♦️ Othello by William Shakespeare ♦️ Donmar Warehouse/BBC Radio 3 (2008)
Duration: 2 hours 40 minutes
Full text of the play
Othello ...... Chiwetel Ejiofor
Emilia ...... Michelle Fairley
Cassio ...... Tom Hiddleston
Iago ...... Ewan McGregor
Desdemona ...... Kelly Reilly
Directed by Michael Grandage
Company: Donmar Warehouse
This production ran from 27 November 2007 - 23 February 2008 at the Donmar Warehouse. The production appeared as a recording for radio, broadcast on 4 May 2008 on BBC Radio 3, with Chiwetel Ejiofor as Othello and the rest of the original cast.
Source: BBC Radio3
I do not own the rights to this radio drama. All rights go to BBC Radio 3 and all its contributors.
#othello#william shakespeare#shakespeare#tom hiddleston#audio#radio#drama#chiwetel ejiofor#michelle fairley#ewan mcgregor#kelly reilly#Youtube
336 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 12
Tom Hiddleston x OFC
Series rated: M
Chapter warnings: None- a bit fillery
AN: There is some whiplash when you side step into a new and hyper fixation that is so far *not this* that this felt weird lol.
Masterlist
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Tom sat at the small dining table talking on the phone. Mia tried not to listen but it was hard not to. What she needed to be doing was sleeping in.
It was Tuesday morning and the strangest weekend of her life was well in the rear view mirror. She had to face reality and go to work tonight. Thankfully her shift was an early one, all things considered but still. It felt like returning to a world that she didn’t quite fit into again and she couldn’t put her finger on why.
“Everything alright?” Mia asked, sitting down at the cramped table with him.
“The lease is signed and you can pick up the keys as early as tomorrow.” Tom started with the good news first. “But I’ve got to fly out to New York today for an interview.”
This was it. Mia knew it was coming. There was no way their lives would allow them to be together and after the night before, it hurt. She hated that it hurt.
They should have kept things business. She shouldn’t have let him in, even a tiny bit. She shouldn’t have opened her heart to the possibility of him. Dumb. God she was so dumb.
“I need to be there for two days.”
“Work snuck up on you?” Mia tried not to sound sad.
“In a way.” Tom took her hand in his, the casual affection burning her heart like a knife. “I’ve been dodging Luke for most of the weekend and it slipped my mind. I can come back here after for a but. I’ll need to make a stop home though in a few weeks.”
“You don’t have to stay here so much.” Mia cringed at her words.
“I want to, darling.” The endearment pulled her eyes to him. Had they gotten to that point? “You’re my wife and it’s only right that when we can be, we’re together. I’ll leave you with some funds for a new couch, groceries and what have you. Whatever you think you’ll need.”
“I can take care of the utilities.” Mia insisted. “I can transfer services from here, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I’ll let Luke know.”
~~~~~<3
Mia’s phone pinged, drawing her nose out of her book. It was Ashley texting her a link to a news article. So far, she had been so good about avoiding looking at the tabloid stories for the weekend.
This one though, she couldn’t not see if she was going to dismiss that annoying ‘unread message’ notification. The article preloaded a headline and the picture without her having to click on it. Technology was ever so helpful.
Looking back at her was a picture of her walking, her arm in Tom’s toward the restaurant from the night before. It had worked, someone had taken the picture. There was a zoomed in shot of her left hand, the unique ring set she loved from the moment she woke up married.
“Don’t click it.” Tom’s voice was soft. “That’s not a path you want to go down, trust me.”
“Okay.” She locked her phone. “If you say so.”
“It exists, it means Luke was right and did his job. That’s all that matters.”
~~~~~<3
Sally hugged Tom tightly at the apartment door. Tears glittered in her little blue eyes as her arms strained to hold onto him as hard as she could. She was wrapped in Tom’s arms as he knelt on the ground between his two suitcases and held her to him.
This little person was a part of his life now and in a few short days, he cared for her greatly. It terrified him how quickly that bond developed, more than anything else had. She was a little person who was caught up in this whole marriage business and the chaos of his life. She was a child with no say.
“Are you going to come back and tell me more stories?” Her little voice was muffled by his shoulder.
“Of course.”
“Do you promise?” Sally asked.
“I do.”
Mia’s back stiffened. She was protective over her daughter, as was to be expected of a single mother. There had been countless promises made to Sally over the years that hadn’t been kept. Sometimes, it was Mia herself who didn’t keep the promises but a broken promise that could be avoided was different than someone promising something they couldn’t deliver.
Never promise anything you’re not sure you can keep was a concept she lived by. It was the only thing she could do to try and counter the look on Sally’s face when the promised phone call never came or the Christmas present that was ‘in the mail’ never was delivered.
When Sally got older she will start to question why the gifts were mailed and the time together was by phone when her father only lived on the other side of the city. But for now at least, she was young and thought the best of everyone.
“They’ve got to get going, Sally.” The neighbor girl elected babysitter for the night sat on the couch as she waited. “Come on, let’s watch the Nightmare Before Christmas.”
The movie was Sally’s latest obsession. She loved that she shared a name with a main character.
“I’ll be back in about an hour, give or take.”
~~~~~<3
It felt strange to watch Tom load is bags into the back of the car. She didn’t like it and that was something she didn’t like even more.
They drove to McCarran International Airport with tension thick in the air. It didn’t feel good that he was leaving like she thought it would.
She wanted him to stay longer. She wanted to get to know him more.
Tom shifted, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. Mia watched but didn’t say anything. It felt like there were so many words inside her that she wanted to say but she couldn’t identify a single one.
Tom held a card out to her. “Here,” The card hung in the air, suspended by his fingers. She glanced at it then back to the road.
“You don’t-”
“Think of it as a promise that I’m going to come back.” Tom set the card in the cup holder rather than wait for her to take it.
“That is so cheesy.” Mia couldn’t help but laugh. It was short and died under the tension in the car.
“The movers will be paid ahead. Use that card for a couch and coffee pot- whatever else you feel you need.”
“I can’t just use your card. I don’ want to leave you in a pinch or something.”
“It’s a credit card. It’s got enough on it and won’t leave me stranded if you go overboard. Not that I think you will. Please, use it. Get a couch and coffee maker. Whatever else you need too. And if something comes up and you need it for something else, use it. If you’re unsure, text me. Call me.”
Mia sighed. She wanted to protest and wanted to send him away with his card but she couldn’t. There were things she needed to replace if she was going to not take the bugs with her.
“Fine.”
~~~~~<3
“What airline do you want me to pull up to?” The airport was almost always busier than it had any right to be regardless of the time of day. This time was no exception.
“Can you park?” Tom asked.
“What?” Mia hadn’t expected to park. They’d already gone by the short term parking. “We’d have to swing around again…”
“Delta it is then.”
The car stopped on the side of the road designated to load and unload passengers for Delta airlines. Fiddling with the hem or her shirt, she didn’t know what to do as she stood on the sidewalk.
Tom retrieved his bags from the back of the car without trouble. She had wanted to help but she didn’t want to be in the way. It was easy to be in the way at the airport.
The, in what felt like a blink of an eye, they were standing on the sidewalk together. What an awkward pair they made.
“You should probably get going, huh?” She didn’t know what else to say. What she really wanted to say was: ‘don’t go’. She couldn’t say that though.
“I’ll be back in a few days.” Tom said and they stood in silence again.
People moved around them. The night sky was a deep dark blue though the ground all around them was lit up bright as day. There was no shortage of lights around the airport.
“Come here.” Tom reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.
She was caught off guard by the action. He pulled her to him and she went easy enough. In a blink of the eye, she was in his arms and the world slowed down and tears she didn’t expect burned at her eyes.
It felt safe in his arms. The heat of his body radiated off of him. There was more than enough heat in the air already but the heat of his body was something different. She could feel the pounding of his heart in his chest. The scent of his body wash clung to him.
Had he held her since the morning after they changed their lives forever? She didn’t think so. There had been small moments of careful affection but this was not that. Was it a show for anyone observing them? For some unseen cameras he forgot to warn her about? Was it real or was it an act?
“What are you doing?” Mia carefully wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m holding you.” Tom said as if he didn’t know what the actual question was.
“Why?” Mia mumbled, her cheek resting on his chest. “Is someone taking pictures?”
“Not that I know of.” She could feel him sigh.
“Then why?”
He was quite for a few moments. The world moved around them and she couldn’t help but to relax into the embrace. The airport faded away as her eyes slipped closed.
“Because I wanted to.” Tom finally answered. “Because I think I’m going to miss you.”
Nothing seemed like the right response to his confession. In the absence of words, she simply pulled herself tighter against him for a moment. Would it convey what she wanted to say but was too scared?
And then, the embrace was over, and he was walking away with a parting wave.
Watching him disappear into the airport, bags rolling behind him left her feeling alone. He thought he was going to miss her. She was scared to say it but, she thought just maybe she would miss him too. It was something she should have said. She wished she had said it.
She stood watching as he made his way toward the ticket machines. He stopped and looked out the large windows. Her breath caught in her chest as a look of surprise crossed his face for a moment before it lit up in one of his smiles. His smiles were beautiful.
Raising his hand, he waved at her a final goodbye.
~~~~~<3~~~~~<3
Mia’s hands were held in his. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat out of her chest. The words said to here were hard to follow but she loved the way they sounded in his voice.
He had a magical voice. This was magic. He was magic.
“Do you take this woman to be your wife?” The officiant said. The rest of the things after were lost to her but that lingered in her mind.
“I do.” Tom said as clearly and confidently as if he had been sober.
It took a few tries to thread the matching wedding bad onto her finger though once it did, it nestled against the engagement ring perfectly. She hoped that they would nestle their lives together into one just as perfectly.
“And do you take this man to be your husband?” Again the other words were lost. Was he able to keep track of the things being said to them?
“I do.” She hoped she sounded as clear and confident as he did. The simple gold band slipped onto his finger as if it was made to be there. It felt like his hand had been waiting forever for her to put that simple ring where it had always belonged.
“You may kiss the bride.” The officiant said.
Tom reached out, caressing her cheek with his hand before pulling her into him. She could feel the metal ring on his finger and loved it. Then his lips were on her’s.
Soft and strong. She could smell the whiskey on his breath and as she gasped a breath, she could then taste it on his tongue. Her arms were around his neck as she arched into his embrace.
There was no where else in the world she was meant to be in that moment.
~~~~~<3
Tag List: @winterisakiller @alexakeyloveloki, @jennyggggrrr, @dangertoozmanykids101 @tilltheendwilliwrite @tinchentitri @wizardcherryblossom @buttercupcookies-blog @violethaze @kats72 @soulpiercing
#Tom hiddleston x ofc#tom hiddleston x oc#Tom hiddleston x original female character#Tom hiddleston x original character#tom hiddleston fanfic#Tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston rpf
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Loki's Mewling Quims
Who are we?
The original, the best and the oldest Loki server without all the unnecessary frills. Est. March 2020. We’re a safe space server open to all, no matter your age.
We offer a vibrant community server where none are excluded. You can chat, make friends, share pictures. The server boasts a plethora of writers and roleplayers (should you desire these forte’s). And the server is primarily run by individuals from across the globe who are all trustworthy, approachable and have a sense of humour.
We might be Loki in name but we cater for DC, Lord of the Rings, Manga and Anime, to name but a few.
What you can expect:
★ No excessive pings
☆┊Level 3 boosted
★ Non toxic drama free safespace
☆┊Partnerships welcomed
★ OC creation & template
☆┊Rp plotting & find a partner
★ Counting, Dank & Waifu
☆┊Music & vc channels.
★ LGBTQIA+
☆┊Frequent updated partner links
★ Tom Hiddleston channels
☆┊Witcher, Essex Serpent
★ Lord of the Rings & Hobbit multifandom thirst chats
☆┊Loki whispers, MCU news
Come on, what did you expect? Join us!
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
One day maybe
Summary: The one where Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N are dating off the spotlight and he gets jealous when he sees someone else (Tom Hiddleston) flirting with his girl.
Content warnings: jealousy, fluff.
Word count: 1.7k
A/N: this is my first post on this account, a bit weird and nerve-raking but I’m excited :´) I usually post all this on my instagram: @hsgucci94, feel free to come say hi over there! alright, bye. hope you like this! x
masterlist
Harry Styles was playing a show in Los Angeles that night and, like anyone would have imagined, a bunch of famous and very well-known people came to see him, including Y/N Y/L/N. She was the moment, a celebrity whose face was currently everywhere, and her status was the one that helped her meet Harry a few months back.
Both of them got invited to the same Gucci event and after some talking, a lot of wine and giggles, they hit it off. They exchanged numbers, texted for a while and, when they both happened to be in the same city a couple of weeks later, they went on their first date. After that one came many more, until they made it official: Harry Styles and Y/N Y/N/L were now a couple, but that was a secret only their families and close friends knew about.
Neither of them wanted the public to know, at least not yet. They were well aware of the media attention they would start getting if that happened, and neither of them were very into that anyway. So for the public, they were just two successful and talented people who occasionally were seen hanging out together with the same group of friends.
They even had to pretend that night, when her and some other celebrities were backstage with Harry as he greeted them and got ready to perform in a few minutes. Although, to be fair, neither Y/N nor Harry had to try hard to ignore each: just a couple of hours before, they had got into an argument they hadn't been able to solve just yet.
The tension between them was palpable to those who knew them; for the rest of the world it seemed like they just didn't have much in common to talk about now that they were in the same room together, which was definitely far from true.
Harry's jaw immediately clenched the moment he saw him, out of all people, entering the room and approaching her, his hand in her back as he leaned in to kiss her cheeks.
"This has to be a fucking joke," Harry groaned to himself, deadly staring at Tom Hiddleston for the way he was talking, smiling and touching Y/N.
The main reason of their argument was now in the same room as they were, and Harry had to pretend to be fixing his outfit to try detach his gaze off of them both and keep his fists busy; he wanted to clench them so bad from the anger he was feeling.
Y/N was about to start filming a new movie and Tom was her co-star. Harry had seen the way he looked at her and shamelessly flirted with her every time she and Tom were together; he could sense his intentions even from afar. Hiddleston wanted his girl, and even if Y/N denied it, Harry knew he was right.
Of course he wanted her, she was just something else. Definitely out of this world, and he was scared anyone could come into her life and take her from him. Not that she was his property, but he was very into her and couldn't imagine losing her.
When the argument started just a few minutes before people started coming into the backstage, Y/N was talking about how excited she was for filming to start and how incredibly unbelievable was that she was starring in a movie alongside Tom Hiddleston. Harry started getting grumpy and didn't match her energy at all, which caused her to get pissed at him and accused him of not being supportive of her and her work, specially since she had been thrilled for all his success from the moment he released his third album and the trailers of his upcoming movies came out.
Harry wanted to show such excitement because she deserved nothing less than that, but whenever he thought of who her co-star was, he instantly felt sick to his stomach.
His last straw was the moment Tom passed an arm around her shoulders right in front of his eyes. She couldn't be that oblivious, could she? She had to be doing that on purpose.
Harry loudly cleared his throat, which made Y/N look in his direction right away. She frowned, and when Harry didn't move his gaze away from her, she caught on what was happening. She then subtly slipped off Tom's grasp and bit the inside of her cheek. Maybe Harry was right and she had just not been noticing his intentions.
Harry shook his head; his eyes showed how hurt and betrayed he felt. Y/N cursed herself, before dismissing herself to go to the toilet, wishing she could just grab Harry's hand and drag him with her to put an end to their quarrel now that she had finally understood the reasons behind it: Tom, Harry's jealousy, and how she hadn't really realised her co-star had been slowly getting closer to her until her and Harry got into an argument because of it.
“Fuck, fuck. fuck.
I’m sorry about everything I said earlier, Harry.
I managed to sneak into your dressing room. Can you come, please?
I really want us to solve this. I shouldn’t have said those things...
I’m so fucking sorry,” she texted him.
Y/N nervously bit her nails, walking from one side of the room to the other, mentally slapping herself for not having been aware of the situation sooner.
She was impatiently waiting for Harry, her eyes constantly checking her phone to see if he had replied to any of her messages. But it seemed like he hadn't read them yet, and she wasn't sure if it was because he didn't have his phone on him or because he was ignoring her, which, being completely honest, he had every right to do.
How could she had been so blind to not even sense Tom's intentions? Probably because she had been so starstruck by the thought of making a film with him, an actor she had admired for so long, to even think he wanted something more than just co-work with her.
She was about to text Harry again when the door opened and he appeared through it.
"Harry...," she started saying, but stopped right away because she didn't know what to say or how to commence.
He looked directly at her; his face and body muscles were not longer tensed, at least not as much as a few minutes back. As soon as Y/N got away from Tom he didn't feel so threatened anymore. Instead, other emotions had taken over him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she quickly spoke, shaking her head as she squinted her eyes closed.
She could only imagine the things that ran through Harry's head every time he saw them together. Had she been in her boyfriend's position, she would have probably lost her mind. Another woman trying to flirt with him? Yeah, no, thank you.
Harry stared at her a few seconds, before taking the steps that separated them and grabbing her by her waist.
His lips furiously pressed against hers without a warning, making her eyes go wide the moment she felt them. His free hand rested on her cheek as the kiss only intensified and his tongue asked to slip inside her mouth, the kiss soon turning into a makeout session. Their tongues fought each other as their hands ran up and down their bodies, somehow making sure the other knew who they belonged to. When it ended, Harry rested his forehead against hers and momentarily clenched his jaw, pulling her closer to him as they both caught their breaths.
"Why didn't you tell me?," she mumbled, and moved her face up just enough to properly make eye contact with him.
He closed his eyes and sighed, before passing a hand through his hair and tucking at it. Y/N took that sign as the cue to grab his hands between hers as she pleadingly looked at him.
"Fuck, I don't know," he frustratedly admitted, "I guess I didn't want you to think I was overreacting or trying to sabotage you."
She quietly nodded, and sweetly squeezed his hands before entwining her fingers with his and lifting their hands to his chest. In other circumstances Harry would have just kissed her in front of everybody or wrap his arm around her to let them know she was actually taken.
But that was the thing: they weren't able to prove it unless they wanted the secret to be out.
They were together, yes, but nobody really knew that. In everybody's eyes Y/N was single, meaning men and women had a chance to hit on her, which made Harry uneasy every time he thought of it.
"How come you didn't notice?," Harry mumbled, frowning his eyebrows and lips, "He has clearly been trying to steal you from me."
"Hey," she quickly replied, a couple of wrinkles forming on her forehead due to the way she was frowning it, "No one's gonna take me from you, okay? We're together, and whether they know it or not it doesn't matter. You know why? Because at the end of the day I'm the person you kiss good night. Only I get to taste those lips of yours, and same goes to mine, Styles."
She softly smiled at him, showing him how hard she actually meant those words.
He nodded, biting his upper lip, before sighing again, "Sometimes I think it's better if we make it official, just to avoid these situations."
She nodded, understanding what he meant. However, deep down they both knew the cons were actually longer and heavier on the long run than the pros.
"I only have eyes for you, though," she assured him, "I don't ever wanna hurt you, you know that, right? I would never ever put myself in a position to lose you. I'd be damned if I did."
"I know you wouldn't, baby," he caressed her cheek with both his index finger and thumb, "It's them I don't trust."
He then pecked her lips, and for a moment they both dreamt of an alternative universe where they were able to show their love to the public without being judged, stalked or criticised for it.
One day, maybe one day.
full masterlist
#Harry Styles#harrystyles#harrystylesprompts#harry styles imagine#harrystylesfloff#jealousharrystyles#jealous harry styl#harry styles fluff#hs#hs1#hs2#hs3#famous harry styles
478 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
01h95
.
furrylovergril495
FishonaFurryLoveirGril
joshielderek
Derek
babyboy-1973
Untitled
ryr-art
RYR
Art