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Oh my gosh I already love this!! Good job Jennifer. Can't wait to read more!! 💕💕

Preview of my new fic...

Hi readers! It’s been a while. But don’t fret, I’ve been working on something new. I’m unsure about how it’s going to be perceived so I thought I would release a preview for it to see if it’s something that would be worth posting. It’s going to be a Tom Hiddleston fic. I’m working on a title so that’s why I don’t have one at the moment… Please let me know if I should continue!

Taglist: @elusive-beauty @drakesfiance @im-a-slut-for-an-accent @fantasy-is-my-reality @hiddlephile

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White.

Bright light coming in all directions.

Thick blankets coat the world around, freezing it all in time.

Cotton balls of ice crystals breeze by creating a shield, blinding the sight of any fool who dared to venture out.

“That is the last time I rely on you for checking the weather.” I scold my agent as I’m unsure of where exactly I am at the moment. She mistakenly watched the forecast for the week AFTER my vacation at the chalet this fool is currently trying to find. I shouldn’t have counted on her info without double-checking it myself first. I trust her wholeheartedly with my newfound career as an author, but she isn’t the most reliable on other things.

“How many times do I have to say ‘I’m sorry?’ My mind was preoccupied with planning this book release that you’ve been working towards for years. It kind of fogged out the less important details.” She apologized, but a lot of good that’s doing. Thankfully I had enough common sense to rent a vehicle with all-wheel drive in case this was to happen.

The resort I booked my vacation at is secluded and quaint, only a few rooms available at a time. The pictures on their website paint a relaxing atmosphere of a log cabin with stone floors and fireplace, busts of different wild game tastefully scattered on the walls, and warm textured rugs creating a beautiful rustic feel. Every inch whispers “I’m home.” It’s one of the many reasons why I chose this place. I wanted a carefree time away somewhere cold, not much caring for the beach. I prefer sweatshirts over bikinis, blankets over towels, hot chocolate over coconut drinks, and fireplaces over bonfires.

After what felt like hours, I managed to survive the drive and finally reach my destination. Only two other cars were parked out front which was comforting, knowing I won’t have many people to deal with. I parked near the front, only guessing where the lines were. The parking lot was already covered with at least an inch of snow, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Stumbling through the door, I was greeted by warmth. The stone fireplace is in plain sight, warming the ever-cold guests as they enter. I get lost in the décor as I match the pictures with everything I’ve seen so far. I’ve been staring at all of them daily, my excitement to finally get here not giving me any self-control. The beautiful gray stone on the floors gives the log cabin a more modern feel, but still cozy thanks to the rugs.

“Ah! You must be my last guest.” An older man, maybe mid-50s greeted me from behind a desk with a live-edge wood countertop. “I’m glad you made it before the brunt of the storm.” He typed on his computer before handing me the key to my room, even carrying my bags for me. “You are welcome to anything in our top of the line kitchen and all of the amenities we offer. Fresh towels are in the linen closets in your room, as are any extra toiletries you may need. The wi-fi password is on your bedside table and TV remotes are in the top drawer of that table.”

He rattled off a few more things before concluding, “Now due to the blizzard, I won’t be staying here. If you are to need anything else, my cell phone number is listed on the phone.” He stopped at the doorway but turned back, “There is one other man staying here who is wanting to leave tomorrow, but from the looks of it, he won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He sent me a friendly smile. “Please enjoy your stay.” And with that, he took his leave, leaving me to my own devices.

The next day, the stillness greeted me. The same feeling I would get waking up on a Saturday afternoon after a blanket of snow coated everything for the very first time. Like the snow froze time, nothing moving or wanting to disturb the serenity. It’s one of those days where getting out of bed is optional. This feeling is exactly what I was wanting while on this vacation.

I could have stayed in bed all day, but my stomach protested pretty quickly after sleep left me. Climbing out of my comfy cocoon, I stretched every muscle, ridding it of any trace of tiredness. Gosh, I haven’t had this heavy of sleep in years! What are these mattresses made of? Magical clouds?

I took in my room. It’s a complete contrast to the lobby. Modern dark gray walls complement the black carpet. White faux fur rugs sit at each side of the King sized bed to contradict the dark. Clean white sheets adorn the bed with black and gray accents on the comforter and in the pillows. The windows and doors are framed with a natural light wood color to bring the modern touches down a notch.

Opening the black-out curtains revealed the floor-to-ceiling windows with the most picturesque view I’ve ever seen. Pine trees are covered with snow, weighing down every branch. The still falling snow is a mixture of tiny cotton balls and glitter. All of the white nearly blind me, my eyes not used to the light yet. But still, my heart swells. Vacation begins.

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Updated: 15/1/19

Most recent: *

Loki

In My Arms (Loki x Frigga)

My love, everything will be okay...

Merry Christmas, I love you *

Tom Hiddleston

Your beauty radiates, my love

Him and Her series

1 2 3 (final)

Park Jimin (BTS)

In Her Eyes (artist!au)

#masterlist #tom hiddleston masterlist #loki masterlist #loki #tom hiddleson #bts #bts jimin #marvel #MCU

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TONY STARK DESERVES BETTER!!!!!

ways to say ‘i love you’ (insp)

— tony stark (to pepper potts) edition

#tony and pepper are the best couple ever #it's a fact #give tony love

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Aww thank you @beautyinthewild31 for the tag..

1) Good quality music.. Current favourite is everything Oh Wonder. Only wish that I had discovered them earlier

2) Tom Hiddleston.. Can’t stress enough on what an amazing human being he is.

3) Getting to bed because sleep is undeniable the best thing ever

4) Reading. Would really love more time just to relax and read. It’s fascinating how by reading you enter someone else’s world and it’s just brilliant to see how a person carves out a life of a character meticulously and tastefully bizarre in every way.

5) Catching up with friends, family or just more me-time

@theoneanna @hiddlestonstansworld @startrekkingaroundasgard @loki-the-fox @lolaywrites @justauthoring (I hope it’s alright to tag all of you, have fun!)

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!💞

I did this already, but I don’t mind doing it again!

1) Going to the beach and bathing in the sun 💚

2) My family and friends (which honestly, are my second family)

3) Good food 💚

4) Reading a nice book on a cold rainy day with coffee or chocolate milk

5) How much Sean and Mark have grown and how proud they make me. Basically being in both communities makes me happy!

@weirdmixofweirdness @thatonegirrl16 @thepotatoesarenice @picapica916 @thebluehearted @starlightxnightmare @hyruleknight271 @pumpkin-demon @droid-dreamer @justaninnocentstudent

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River’s Holiday Marvel Writing Challenge Masterlist I hope everyone had a happy holidays! You all did so amazingly on your fics and I had such a blast reading all of them! Thank you so much to everyone who participated in my third writing challenge! Every time I do one of these I’m always so blown away by how talented everyone is and it makes me all the more excited for any future challenges I might hold! Please check out these amazing authors and their beautiful masterpieces! Apple Cider by @omgopalsapphire - Loki Laufeyson x Gender-Neutral Reader Definitely Worth More Than a Thousand Words by @blackirisposts - Loki x Reader Baking Memories by @ginatoldmeso - Loki x Reader The Gift He Didn’t Know He Needed by @redfoxwritesstuff - Tom Hiddleston x ofc Christmas in Jotunheim by @themoonandthewanderer - Thor, Loki, OCs The Demons Horns by @starscreamloki - Loki x OFC Merry Mischief by @boredbrooder - Thor & Loki Snowed In by @missmaddiewriting - Thor & Bruce Home for the Holidays by @nildespirandum - Loki x OFC Princesses and Christmas Eve by @sidehowriting - Dad!Thor x Daughter Blue Spruce by @devilbat - Loki x Reader Nebula’s Snowmen by @too-many-fanfiction-fandoms - Kraglin x Nebula Merry Christmas, I Love You by @elusive-beauty - Loki x Reader Missing U by @my-world-of-imagines - Yondu x Reader Chilling by @uselesspileofstressandsadness - Loki x Reader Muted Noel by @lokikingofasgardslover713 - Steve Rogers x Plus!Size Reader Super Soldier Christmas by @bad-days-and-beautiful-nights - Tony x Pepper The Meaning of Christmas by @starrynightfantasies - Loki

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Merry Christmas, I love you ~ Loki x reader

A/N: This is for @loki-the-fox‘s Holiday Marvel Writing Challenge. Thank you so much for letting me take part in this. It has been a blast! My prompt is 34: “Are you trying to find your present?” Check out the whole post below for more Christmassy imagines.

River’s Holiday Marvel Writing Challenge

Summary: You and Loki compete to see who can gift each other the best present for Christmas. It’s safe to say that you both have tricks up your sleeves.

Content: snowy fluff for the Xmas season

Warning: none

Word count: 3052

December 20, 2018

“Y/N?”

At the sound of that voice, you froze and everything around you seemed to move in seconds. One second you were under the bed in your room, the next, you were scrambling to come out from under it, hitting your head on the bed frame in the process.

One second Peter — your accomplice for the day — was in your closet searching and the next, he had latched onto the ceiling afraid for his dear life.

One second the door of your bedroom remained undisturbed and the next, you found your boyfriend, Loki standing by it, looking at your crouched figure with questioning and raised eyebrows. He glanced around your room and your eyes followed his. You took in the state of your shared bedroom with Loki. Your bed covers were thrown of the bed, the closet was ransacked and the cupboards were thoroughly rummaged through.

You closed your eyes in desperation and defeat. He wasn’t supposed to be back from his mission with Natasha and Clint this soon. As far as you knew, you had at least 3 more hours to spare. Damn, you were so sure that he was going to kill you this time around. In fact? How did you even find yourself in this situation? Ah, right.. That’s it.

~Flashback~

Coffee cup in hand, you made your way to the kitchen of the Avenger’s tower to get another refill of that caffeinated goodness. Loki was out that morning to go for a mission and was to be back in the afternoon. Having nothing to do, you happily indulged yourself in Tony’s premium coffee, humming softly to yourself in the process. Suddenly, you heard soft whispers coming from the living room. Your curiosity killed you and you moved closer to the living room. You found Pepper, Thor, Wanda, Sam and Bucky sitting on the sofas with their backs all turned away from you. The Christmas tree with the abundance of presents underneath twinkled silently in front of them. You were about to make your presence known when you heard Loki’s name being mentioned.

“I still can’t believe Loki did that,” said Wanda, her tone surprised.

“So can I? Who knew big baddie had such a soft heart?” Bucky chimed in, perking your interest even more.

Sam leaned back into his chair and muttered “To get Y/N that for Christmas, I would have never guessed it at all. Boy’s makin’ a move.”

“My friends, my brother may have done some horrible things in the past but he absolutely adores Lady Y/N, we all know that now, do we not? In my many years of knowing Loki, he has never been so besotted with a woman as much as he is with Lady Y/N. Nevertheless, they are a perfect match and if this gift doesn’t scream of Loki’s affection to Lady Y/N, nothing will,” Thor spun Mjolnir in his hands, grinning proudly.

You heard Pepper laugh silently. “Well, Christmas is going to be something to look forward to, isn’t it?”

There were quiet mutters of agreement before the topic was switched leaving you perplexed. What had Loki gotten you for Christmas? And how was everyone on it, except you?

Between you and Loki, you both had come up with an unspoken challenge of seeing who could get the best Christmas present for each other. Last Christmas, you won by getting him a complete collection of Shakespeare’s works (Loki loved anything literature and it was needless to say that he became a total Shakespeare fanboy after reading and rereading every play and poem written by the esteemed Midgardian poet and playwright). The year before that was won by Loki who had fashioned you an exquisite gown made by the best seamstress of Asgard with the finest silk ever known to men.

You had no idea what he had in mind this year but you were NOT going to let him win. It was childish and competitive, this little game that you both played, but it made Christmas a little bit more memorable for both Loki and yourself.

Fueled by your curiosity, you moved to go and search for your present. It must be in your bedroom somewhere. On your way to begin your quest, you spotted the young Peter walking down the hallway. A little help won’t hurt, you thought and called out to him.

“Hey, Peter! Do you have a moment?”

...And that’s how you found yourself in this predicament.

~Back to the unfortunate present~

“Darling, what are you doing?”

You ignored Loki’s question and faked excitement. “Ah Loki, you’re back! Mission finished early I see.”

“Yes, it did. Say darling, did a hurricane attack our room in my absence?”

“Oh this,” you looked around, “Err.. I was just rearranging.” Your sentence ended up sounding like a question and you cursed yourself silently. You could never lie convincingly to Loki or to anyone, if you’re being honest.

“And is there a reason why the Spiderling is attached to our ceiling?” Loki questioned you, a small smile sneaking out as he wondered how you were going to escape this one.

You were about to start denying when Loki snapped his fingers causing Peter to fall on your bed. You groaned in response. You were caught big-time. Loki stifled a laugh at how awful a liar and a schemer you were.

“Ahh Peter! What are you doing here? Have you been here long?” you put on your best surprised voice.

Loki rolled his eyes at your attempt and turned to Peter — who at the moment was about to have a panic attack. “Peter, what are you doing here?”

Peter turned to look at you, giving you a ‘please-save-me’ look. “I...um.. was just helping Ms. Y/N to find...something.”

“Exactly,” you supplied, feigning nonchalance and backing Peter’s story. “He was helping me search for those dangly earrings that I really like. You know, the ones that I wore for the party last month? God knows where the damn things have landed.”

Loki did not look convinced at all. With his eyebrows cocked up in disbelief, he moved slowly to your dresser. Within seconds, he located a pair of earrings which he showed you. “This one, my dear?”

He even had the audacity to look smug.

“Oh yes! That’s the one. Thank you, Loki!” you said, your plan failing horribly. It took every ounce of your energy to not facepalm yourself.

“Peter, tell me the truth...”

Peter sighed and you knew that he had given in to Loki. “Ms Y/N was looking for your present to her.”

“Oh c’mon Peter. You can’t rat me out like that.. We were in this together,” you whined.

“Ms Y/N, Mr Loki has been lied to his whole life. I couldn’t lie to him.. He deserves better, Ms Y/N,” Peter was on the verge of clinging onto Loki, his voice becoming more desperate with every word. You knew that Peter adored Loki a lot (and vice versa, your irrational jealous self noted) and that he’ll betray you for Loki any day. You were only slightly offended by this fact.

“Alright Peter, thank you for telling me. Could you allow myself and Ms. Y/N to talk for a short while?”

Peter quickly agreed to Loki’s words and left, telling you that he’s sorry for not being able to help. With Peter out of the room, Loki laid down on the bed on his side and motioned for you to join him. Like Peter, you too were powerless to resist the Asgardian God and you unconsciously found yourself moving to bed and climbing into your boyfriend’s strong arms. Loki pulled you close to his body before kissing the crown of your head sweetly.

“Is Peter correct? Are you trying to find your present?” Loki mused, the amusement lingering in his voice.

“Hmm.. Don’t patronize me,” you complained, hiding your face in his chest in embarrassment. “I just wanted to know what gift I was going up against. You know, check out my competition.”

Loki chuckled. “You’re adorable, my queen. I love you, but you know with Christmas gifts, I am a strong force to be reckoned with. I’m sure my present will be the best this year round.”

“Ahh, you don’t know that yet, Mr. God of Mischief,” you said, lifting your head to kiss along his jaw.

“Actually you’re right Y/N. Your present will always be the best. And that’s because you are my ultimate gift. My lover and my girl.”

You looked up at him, mentally dying from his cheesiness. He gazed at you with playful abandon and a butterfly-inducing smile grazed his lips, causing your heart to swell. “You charmer,” you groaned, as your head fell back down on his chest with a thud.

“Only for you, baby,” he replied.

You both laid with each other, just simply enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s company. In the meantime, the nagging feeling ate at you as you wondered what to get for the man you were in bed with for Christmas. Damn, this year was gonna be a hard one.

December 25, 2018

Christmas couldn’t come sooner enough.

Loki was right about being a force to be reckoned with. You had no clue about what his present to you was, and God only knows how much you tried to pry the information out of him.

Christmas day was filled with lots of caroling, tinsel and before you knew it, it was time for the Christmas roast and eventually, present unwrapping time. Being a full-time Avenger, you barely got to hang out with everyone at the same time. This was largely due to the fact that all of you were busy being on call to investigate this or fight this world-dominating alien. Christmas was one of the rare occasions where you could all be in the same place and just relax like any normal person would — given that no one tries to be a spoil-sport and decide to conquer Earth on Christmas.

As everyone gathered around the Christmas tree, presents were passed around and the unwrapping commenced. You received many amazing presents from the many members of the Avengers, none, you noticed, from Loki, who just smiled reassuringly at you mouthing the words “later.” You did notice however that your usually chatty boyfriend was being extremely quiet and had resorted to playing with his hands rather nervously at intervals.

After the present hype had died, Loki had disappeared, telling you briefly that he needed to get something from your room. Suspicion combined with the fact that you had yet to know what Loki was planning for your present caused you to consult the girls.

“Hey Nat,” you asked, “Is it just me or is Loki acting a little weird today?”

Natasha looked back at you “Loki? Seems no difference to me.”

You huffed, still confused.

“And look who it is, your knight in green armor,” Natasha said, looking behind you. You turned to see Loki who was deep in talk with Thor and Steve, he sneaking glances at you every once in a while. “Y/N, I know I haven’t seen Loki in the best light this past few years but I know when I say that he is in love with you as much as you are with him and you have changed him for the better. You both are a perfect pair and I’ll always wish the best to the two of you.”

You studied her reaction and waited for the catch that never came. You thanked her tentatively, sensing that something was slightly fishy. Before you could even question it, you heard a voice come from behind you.

“Sorry, Natasha, can I steal her for a second?”

It was in fact Loki. Natasha agreed, giving you her best smile as Loki pulled you gently with him. You stopped him momentarily “Loki, is everything alright? Should I be worried?”

He paused in his step, “Of course, everything’s just fine. I just...would you follow me?”

Now, your palms were sweaty as you contemplated every possibility. Was he breaking up with you? Was he leaving to Asgard and never coming back? Your mind whirled with different scenarios. What was going on? You were too lost in your head that you didn’t even realized that Loki had brought you to one of the balconies at Stark tower. The impressive display of lights lighting up the city beneath you dimmed in comparison to the display of stars in the sky. You allowed yourself to edge to the railing and marvel at the beauty of the view in front of you.

“Beautiful,” you heard Loki mutter softly under his breath.

“Yes, yes it is,” you replied, your eyes still on the view before you. He heard him chuckle and you faced him. His eyes seemed to glow alongside the stars and he stood behind you, looking exceptional in the black suit that he had worn throughout the evening. His face softly lit with moonlight and his hair blending into the dark night. For a second, it felt as if you were seeing him for the first time.

“I wasn’t talking about the view. I was talking about you.”

You looked down at yourself. You were in a simple red dress, hardly anything fancy at all. How was that beautiful to him when he in his many Asgardian years had seen more stunningly beautiful women dressed in garments that you could only imagine.

“Loki...”

“Oh, but you are Y/N. In your eyes, you may see yourself differently but you have yet to see yourself through a man’s eyes. More importantly, in my eyes. In mine, jewels compete and fail to replicate the ever radiant shine in your eyes. No goddess would dare lift their faces to you because you are the epitome of true beauty, both inside and out.”

He moved so that he was standing closer to you, your back pressed against the railing. His fingertips grazed your cheek gently, stealing your breath away.

“Sometimes I wonder whether you are real. I wake up in the middle of the night just to make sure that you’re still next to me and not just a mere figment of my imagination. I look at you and I wonder — How could a beast such as myself be gifted with such a treasure that is you? Words can not justify how grateful I am that you are mine. I have never dreamed about finding someone who I could love wholeheartedly as I love you. Growing up, people have told me that I was incapable of being loved. They called me a monster and for once I believed them. I believed them when they said that no one will ever love me. There was a time when I would have believed them if they told me that you could not come true. That you were just love's illusion. But then you found me and everything changed. My darling, you gave me something to believe in again.”

Your eyes glistened with tears and Loki moved to hold your hand in his.

“My whole heart will be yours forever. This is a beautiful start to a lifelong love letter. Tell the world that we got finally got it all right because I choose you, forever and always. A million lifetimes and I will still choose you. I will become yours, through whatever life may throw our way and you’ll be mine. To protect, to hold and to love. And for that, though I deem myself unworthy, I’ll ask...”

You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you watched Loki go down on his left knee. From his pocket, he pulled out a velvet box that opened to contain an elegant ring featured with a shimmering strand of pavé diamonds entwined with a lustrous ribbon of metal. However, it was his next question that took your breath away.

“Y/N Y/L/N, would you make me the happiest man in the universe and...marry me?”

“Yes, of course I will!” you replied, without a second of doubt. The happiness just bursting from you.

Loki stood up before engulfing you in a tight hug, spinning you around. “Thank you Y/N, thank you so much...”

He then pressed a loving kiss on your mouth. Savoring the moment with everything that he has. You were his. Whatever doubts he had about you saying no was now gone. You were his, he could hardly believe it.

Loki pulled apart from you to slide the ring on your finger before lifting your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Mine,” he murmured softly. The cheers of the Avengers brought you both back to the balcony of Stark Tower. So this was Loki’s present to you this year. You were amazed by how well the Avengers had kept it from you.

Before they could tear you apart from each other with congratulatory hugs and pats on the back, Loki pulled you to him one last time and whispered into your ear. “Merry Christmas, I love you.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied to your new fiancee, “I love you more.”

Bonus

“Y/N!” he gasped, “You cheeky thing! You did not!” your boyfriend-now-turned-fiancee gasped, as he did a little excited dance.

“I did,” you giggled, the camcorder shaking with your laughter as you recorded the moment.

“Stop,” Loki turned to look at you, his eyes huge. “You didn’t do it..”

You gestured with your free hand to the parcel in front of him — the one that was currently shaking with soft meows. “Open it and you’ll find out.”

Loki shakily opened the lid and gave a soft gasp as he lifted the tiny thing from it’s box. He then moved to pull you into a frenzied hug, keeping in mind the small animal that was curled up against his chest, purring softly.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes, I love it so much.. Thank you, Y/N. This is officially the best Christmas present ever!” Loki replied, happily.

You shut of the camcorder before muttering, “This is so going on Tumblr.”

Although you probably should have waited a few seconds because you would have recorded Tony’s distorted yell. Now that would have made better content.

“Y/N Y/L/N!! YOU DID NOT JUST GET LOKI A BABY JAGUAR!!!”

That’s all for this oneshot. Really hope that you guys like this one. Let me know what you think! If anyone would like to be on or off the taglist, please comment below. Thank you.

Hope all of you are had a good Christmas and a happy new year to everyone!

Song that I referenced: Sara Bareilles - I Choose You

Taglist; @beautyinthewild31 @theoneanna @hiddlestonstansworld

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Girls don’t want boys, girls want Tony Stark to be saved from space, and have enough food and oxygen

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This whole series is gold! Can't wait for the next part!

CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER FIVE

SUMMARY: Reader has been friends with the Avengers cast through her connection with Chris Hemsworth and she was introduced to Tom and they instantly clicked and became best friends, always joint to the hip–but things aren’t forever, it always has an end. For whatever reason, that may be.

PAIRING: Reader x Tom Hiddleston

A/N: I had decided to give a name to our reader’s parents. That is, all. Really. Also, I’m no way a medical student– or a doctor for that matter, so everything I’m writing is based on my own research and even then, I might even be wrong. So to my readers who are familiar with the situation, and I’ve written something wrong– I apologize, I try my best to make things as realistic as possible. Hopefully you guys will still like this piece, so moving on! Please leave a REVIEW– I want to know what your thoughts are on the story so far and where you think the story is head.

READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE.

PREVIOUSLY ON CALM BEFORE THE STORM

“She doesn’t need you, she’s perfectly fine without you. She was perfectly fine before you came back into her life!” Scarlett cried, releasing your hand from her grip to stand and point at Tom angrily.

This time, Tom snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. “You think I don’t know that? I loved her, no fuck that– I love this woman. I have always been in love with her despite her leaving me with nothing, not even a goodbye! I just want to be here for her, I don’t want to see her gone. I can’t stop the thoughts of her leaving me again, so I want to be here! I know what I did was wrong, that I reacted badly but it’s not like I’m here for a bad reason. What did you think? That I was going to yell at her? While she’s in a coma? Or what? Tell her that I want custody of my child?”

“Like hell you will.”

CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER FIVE

Where am I?

It was dark, too dark.

You were beginning to panic, wondering if you have gone blind.

There was a soft– yet irritating buzzing sound growing at the back of your mind. It made you anxious.

You cried out for help, but nothing.

That is until you could hear muffled voices growing from a distance.

You tried rushing forward, calling out– screaming.

But your mind slips back into unconsciousness.

The next time your mind becomes conscious, it wasn’t dark anymore.

Your surroundings become calm, almost familiar– but you couldn’t remember.

You were alone.

Why were you alone? You didn’t know.

You pondered– racked through your mind to find answers. You were beginning to panic again.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

And that’s when you remembered.

The crash. The car accident.

And you gasped in panic, James.

But before you could grow more frantic, you felt your mind slip back into unconsciousness– the calm surroundings fading, darkness completely devouring you.

The next time your mind slips back into consciousness, you gasped as if you had been holding your breath in for too long.

But this time, you remembered everything.

What happened in the accident, and what happened before.

Were you dead? You didn’t know.

Your surroundings were brighter now– you had finally remembered why it felt familiar.

It was because of the beach you’ve grown to love as a child. It was your safe haven.

Did that mean you were dead?

You wanted to panic but you tried your best not to, remembering that whenever you did panic– you would lose your train of thought and the darkness will return to collect you.

Despite being scared, you let the sounds of waves calm your mind.

That was all you heard.

That is– until the muffled voices returned.

You stood up abruptly from your spot in the sand and began concentrating– wanting to understand the voices.

“You must be Y/N’s parents, I’m Dr. Gerald Patterson and I’ve been on your daughter’s case since she was admitted.” You heard, causing you to gasp in relief.

Did that mean she wasn’t dead?

“Has her friends filled you in on her situation? I understand that you just arrived a few minutes ago.”

Friends? Who was this doctor referring to? Could it be Chris? Scarlett?

Maybe it was Tom– no it can’t be.

“Yes, but I don’t understand why she hasn’t woken up.” Mom.

You felt yourself go weak, no!

You realized that the darkness had returned, slowly devouring you and destroying the calmness that surrounded you.

No! Not now!

“I was able to prevent blood from spreading any further that might cause more damage to your daughter’s brain–”

You heard your father cut the doctor off, “But why hasn’t she waken up? Were you not successful?”

“There are some cases where it takes time for patients to wake up from a traumatic brain injury.”

“But? There’s always a but.”

“But I’m afraid that we won’t be able to assess how much damage was caused in your daughter’s brain until she wakes up.”

You wanted to scream– scream that you were okay, that everything was okay.

Screamed, but the voices became muffled again.

Then you slipped back into the darkness.

“She has a chance of memory loss, Robert. This is our baby we’re talking about and it feels like they’re not doing anything!”

You gasped, you were back. Your mother’s voice clear as ever.

This time– your surroundings have changed. It wasn’t your safe haven anymore.

It was the view from Scarlett’s apartment, you felt your emotions stir.

Memory loss? No, you were fine.

“They’re doing everything they can, we just have to be patient and here for Y/N.” You heard your father reassure your mother.

You wanted to cry.

Then you realized. James. Where was James?

Where was your baby? Was he okay? You didn’t know.

You began screaming, crying out– you were becoming frustrated. You wanted to be awake.

Panic. You were beginning to panic, the surroundings completely distorted– shifting into a horrific scene.

The memories of you in the car flipping, replaying right before your eyes.

And then– darkness.

The next time you returned, your surroundings didn’t indicate any familiar surroundings.

It was nothing.

Plain, white– nothing.

You were confused, but you tried your best to remain calm.

Then you heard voices again– this time it wasn’t your parents, but they were familiar.

You felt different. There was a bright light ahead and it was slowly pulling you in.

You debated– whether to run the other way but something about the bright light pulled you in.

And before you knew it– the voices became loud.

You were awake.

You didn’t think it was possible yet, but you were awake.

You cringed and squinted when the bright lights appeared at your line of sight– it was almost blinding.

You tried settling into the new surroundings despite feeling the ache in your muscles. You shifted your gaze away from the ceiling and they instantly fell onto your two figures who stood at the foot of your hospital bed.

Scarlett and Tom.

And the first thing you hear broke your heart instantly.

“…I want custody of my child.”

Your chapped lips parted and you croaked out, your voice weak– but enough for the two to snap their attention towards you.

“Like hell you will.”

Scarlett was quick, rushing towards your side and grabbing your hand with hers. “You’re awake– Oh my God, you’re awake. You’re finally awake.” she cried.

You gave her hand a weak squeeze, shifting your gaze away from Tom who stood still– too shock to move from his spot. You looked up at Scarlett, you still felt tired. “James– James, where’s James? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. He’s fine, sweetie,” she reassured, giving your hand a squeeze back. “Everything’s fine, you’re fine. I’ll get a nurse to fetch your doctor, you’re fine. Oh God, you’re fine.”

“Everything seems to be in order, Y/N.” your doctor– Dr. Patterson, whom you’ve gotten to know the past couple of hours of tests announced as he checked your pupil reactions with a flashlight for the last time. “You are one lucky girl.”

You gave him a weak smile before giving him a nod, “Thank you, for everything. So there’s nothing wrong?”

“Absolutely fine,” he reassured as he returned his tiny flashlight back into his coat pocket.

Your mother stepped up from watching at the side, looking back and forth from you to the doctor with a worried look. “Are you sure? Maybe we should have more tests."

"Mom.” you groaned.

You heard your father chuckle and watched as he placed both of his hands on your mother’s shoulders for some sort of comfort. “Janet, she’s fine. She’s perfectly fine.”

“Definitely.” your doctor chuckled as he stood up from his sitting position on the side of your bed, “We took her for a CT scan just to be sure and everything came back clean.”

“Thank you– Thank you so much, Dr. Patterson.” your mother cried, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

With a last nod, he gave you a smile before retreating from the room. You let out a tired sigh before sinking yourself back into the bed. “Mommy..” you heard your little boy whimper from the door and you turned your attention towards him– who was in the arms of your best friend, near to tears.

“My baby…” you croaked and opened your arms wide.

Your mother began protesting, “Maybe you should rest up some more–”

“Mom, please. I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine, I need my son and he needs me. Just please."

Your mother wouldn’t budge, staying quiet but she still had that stern look plastered on her face. "She’ll be fine, Janet. Chris go on, bring James over to Y/N, he needs his mother."

You smiled appreciatively towards your father and watched as Chris brought over James who looked close to crying.

And as soon as James settled in your arms, those tears came pouring out and your heart instantly ached for your little boy.

You sat up with your back against the headboard of the hospital bed, your little boy huddled against your side as he slept– his cheeks stained with tears. Despite the soothing words that left your mouth as he held onto you tightly, James still cried– rambling on about how you shouldn’t leave him.

It broke your heart.

You being on the hospital bed probably scared him, and since he hadn’t grown used to sleeping on his own– he obviously had trouble sleeping, searching for you. This accident had caused a toll on him, and you knew it.

It had been a couple hours since Dr. Patterson had last checked up on you or your mother making a fuss around the room– asking the nurse if she could get you a new pillow. it had been a few hours since you had pushed Scarlett to go home, even begged Chris to take her home for a couple of hours since your parents had told you she has refused to leave your side since she got here.

You promised, that you were okay.

You were.

You are feeling okay. Maybe despite the fact that your emotions were all over the place because of the first few words that you heard when you awoke.

It had been a couple of hours since you last saw him.

Since the two of you exchanged a few words when Scarlett left the room to talk to a nurse– she was reluctant of course, not wanting to leave you with Tom but you told her that it was okay.

It wasn’t okay.

"Y/N–”

You shook your head slowly, still feeling weak. “Don’t. Don’t bother.”

“I didn’t mean what I said–”

“Tom, stop.” you begged weakly, “Just please leave, I’m too tired." You heard him scoff– this caused you to turn your attention back on him. You raised an eyebrow. "Okay fine, what do you want to say? I heard you fine. You want custody over my– MY son! Over my dead body, Hiddleston. Over my dead fucking body.”

You watched as his grip on the rail of your hospital bed tightens, his jaw clenching. “He’s my son, too. I deserve the right to get to know him. He’s my son too! You hid him from me, you stole two years of his childhood from me. I deserve a chance, Y/N.” he seethed.

You stared at him– you didn’t know what you were feeling. Anger? Guilt?

The silence was deafening but before you could respond– Scarlett returns and that was the last time you saw him.

“He’s the father, isn’t he?” your father interrupts you from your thoughts– snapping your gaze over to him who is seated at a chair next to your bed.

You stuttered, “W–What?”

He chuckles with a shake of his head, smiling at you knowingly. “He resembles a particular little boy I’m so fond of, it’s not hard to miss.”

Sighing, you dropped your gaze down to the little boy who still had a tight grip on you despite being deep in slumber. “I don’t know what to do dad…” you whispered.

“You’ll do the right thing, kiddo. You always do."

"I’d recognize those eyes anywhere."

Tom snaps his attention to the woman who interrupted him from his thoughts, slightly startled. He would recognize your mother anywhere– you looked exactly like her. She gives him a tight smile before occupying the seat next to him in the waiting area of the hospital.

"You’re the father.” She spoke once more– Tom remaining silent, he didn’t know what to say. “It’s not very difficult to fit the pieces together, the moment I saw you– I knew, you are the father and based on my hunches, you had no idea about our little James. Trust me, my hunches are always correct.”

Still, Tom remained silent.

She sighed, looking up ahead at the busy nurses and doctors walking by and the anxious relatives pacing back and forth or fidgeting in their seats. “I’m sure you’ll do the right thing, dear. She may not have liked talking about you and she puts on a tough shell for everyone but you should do the right thing, she has always needed you– despite not wanting to admit that. I know my daughter and having James hidden has been tough for her. Forgive her for hiding this from you, it took awhile for me to welcome her back too but it’ll take time– time for the both of you to heal.”

She chuckles to herself before pushing herself up to stand from her seat. “Take care, young man. I’m sure you’ll do the right thing.”

“I–I”

“No, you don’t have to say anything. We’ll meet again and it’ll be in better circumstances.” She gives him a stern look which Tom replies with a nod. “Everything will be fine, you’ll see. It’s a hunch.”

He nods once more, mumbling softly. “And your hunches are always right.”

“Glad to know you were listening. This is good.” She chuckles before giving Tom another smile. “You’ll do the right thing.” She repeats once more before retreating back to your room.

Tom watched your mother depart before he runs his slender fingers through his locks, a sigh leaving his lips in frustration. What was the right thing?

He didn’t know.

But he didn’t have the energy to be in the hospital at the moment– not when he felt like you hated him.

He shouldn’t have let his emotions take over him, shouldn’t have exploded on you like that. You had just woken up from a coma, and the first thing she hears was about him wanting custody of her– their child.

And he didn’t mean it that way.

She completely misinterpreted everything.

No, he couldn’t blame her.

As he left the hospital, he replayed the conversation he had with you and your mother repeatedly in his mind whilst on the journey back to the hotel he was currently occupying for his stay in the country.

He was exhausted.

And having your mother’s words ringing in his head wasn’t helping.

He hadn’t had a proper sleep since he had found out from Chris that you were in the hospital– hadn’t had a proper sleep because his mind refused to stop repeating the worst case scenarios of your condition in his head.

But you were okay now. You are okay– he repeated in his head, but he had no doubt in his mind that he would be having a hard time sleeping still because of the conversations he had with you and your mother.

Tiredly, he made his way up to his hotel room but he was forgetting something.

Extremely exhausted, he didn’t bother with what was irking him at the back of his head. He didn’t care at the moment, he just wanted to sleep everything off.

And oh boy– he regretted that immediately as soon as he stepped inside the room that was supposed to give him comfort.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

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Him & Her pt.3 (Final) ~ Tom Hiddleston x reader

A/N: At last, our final part of the series!! Hope you guys like it as much as I loved writing this part.

Summary: Him, the man who fell too easily in love. Her, the girl whose heart no longer knew what it wanted. Your relationship with Tom blossoms beautifully and he can’t help but fall deeper in love with your every being. You, however, struggle with your feelings for him…and for your cheating ex-boyfriend.

Content: fluff, love confession for all you lovesick fans out there. This one’s for you.

Warning: none

Part 1 Part 2

Let my love be the light that guides you home

Her...

“My dear, please take a seat.”

You watched as Blake pulled out a chair for you - which you graciously accepted. The night before, you had called him saying that you needed to talk to him. Blake had suggested to meet up with you at a coffee shop near your office for breakfast and voila! here you were, sitting opposite him, unsure of how you were going to break the news.

Once Blake had placed your orders, he looked at you tentatively. “Y/N, you alright? You sounded quite unease on the phone last night.”

“I’m fine,” you responded, though you were not sure if it was said with as much conviction as you would have liked it to be.

You chewed on your bottom lip, an action that you involuntarily did when you were nervous. “Blake, I don’t know how to tell you but...”

“You’re no longer in love with me, aren’t you?” he interrupted, the slight hurt lurking in his voice. Your hesitance proved his guess. “Is it that man who came to your place yesterday? That Hiddleston guy? Is he the one that your heart belongs to?”

His voice contained no malice. No anger. It just sounded sad and accepting.. Just like Tom’s voice when he decided to let you slip through his fingers like water. You touched his hand that was resting on the table, still surprised at how he was able to pinpoint what you were going to say. Even after all these years, he still knew you better than you thought. “Yes, he is. I’m truly sorry, Blake. I’ve just come to realize that I love him and I didn’t think it was fair to keep it from you.”

Blake’s hand gripped yours. “It’s alright Y/N. Tom was there for you when I should have been and that’s the price that I’ve got to pay. I saw it yesterday actually, that Tom was in love with you and you with him. I could tell by the way you looked at each other, it was the same look that you used to reserve for me. I’ve been a jerk to you, Y/N and I know that. You deserve someone that’s better than me, and if that person is Tom, then I’m not going to stop you from going to him.”

He then took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “I’m not going to stop you because I know that he loves you too. You are in tune to him as much as he is to you. That connection that you two have is undeniable and the way he responded to me, as your boyfriend, just validates how much he loves you. You know, I actually told him to stay away from you yesterday. I was jealous, of course and I guess, that’s what jealousy does to you.. Some things don’t change, do they?” he asked sheepishly.

You laughed softly. “No, they certainly don’t.” You recalled how possessive Blake used to get with you when you were both still together. You knew that he just needed the assurance that you were there for him but oh, how the tables had turned.

You sipped from your cup before a thought occurred to you. That one question that you used to mull over and over again in your mind. Finally, you’ll be brave enough to ask it.

“Did you, you know, ever love her?”

You watched as the question threw Blake off-guard and he shakily sat his cup that he had been drinking from back down on the table. He gulped nervously and you instantly moved in to assure him that he didn’t have to tell you if he didn’t want to.

Instead, he waved it off and replied slowly. “I did love her.. Jess, that’s her name. At first, it was nothing more than just sex. No emotional connection like how I felt with you and....oh God, until now, I hate myself for having done this to you but I want to be point-blank, Y/N. You have the right to know.”

You gestured for him to continue.

“After we called things off, I saw her again. We went back to our routine and through time, our reckless flings turned into love and I fell for her. It must have been that day. Seeing you outside your office, and knowing who you had been to me must have broken her. She immediately called things off because she couldn’t stand being that ‘girl that had ruined everything’. She was convinced that I only ever wanted her for her body—which is not true at all—and nothing else and she asked me to go back to you to try to rekindle what we had and that was what I did. I tried to come back to you and be the man that you were meant to be with. Obviously I was too late for a better lad had swept you off your feet.”

More like whispered Shakespeare into the depths of my soul, you remembered fondly.

“You came back to me, because she asked you to? You must care for her deeply, don’t you? Did you ever tell her how you felt?”

“Never...” Blake replied, sighing to himself.

To your surprise, you weren’t upset that your ex - Blake - now loved the woman that he cheated on you with. He had put his feelings for her aside and come to you just because she asked him too. That means that he must really like her. You reckoned that if he could be open enough to accept that you were moving on then you could too.

“Tell her, Blake. Don’t give up this wonderful chance to be with someone who you would truly treasure and love unconditionally. Don’t let her go so easily.”

For the first time today, Blake smiled brightly and told you that he’ll do just that. You both continued drinking your coffee and talked. You were both lightened, the feeling of being able to completely accept the feeling of loving someone overwhelming them.

Just as you were about to leave for work, Blake called out to you.

“I’m sorry Y/N, for all the pain that I’ve caused you.”

With that apology, you turned to him and hugged him, telling him that you forgave him.

Finally, you were able to start anew.

Him...

“Tom, hey, your phone has been ringing for a while now.”

Immediately, his head snapped up, his inner battle dissipating and he turned to look at his publicist, Luke who was sitting right by him. At once, his ears picked up the familiar sound of his ringtone and he pulled the device from his pocket, already knowing who the caller would be.

He stared at the caller ID. Your name popped up on his screen.

You had called him several times throughout the day. He would have answered it, oh what he would do to hear your melodious voice in his ears again, but he couldn’t. He knew that he had drawn the line. You were back with that ass of a boyfriend and what was he to do? Eventually, he would go back to you no matter how hard it was for him.. just. Not today. Not when the wound was still sore. Hearing your voice now would be just as painful as rubbing salt on an open cut.

Sighing in frustration, he rejected her call, like he did for the past ones.

Ignoring Luke’s questioning look, he went back to his scripts. Memorizing lines for the scene (of his new upcoming movie) that they were supposed to cover today.

When the cameras started rolling, he realized that he had lost it. He had lost the spark that allowed him to excel in what he did best - acting. His mind zeroed back to you with every chance that he got. He remembered how you had been the one to encourage him to take this role and how you had loved the character as much as he did. As a professional actor, he was taught to musk his emotions, his own personal emotions should never interfere in his acting but this time he couldn’t help but feel as if he had left his own soul behind at your place when he had walked out the door. And he couldn’t claim it back.

The director was starting to get exasperated at Tom’s lack of conviction in delivering his lines and his frustration was beginning to be felt by everyone on set. His co-star then placed a hand on his shoulder, understanding that Tom was not having a good day and called for a short break.

Tom walked back into his trailer. His heart broken and his spirit dimmed. He clenched his hands into fist in discontent. What were you doing to him?

Forcing himself to remain professional in his career, he fished out his phone and went to his gallery. He thumbed through photos that you had both taken together and he felt a familiar smile drawn on his face as he reminisced on all the good time you both had spend together. He loved you, that was all he knew.

And if you were happy with another man that wasn’t him, how could he complain?

Taking a deep breath, he exited his trailer and moved to apologize to the director and to his co-star. As the cameras rolled this time, he tried to conjure up all the strength he had, forget his current state of mind and make things work.

Once the director yelled “CUT!” for the last time that day, he received yet another call. Willing himself to have courage, he picked up the phone. He hadn’t even checked the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey Tom, it’s Elizabeth. Are you free at the moment?”

He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t expecting another call. Forcing his best cheerful tone on, he replied.

“Hey Lizzie! I’m available. What’s up?”

When you love someone, you open up your heart

Her...

It has been 3 days since you had last seen or heard from Tom after the incident at your place. The last few days were torturous and time seemed to move ever so slowly. Minutes became hours and hours became days and still... No response from him.

You did get a call though. But not from the one that your heart wanted. Elizabeth Olsen had asked to have lunch with you. “To meet up,” she said, “It’s been forever!”

Out of all Tom’s fellow Avengers, you clicked with Lizzie the most so it was no surprise that she wanted to have lunch with you. So here you were at a restaurant that she had suggested, waiting for her.

Your hand instinctively moved to your phone every once in a while, checking to see if Tom had responded to the many messages that you had send him. Nothing.. No word from him at all.

“Y/N, hello dear! So sorry for keeping you waiting,” an out-of-breath Elizabeth came in and you stood up to greet her, a genuine smile grazing your lips.

Both of you chatted animatedly over lunch. Discussing each other’s latest projects. Before long, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Lizzie, I was just wondering, have you heard from Tom recently?”

Elizabeth looked up at you and gave you a knowing smile. “Actually, I came to talk to you about the same thing.”

“Oh,” you realized, as your face fell. “He talked to you about me? About what had happened?”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. We can talk about something else if you want.” Elizabeth said, noticing your change of attitude.

“No no.. Is he alright? I just..just want to know if he’s fine. You see, he has been ignoring my calls and messages.”

“And for his own reasons, Y/N.” Elizabeth sighed before continuing. “Tom, he has been hurt before. His past relationships haven’t been the best, I’m sure you know about this, and that’s probably why he kept what he feels for you from you. When it comes to love, Tom loves unconditionally and he wears his heart on his sleeve with the person that he loves. He strips himself bare and allows that person to see all of him. If I’m allowed an opinion, I would say that he acted so coldly to you because he was devastated by the fact that you were not his to love. These few days have been hard for him. Chris Hemsworth, Portia and I were in town because Chris and I were shooting a scene here and when we met him, he seemed...hollow. Like all the life had been taken out from him. It was a complete alter ego of the beaming, joyeux Tom that we all know. No matter what a brilliant actor he is, we saw through him like glass. And that’s when he told us about what had happened. He is blaming himself, you know, for not being happy with you being with another.”

You looked up at her, lost for words.

“Y/N, I’m not asking you to return his feelings but I just...”

“I love him.”

You blurted out, without thinking.

“Y-ou what?” Elizabeth turned to you, shocked. Her eyes were huge.

You smiled, happy to be able to say it out loud. “I love him too, Lizzie. I realized that when he left my apartment that day. It’s funny isn’t it? I never knew just how much he meant to me until I had to let him go.”

You let out a small chuckle I’ve been trying to contact Tom to tell him that I feel the same but he’s ignoring me and..well, I’m worried that he may have given up on us.”

Elizabeth squealed in delight as she beamed happily. “My God, Y/N! This is brilliant!”

She moved to grip your hands in hers and you could almost see her brain formulating a plan. “You leave this all up to me, Y/N. I’ll get that idiot to man up and talk to you.”

You stood in front of your wardrobe, contemplating what to wear.

Elizabeth had texted you, a few hours after your lunch together. All she said was that Portia and herself were having a girl’s night out and you were to join them. She was clear as daylight when she said that she was not taking no for an answer. And she asked you to dress your best, which honestly scared you shitless because hell, you were going out with 2 celebrities.

They were picking you up at 7:30 pm which gave you about 2 hours to get ready.

You browsed through your selections of outfit, lingering longer at the dress that Tom had gotten you for the Avenger’s get-together. Finally, your eyes settled on a nice navy blue chiffon dress with a modest side slit that you had bought yourself years back. It was still partially new as you hadn’t worn it much.

You paired the dress with a pair of black laced-up heels and you applied minimal makeup. You glanced at your reflection and smiled.

One night and you’ll tell Tom. You’ll break down his door if that meant that he’ll listen to you.

Just one more night...

Him...

He sat in the back of Chris’ car wondering where they were going.

All he knew was an hour ago, Chris - who was clad in a suit - had literally started pounding on his door and in his own words said “Get up, mate. We’re going out for a bro’s night.”

He recalled seeing the look on Chris’ face when he had thrown on a pair of jeans and a button-down top. His look was priceless and he told Tom to “at least put on a suit, you lazy ass.”

An hour later and Tom had literally forced himself to dress up in a sharp expensive black suit. When he came home earlier that night, all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball on the sofa, drink tea and eat cake but all that was out of the window, wasn’t it?

He watched the streets go by and the cars wheezing past. In his thoughts, he wondered what you were up to. Whether you were up watching reruns of FRIENDS and eating Chinese takeouts or whether you were laughing and in the arms of your boyfriend, Blake. Suddenly, he realized that the car had jolted to a stop. He turned to look quizzically at Chris. When Chris said that they were going out for dinner, he certainly didn’t imagine it to be in a garden or a park of some sort.

Chris then pointed at the pathway, brightly lit with lights that led into the garden. “Tom, brother, why don’t you find yourself in as I drop of the car. The restaurant’s further down.”

Confused, Tom stepped out of the car and walked towards the direction that Chris pointed him to.

“Wow,” he admitted, awestruck as he stared at the beautiful trees that surrounded him from side to side. He didn’t get too far when he noticed that there were strings tied from one tree to another. Hanging from them were Polaroid photographs held by wooden pegs. He removed one and glanced at it. It was a photograph of both him and you.

He touched the picture tentatively. Hoping for an explanation, he glanced behind to see if Chris was behind him but he found the path empty. He looked at the picture once again. He remembered at day, you were both at his place and you had put on one of his sweaters because you had claimed that you looked better in it than him. Tom had of course retaliated (no matter how much he agreed with you) and to settle arguments, Tom had taken a picture of both of you in his sweaters and had sent it to the Avengers to ask them to vote for the best dresser. You got the unanimous vote.

At the back of the picture were the words, “Continue down the path.”

As his curiosity got the best of him, Tom walked on, keeping the photograph in his pocket. The Polaroids continued down the path and his smile increased every time he found another. Some of them were solo pictures of you and each time, he admired your beauty even more.

“What was Chris doing?” he wondered.

His confusion only grew when he found himself at a clearing overlooking a small lake. A table together with 2 chairs were placed on the platform and the surrounding was lit with plentiful fairy lights. It was in every nature, romantic.

However, his breath got caught when he saw you walked from a pathway that was in the opposite direction as his. You were dressed elegantly in a dress that fit your form well and it made you look like—for lack of a better word, a goddess.

You hadn’t spotted him and he couldn’t bring himself to call out to you. He watched as you stopped to admire the beautiful sight in front of you. Taking hesitant steps, you moved to the table and you picked up a piece of paper that was on it.

Tom cleared his throat before revealing himself to you. He moved to stand where you were and your eyes immediately met his as if you had sensed his presence. Asking for your permission silently, he took the paper from your hands. On it was a phrase which he knew all too well. Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice.

“One half of me is yours, the other half yours...” he read aloud.

“...Mine only, I would say; but if mine then yours.”

His eyes met yours. Listening to you finish the words. Just like he did the first time he met you. Struggling with words, he then flipped the card around. It was a picture of both of you dancing at the Avengers party. You were both lost in each other’s eyes, dancing in sync to the music. Neither of you had noticed your picture being taken.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, staring at the picture.

“Not as beautiful as you are,” Tom replied, the words rushing out of his mouth before he could even stop it.

A slight blush colored your cheeks. “Um..did Chris set you up for this?”

“Yes, did the girls do the same?”

You chuckled. “Of course they did. How they planned this behind our backs is a mystery!”

He laughed with you and then suddenly, it became quiet. Both of you contemplating what to say next. “Tom,” your voice serious. “You’ve been ignoring me for the past few days now. Do you know how much that hurt?”

Tom composed himself before he started “Y/N, trust me, love, I really wanted to call you and talk to you. God, I’ve missed you so much and believe me when I say that staying away from you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I couldn’t Y/N, you were with Blake. You were in love with him and if I had called you, I would have begged you to love me instead. I was just lost and.. I’ve made mistakes but this feeling that I have for you, this aching in me that wants to be with you and protect you every step of the way, that, is not a mistake. Loving you is not a mistake. Never was and never will be. You have taught me time and time again to love and to be loved and for that I thank you. And if you let me, I would still be by your side, as your friend.”

“No, you’re not my friend.”

He blinked, the tears starting to burn his eyes. He couldn’t cry in front of you. Not now. With shaky hands, he turned away from you and walked away leaving you once more.

Your voice interrupted him once again. “You’re not my friend. You mean more than that to me.”

He paused in his step when he heard you walk towards him and soon, arms were wrapped around his torso. Your arms. You pressed yourself into his back and he felt your body shake with tears. “Don’t leave,” you cried. “Please don’t leave me again.”

His heart palpitated. Slowly, he turned in your grip, seeing tears falling down your face.

“Shhh...” he whispered as his hands moved to caress your face and wipe away your tears. “I don’t want to see you cry again, didn’t I tell you this before?” he whispered softly as he pulled you to his chest. His own tears rebelliously sliding down his cheeks.

“Damn you, Tom.. Damn you for walking out of that door like that. How could you pull away from my life like that without even asking me how I felt? How could you have made a decision like that on your own? How could you leave me?”

“I was an idiot, darling,” he whispered into your hair. “I know that now.”

“I love you, Thomas...”

His body went stiff, did he hear you right? He pulled away slightly. “W-w-what did you say?”

A bright smile came to your lips as you told him. You poured out all the love that you kept in store for him.

“I love you, Thomas William Hiddleston. I love you, I love you, I love you... This is all that I can say. I love you with every fiber of my being. My whole self is infatuated with you and I love you...”

Before you could even finish talking, his lips were upon yours. Kissing you with such fervor and passion to which you returned with your own fire and hunger. He kissed you as if you’ll disappear before him any second. He kissed you as if it was your last, although it was your first. Pulling away from you, he glanced into your eyes and saw only pure happiness.

“Tom...” your voice airy and filled with love. “I meant it, every word.”

“Good, because I am not letting you leave, not ever... Y/N Y/L/N, I love you so..”

He then kissed you in between words. “You have bewitched me body and soul and I love… I love… I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

You pulled away, laughing. “Pride and Prejudice, how romantic.”

“Anything for you, my darling.”

~~~THE END~~~

Extra

“Gracious mate! Can we eat now or do we still have to see you make out with your girlfriend?” Chris hollered from the back of a tree.

“Oh shut up, Chris!” Tom laughed as he sneaked a small peck on your lips, as if he couldn’t hold himself back.

“You’re mine.. All mine, my love,” he whispered softly to you.

Woohoooo!!! End of the Him & Her series.

In this part, I wanted to share some light on the relationship between Y/N and Blake. I really wanted there to be a good ending to their relationship as they start to pursue their next chapter in life with different people.

Well, I hope you liked it... My love goes out to all of you. Thank you all for your support!

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Boss- CEO!Tom Hiddleston x Assistant!Reader

Shout-out to @elusive-beauty for her amazing support and in helping me to gain the courage to post this. She’s the real MVP.

Prompt: You’re in love with your co-worker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting his job today. He tells you that he loves you.

A/N: Hi. This is my first public work and I’m honestly extremely nervous about it. For personal reasons, I tweaked the prompt a little bit because with the way I wanted to go with everything, I didn’t want to include kids in it, even if they were fictional. I hope everyone likes it!

Warning: Anguish? Slight fluff

*not my gifs*

“I can’t believe you’re leaving.” I repeat for what seems like the millionth time this month. He was leaving. My boss was leaving the company for a better paying, higher position in a state across the country. He and his wife are moving tomorrow. Their house has been put on the market with all of their stuff has been slowly being shipped to their new house all month long.

He smiles at me, for the millionth time this month like he does every time I express my disbelief. My knees threaten to buckle every time. His dimples, the sparkle in his eyes, the slight chuckle that comes out… everything about him has floored me from the second I laid my eyes on him, three years ago. I was coming in for an interview for an assistant position. I was just out of college, looking for my first “grown-up” job. It wasn’t the best paying job, but I was desperate, and it was full-time with benefits. The second I walked into his office, I wanted to both melt and run for the hills. He was gorgeous: short, wavy hair, clean shaven, tailored suit, and extremely friendly smile. I fell in love in an instant. And shockingly, he gave me the job on the spot. I almost turned it down because of how I was feeling, but I found myself accepting. Here we are three years later and I’m still hopelessly in love with him. And all he sees me as is his assistant.

“You know,” he spoke in his baritone voice with his British accent that I wish I could listen to forever, “by my leaving, someone is going to have to fill my position.”

I groaned at the thought. “Don’t remind me. It’s probably going to be some stuck-up jerkwad who will fire me and everyone here the second they can.” The thought of coming to work every day and not seeing his face depressed the crap out of me. He always had the biggest smile first thing in the morning, which annoyed me at first, but learned to love it as time went on. It woke me up every morning. It sounds completely cheesy, but true. It worked better than any amount of caffeine. For three years, he was the sun to my morning. To be hopelessly in love with my boss and know nothing would ever happen between us had to be the definition of insanity. Now my reason for coming to work every day is leaving. Hopefully my foolishness will cease once he’s gone…

“Did you know they asked me for suggestions on who should take my place?” He raised his perfect eyebrows at me. I shook my head, unaware. “Only one name came to mind. Perfect candidate: Hard-working, devoted to the company, great attitude, has the best recipe for tater-tot hotdish I’ve ever had…” He trailed off, leaning in my direction.

“What? Me?” Flabbergasted, I turned to him. He recommended me? He thinks I would be the “perfect candidate” for his job? Is he out of his mind? “Are you out of your mind?” I spoke freely. “No one, not even I, could run this company as well as you can.”

“Are you kidding? You’re the only person who knows the ins and outs of this company. Who better than someone who already knows? Why would they hire someone new and have to start over?” He seemed convinced already. His confidence in me shocked me. I never would have expected this. I was perfectly happy with being his assistant as long as I was his assistant. A promotion never crossed my mind. Even if it did, I didn’t want it this way. Although, he did have a point from a business standpoint. Why hire someone who knows nothing about the business when they could just promote someone who does?

“You really think I could do it?” I replied, all of a sudden my natural shyness came out like it always did around him. If he ever compliments me, I instantly revert back to my invisible shell, like a scared turtle.

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” He resumed placing his belongings in the box that sat on his desk. Oh, the late nights we had used to share at that desk going over submission after submission until we found the right one. The endless amounts of Italian and Chinese food we consumed while working late nights together. The countless laughs we shared over the most ridiculous storylines and atrocious grammar mistakes. He was such an easy guy to get along with. Everyone in the department loved him, idolized him, and never feared him. It’s no wonder I fell in love with him.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re cute when you’re shy?” His compliment almost knocked me over. He’s given me praise on my work many times, thanking me for always staying late with him and dealing with his indecisiveness. But not once has he ever commented on my appearance. Hearing something like that from him was always something I dreamed of. I couldn’t help it, but I never imagined he thought so. I returned back to the cabinet behind me, resuming packing his things. I picked up a picture frame from one of the shelves. A wedding photo. It was the most romantic pictures I’d ever seen. It was taken underneath his new wife’s veil, showing both of their profiles as their foreheads rested against each other. Each was glowing from the days events. It was a photo I never looked at. But this time, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his wife. She’s the definition of perfect. Honey blonde hair full of shine and styled to perfection, straight white teeth, flawless tanned skin, and the body of a model. When I first saw a picture of her, I hoped she would have an awful personality. When I met her for the first time, I wanted to hate her. I couldn’t. She’s sweet, kind, and just overall a great person. As much as I didn’t want to, I expected nothing less from his selection of a wife. They’re high school sweethearts, married their sophomore year of college, and graduated together. He got a job here right out of college and made his way up from there. She’s also a big deal at her job. They’re the perfect pair; they’re the total power couple. Something I had only dreamed I could have with him…

“That’s one reason I took this new job.” He mumbled so quietly, I didn’t think he meant to say it out loud. My back was to him but I could see his reflection in the mirrored cabinet. He was bracing himself over the box, his expression filled with conflict like he’s having an internal, mental battle.

“What do you mean?” My curiosity was piqued. He took a new job to get away from me? If that’s so, why didn’t he just fire me? Why move across the country and away from everything he’s ever known? His parents are here, his siblings are here, his whole life is here… And I was driving him away?

I studied him in the reflection. I could feel the stinging of tears behind my eyes at the thought of me being the reason he was leaving when he was my reason for coming to work. From the conflict that was still in his eyes, he was debating on telling me the truth. I faced him. “You’re leaving because of me?”

He sighed, looking anywhere but at me. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“How complicated can it be? If you don’t want me around anymore, fire me! Don’t move across the country!” It was in this moment that I was glad everyone else had left for the weekend already. No one needs to hear us if we’re going to argue. “Are you crazy?” slipped out before I could catch it.

“Yes, I am crazy- Crazy about you.”

Did I hear that correctly? He’s crazy about me? His sudden declaration caused so many questions. When? How long? Why didn’t he say anything? Why is he telling me this now?

“For years, I tried to ignore it. I tried to just think of you as my employee. But then we’d work late, and you would show me a different side of yourself that you don’t show at work,” a smile appeared on his face as he reminisced, “You’d be so care-free, relaxed even when we were still technically working. Just the two of us.” He still hasn’t looked me in the eye since his confession like he’s scared to see my reaction. “That’s why I would go on numerous vacations. I tried to get some space away from you, to focus on my marriage. And everything would be fine… until I would see your smile again and I would be sucked right back in.”

“Again, why didn’t you just fire me? Things could have been a lot easier.” I argued his logic. He wouldn’t have had to leave all I would have been able to move on.

“I couldn’t do that.” He hung his head, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

“Why not?” I pushed, turning back to him. I needed answers and he wasn’t giving them to me.

“Because I couldn’t let you go!” He snapped finally meeting my eyes. This time instead of conflict in his eyes, it was pure anguish. “No matter how many times I would tell myself that I should, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

I had no more words. We were always open and honest with each other about what bothered us. We could tell each other anything. Turns out we both kept a pretty big secret from the other.

“Keeping you here brought me less pain than letting you go would have, because I would rather see you every day knowing I could never have you than never see you again.” He finished looking defeated but relieved he didn’t have to keep this secret anymore. His relief didn’t clear anything up for me though.

“Did you, for one second, think about how that would make me feel in the long run?” I didn’t realize how upset I was until the words flew out. “I had to see you every day knowing I would be just your assistant, when all this time, you’ve been keeping me here for your own selfish reasons when I could have tried to move on with my life, from you! Haven’t you heard of the saying ‘If you love someone, set them free’?”

“But if you truly love someone, you should never let them go. No matter what. I couldn’t.” He argued.

“And yet, you’re the one choosing to leave! How does that make things any different?” I argued back. Keeping me here just to leave seems rather pointless.

“I saw an opportunity for both of us to get what we needed: you get a much deserved promotion and I get to get back to my life. We both win here.” He made it sound like this solves all of our problems, but we’re far from it.

“How does that make anything better?” I countered, “We still don’t get what we really want. That doesn’t sound like ‘winning’ to me.” Neither of us get what we want in the end. How does he consider that “winning?”

“I didn’t say we’d get what we wanted. We get what we need.” His tone was very finite, but felt scripted, like he’s practiced this conversation before knowing it would go this way.

I leaned back against the cabinet, shaking my head in disbelief of this whole situation. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him anymore without feeling my heart break.

Silence filled the room as we took everything in that was said. I heard his soft footsteps approach me. His fingers at my wrist caused my heart to drop into my stomach. His touch slid down to intertwine mine with his, leaving goosebumps in its wake spreading all the way up my arm. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as well as his shaky breath. I felt his eyes burning holes into the side of my face, but I refused to look at him for fear I might do something we both will regret. I watched as he gently rubbed circles around the back of my hand churning my insides with his thumb, almost making me forget everything around us. “You’ve been my assistant for far longer than you should have.” His voice was now a whisper. “You deserve this promotion, even if I won’t be around to see you thrive. But I need to get back to what my life was like before I met you.”

Now I really have no words. He’s not giving any choice in the matter. He made a decision that affects both of us without consulting me. So, why should I have anything to say about it now?

I removed my hand from his, already missing the sensation it gave me and returned to the task at hand. I finished packing up his desk while he continued where I left off on his cabinet. The silence resumed. The only sounds heard were the items being placed into the boxes. I know I should have left, instead of kept helping. But I couldn’t leave, not like that. I didn’t want -whatever this is- to end that way or for things to be worse than they already are…

After finishing emptying out his entire desk, I stacked the box on top of the full boxes by the door. “Okay,” I broke the deafening silence, “I’m done. Have a nice life.” I made known how I was feeling. He sighed at my snark. I took that as my leave to go.

“Wait,” He spoke before I could take a step out the door. Being the weakling I am and slightly out of habit, I stopped, but I refused to turn around. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me close to a breakdown. “Before you leave, you have to know something.” He paused, waiting to see if I would say anything. I stayed silent, holding my ground. “You were never just my assistant.”

His words… throwing mine back at me, trying to contradict them. I foolishly looked back at him, unable to keep the tears from forming. His mirrored mine. With that, I walked out of there.

From that moment on, I spent every waking hour of the days, weeks, months, and even years doing my very best to live my life to the fullest; to never have regrets about where I am today. My promotion turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I loved coming to work every day. The people in my department were just as cordial with me as they were with him. I even got my own assistant. He has been a lifesaver on most days. I see him more as a friend than I do my assistant. We work a lot of late nights and order a lot of takeout. A lot of laughs and serious talks, but mostly laughs. He brought him up once. I gave him the basics and we never spoke about him again. All of this happened on good days…

On bad days, as much as I want to admit they don’t happen, they’re bad. I “work” from home on those days. I can’t stand to be in that office, where everything happened, where everything was left. All of the memories of our late nights and our pigging out on takeout, all of the laughs and serious talks we had… it all came flooding back; attacking my emotions and feelings all at once. I miss his smile; perfectly straight and proportionate white teeth; perfect pink lips that framed those teeth; the deep dimples I wanted to run my fingers over; the half inch scar on his forehead from running into a door in college; his beautiful blue eyes that would become slits when he would laugh or smile really big… I miss everything about him. I cry all day as new things I miss come to mind until I eventually cry myself to sleep always going back over that last day: what I should have said or done differently so that I wouldn’t be in this position right now; remembering the way he looked at me with so much pain in his eyes, it hurt my heart; thinking back to his last words, the way he emphasized “just” like it was supposed to magically make everything that happened, everything he had said and done, better. I always find myself wishing I had one more chance to say what I really wanted t say to him, but I knew better. I would never get that chance. No matter how hard or how many times I made that wish, it was never going to come true.

And that’s the worst of it all.

Part Two

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