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thorne93 · 5 years

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Whirlwind Romance (Part 3)

Prompt: You’re getting married to Chris Evans… Everything in your life is perfect… Except when you break the news to your two best friends: Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 1847

Warnings: language, anger, angst, adult themes??

Notes: This is for @carryonmyswansong challenge (Double Season, Multifaceted, 500 Follower Celebration, Writing Challenge!): Prompt – You’re marrying the wrong person! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes bcuz shes amazing and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo@carryonmyswansong for letting me brainstorm with them. Got this idea from @formyfandoms… Fic image made by the super bomb @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

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The wedding still hadn’t moved any closer to any planning. No colors were chosen, no location set, no dresses looked at. Part of the lack of planning was you were just too busy. The other part was Chris finding the time and needing to be home, or you at his home. But so far, that hadn’t come.

Which meant you weren’t sure if you should announce an engagement party or not, if you didn’t know any details about the wedding. People would be asking you and talking about it, wondering about it, and you’d have no answer. However, Chris really wanted his family to come around soon to celebrate the engagement and possibly talk about the wedding, so he was pushing for a party.

So now, you were trying to find a time that fit both schedules, soon, to throw an engagement party.

Filming for your new movie was next week, and your co-star was Tom. The two of you decided to run lines at your house one night, which ended up being a lot less about work and a lot more about drinking wine, thanks to his considerate gift.

Tom arrived at your doorstep, wine and flowers in hand -- they just happened to be your favorite. He was donning one of your favorite colors on him. A teal sweater with black jeans, an ensemble that you always thought looked rather good on him.

“Oh, wow, what is all this for?” you wondered as you took the things from him and stepped aside to let him in.

“Last I checked you had a movie that just hit theaters,” he reminded and you quickly smiled.

“Oh! Right, yes. Thank you so much. God these smell so good,” you noted, closing your eyes to take in the fragrance. “And my favorite wine! Care for some?” you offered and he bowed and gestured to your kitchen.

“I’d love some.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little… funny. Tom had gotten you these flowers, a small, but thoughtful gift. Chris hadn’t even mentioned it once. He had barely even said anything about it, let alone think of getting you a gift for it. Come to think of it… Chris had never gotten you a gift for any of your career achievements, and Tom usually celebrated with a dinner, a bottle of wine, flowers, a new book…

Chris was perfect in a lot of ways, in fact, he was almost too perfect. But it would be nice if maybe he gave up some of his other great habits for acknowledging your success.

“Oh, before we get started, I have some news,” you began, nervous to tell him for some reason. Announcing it still felt… rather strange.

“Oh? I’m all ears,” Tom stated with that dazzling smile as he put his hands on the kitchen island and leaned forward slightly.

You held up your hand, showcasing the massive diamond. “Chris and I are engaged.”

Tom’s eyebrow quirked up. “Engaged? You’re getting married?” he asked, his voice soft, his eyes glistening. “That’s… amazing. Truly. I’m happy for you. I suppose congratulations are in order. I wish I had brought champagne now, instead of wine.”

You peered at him, cocking your head to the side. “Are you okay?” you questioned, stepping around the island to stand in front of him.

“Yes, of course, darling, why wouldn’t I be? I’m just happy for you. These are happy tears,” he promised before taking you in an embrace.

“Well, thank you,” you said, hoping all was well with your best friend. After a moment, the hug ended.

“You don’t sound too thrilled. Neither did Seb,” you noted. Why would Seb and Tom both seem sad by this? Shouldn’t they have been thrilled for you? Your eyes widened as you realized why they both seemed bummed about this news. “Oh, I get it.”

“You do?” Tom inquired, frowning.

“Yeah, you and Seb are worried that when Chris and I tie the knot I’ll forget about you two, or be around less, or we won’t be the three musketeers anymore,” you noted.

Tom nodded his head side to side. “I didn’t think I was so transparent,” he said with a low laugh.

You shrugged. “You usually aren’t, but I can always tell when somethings up. But I promise nothing will come between us. Married or not, I’m still your go to girl,” you swore with a huge grin. You raised your glass. “To weddings and other milestones,” you toasted.

“Here, here,” he said before clinking glasses with you.

Shortly after, you broke apart and got some more wine. As soon as the two of you got your glasses, you grabbed your scripts and began running lines. All was well and good for the first two hours but then you started to feel less like working and more like reminiscing.

Just as you got done reading one of the lines, you laid your script down and looked over at Tom. “You know what this reminds me of?” you asked, prompting his eyes to flash up to yours.

“Hmm?”

“That time at RADA. Remember? We put on Much Ado About Nothing?”

“Yes, of course,” he responded with a slight smile.

“Doesn’t Don John remind you of the character Eric in this story?” you asked, making him think and then start laughing.

“Oh my god, it does,” he agreed, still giggling. “And the night that Will almost set the stage on fire during rehearsal!” he recalled, pointing at you hoping you remembered.

“Yes! Oh my god. That was so scary, and funny. He came to rehearsal drunk, didn’t he?” you asked, trying to remember why Will, a fellow student, was stumbling around.

“Yeah, we had a late rehearsal, and he’d been drinking all day, and he fell into the candelabra, lighting the stage curtain on fire.”

You shook your head. “Oh my god, what a crazy night. Then we had to rehearse out in the back alley because Simon didn’t want us to miss a beat.”

“He was one of the toughest directors I’ve ever worked with,” Tom remarked, seemingly impressed.

“I’ll say. He had me learn that play forwards and backwards.”

“Well you were the star, darling,” he gently reminded.

“True.”

“‘I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?’” Tom quoted quietly, almost as if to himself.

You tried to access your memory to follow up the quote, and by some stroke of a miracle, you did. “‘As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.’”

Tom smiled appreciatively at you. “I’m so thrilled you remember all that. Most people forget it as soon as they leave.”

You shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for some Shakespeare,” you casually said with a shrug. The fact of the matter however, was that it was something you loved that you and Tom could basically speak in Shakespeare. Almost a secret language in a way, between you two.

Your phone began buzzing on the coffee table so you ran to pick it up, only to see that it was Chris.

“Hey, it’s Chris,” you informed to Tom before stepping out of your open living room - kitchen floor plan. “Hey!” you greeted happily, excited to hear his voice for the first time in a couple days.

“Hey,” he greeted back equally excited. “So how’s the location hunt been going?”

“Well I wanted to talk to you about that,” you started. “Would you want a garden wedding or...?”

“Why? Do you not? It was your idea.”

“Yeah, but I was just throwing something out other than the beach since you didn’t seem to be thrilled with that idea.”

“Babe, I don’t care where we get married, really. At this point, I just want it to happen. We’ve got a little over six months to throw this thing together.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Okay, I’ll pick three places and you choose the one you like, sound good?” you offered.

“Sounds perfect.”

“How’s New York? Seen Seb at all?”

“You know, I’m your fiance, you should be only asking about me,” he joked, you could hear the smile in his voice, making one of your own pop up.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. How is it?”

“Exhausting. I mean, if I fuck up a line while filming we can do it again, but here, you have to be on your fucking toes.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, welcome to Tom’s and my world. It’s not so easy,” you said with a playful sneer.

“I have a whole new respect for this theater thing,” he said thoughtfully.

“Well good, it deserves it.”

“I should be home in a few days, by the way.”

“Oh? Don’t you have to put on the play?”

“Nah, they want us to take a break so we don’t get burned out, and come back fresh,” he informed.

“Wow, what a great break. We can get some wedding planning done and you can help me with the guest list for the engagement party,” you excitedly mentioned.

“Happy to. Just point me where to go.”

“That, I can do,” you said with a chuckle.

“Oh, shit, we’re starting back up. I gotta run. Don’t forget, three places. Send ‘em to me,” he firmly ordered.

“Aye, aye, Cap’n…”

“Love you.”

“You too. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

The phone call ended and you went back in the kitchen where Tom was still fluffing the bright bouquet on our kitchen island. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Tom to know where everything was at in your house or make himself at home. In fact, you practically insisted on it since you were such a shitty hostess.

“Tom, those look amazing,” you gushed. “Thank you so much.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. So, how is the fiance?” he asked sweetly.

“He’s already giving up on some of the wedding decisions,” you informed with a light laugh.

Tom’s frown made you feel like you should elaborate so you did. You waved your statement off with your hand before adding, “I mean, he just wants to get married, he doesn’t care where. So he’s leaving it up to me, so I guess I have homework to do.”

“Oh? Mind if I help?” he offered.

“No! Please! By all means! We have fifty states to check the best wedding venue and I have to pick the top three.”

“Sounds like quite the challenge. I think you’ll need an extra pair of hands.”

“I really do,” you said with a grin.

“I shall help you as soon as I get dinner finished.”

“Dinner? You’re making dinner?”

“I may have bought everything for spaghetti bolognese,” he informed with a mischievous playful expression.

Your mouth dropped as you gasped excitedly. “Oh my god! My favorite! Man you’re really spoiling me tonight! Okay, yes, you get that done and I’ll start the hunt.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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