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London Calling - Chapter 7

Saint Patrick’s

Songs Used in this chapter:

Nancy Mulligan - Ed Sheeran

Irish celebration - Macklemore

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

A Certain Romance - Arctic Monkeys

These Days - Take That

Cameos in this chapter:

Anthony Mackie:

Tom Hiddleston

On Saturday morning Celine woke up in a very good mood. She was going to see Chelsea with her friends and she had a weekend without extra job. She couldn’t complain. Matilde had planned to go to the stadium with Max, Leah and Janice and she was going to pick them up in her mum’s BMW. She was the only one in the group to have access to a car so she was the official chauffeur. Not that the stadium was very far away. They had gone walking numerous times before. The Arctic Monkeys were playing in a very loud volume. She absolutely adored that band to the point that she was dramatically singing the lyrics of A Certain Romance in front of the mirror. ‘’…Don’t you know, oh it’s a funny thing you know, we’ll tell ‘em if you like, we’ll tell em all tonight, they’ll never listen, because they’re minds are made up and of course is all okay to carry on that way…’’ She looked at herself in the mirror again. She knew she wasn’t the prettiest girl in town but she was a bit above average. She had been told many times that she was ‘pretty’ or ‘pleasant’ but only once that she had been told that she was ‘beautiful’. and it was her parents who had told her that. According to Matilde, there was another one who found her attractive and he was no less than a film star. Well, that had been unexpected but no less flattering. With a finger she curled a loose strand of her brown hair while she kept singing alongside Alex Tuner. ‘’… and over there, there’s broken bones, there’s only music, so that there’s new ringtones, and it don’t take no Sherlock Holmes, to see it’s a little different around here…’’ Only when the song ended she heard the knocks on her door. ‘’What the hell were you doing?’’ Matilde asked when Celine opened. ‘’Singing. Are we leaving?’’ ‘’Yes, the others are waiting for you to finish your concert’’. Celine followed Matilde to the car. Max, Leah and Janice were already installed in the backseat, talking about the Saint Patrick’s Day party they were going to go later. They were almost tempting Celine to go. ‘’I had a good week’’ Janice started telling. ‘’I had a date with a really cute guy. Maybe I see him again during the week. It depends whether or not I meet someone better at the party tonight’’ No one really cared about that but all of them faked interest. Celine was thinking that probably Janice won’t meet anyone interesting that night. It was a Saint Patrick’s Day party in a pub, probably every one there was going to be with a Leprechaun costume. ‘’Talking about cute guys…’’ started Matilde. ‘’I know of someone who’s met someone really cute this week. She didn’t get a date because she’s an idiot and the guy was interested. And you’ll want to die when you know who the special person is’’. she threw a meaningful glance to Celine who was regretting not coming to the stadium by foot. ‘’If you’re talking about Celine I need to know all about this’’ Leah commented. ‘’Of course it’s about Celine’’ Matilde was talking as if she weren’t there. ‘’First of all, have you seen Captain America: Civil War?’’ All of them answered with a ‘Yeah’. Celine was mumbling the song that was on the radio. A cheesy Take That song that in this moment sounded like a masterpiece. ‘’Well’’ Matilde continued. ‘’Remember The Winter Soldier?’’ all off them answered with a ‘Yeah’ again. The Take That song sounded better with every second. ‘’Well, Celine met the actor who plays him, Sebastian Stan’’. ‘’What on earth?!’’ shouted Leah. ‘’He’s hot stuff’’ commented Janice. Celine was glad she wasn’t able too see her face. ‘’Wait a second’’ said Max. ‘’Matilde, you told us that this guy was interested in Celine. That means that Sebastian Stan, international film star, was into Celine?’’ Celine herself wanted to push Max out of the car at that moment. ‘’Bingo’’ said Matilde with a triumphant smile. ‘’She’s delusional’’ mumbled Celine. But no one was listening to her. ‘’Celine are you out of your mind?’’ asked Janice who couldn’t believe how she could have no interest in someone like Sebastian Stan. ‘’He was interested! If you don’t want him for yourself give him to me’’. Celine felt sort of pity for Sebastian at that moment. Janice was talking about him as if he was an object and nothing more. She was sure that he was more than a pretty face and a nice body. ‘’It was a five minute conversation and the rest is Matilde’s imagination’’ Celine tried to convince her. ‘’And I had no idea that the guy was famous’’ But no one seemed to care. ‘’Celine, do you realise that could be stroking that abs right now?’’ Janice asked without a glimpse of shame. Celine was thinking if it’d hurt so much to jump from a moving car. ‘’Stroking his abs?’’ Leah snapped. ‘’ I’d go right to the point and I’ll suck his…’’ ‘’Leah!’’ Max and Celine shouted, both of them scandalized. Celine just wanted to get to the stadium once and for all so when she saw the multitude of people, all of them dressed in blue walking towards it, she didn’t wait for Matilde to park and got off the car. She was so relieved that she even hugged the team’s mascot when it handed her a flag. Luckily, when they were in the queue to go in they had all dropped the Sebastian Stan topic. ‘’ Hi Celine!’’ the guy who checked the tickets greeted her. ‘’Oh, hey Hans’’ they knew Hans from the several times they’ve been to the stadium. She handed him the tickets without much care. Hans took all the time in the world to check her tickets. ‘’Celine, I was wondering…’’ ‘Oh, no, here we go again’ she thought. ‘’…do you have anything to do tomorrow? There’s this nice event at The Pig’s ear…’’ ‘’I’m sorry’’ Celine cut him off, trying to look sad. ‘’But I have a lot of work.’’ she lied. ‘’Maybe next time’’. She smiled politely at him and almost snatched the tickets from his hands. ‘’How many times have you rejected him?’’ asked Matilde who was walking behind her. ‘’I’ve lost count’’ Celine was more concentrated in finding her seats while glazing at the pitch. The players were already there, warming up. ‘’And why do you that? What I’m asking… If you’re not interested in Sebby Stan of course you won’t be interested in Hans’’. ‘’There’s zero chemistry, that’s why’’ she had finally found her seat and kept his sight stuck on the pitch. At the same time she was thinking that there had been more chemistry in the five minute conversation with Sebastian than in all the recurring times she had seen Hans in the stadium. ‘’I wonder why a person has to have to impress you, Celine’’ ‘’Just chemistry. Or just be Alex Turner.’’ Celine had a little smile. ‘’There’s a man I’d take my clothes off for. Which I almost did’’ ‘’What?’’ Matilde was seriously intrigued with this. ‘’I saw the Arctic Monkeys live while in Cambridge in 2013 and I almost threw my bra at Alex when they were performing Do I Wanna Know. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I saved my dignity in the last minute but my friend Amy couldn’t resist it and she threw it. It was the best thing ever when her bra landed on Alex’s head.’’ Matilde was still amazed the her composed and correct friend had considered throwing her bra to some rock singer. ‘’You may fancy Alex but Sebastian is hotter’’. Celine was thinking. She had to agree with Matilde in this one. ‘’Believe it or not I’m with you in this one. I’ve seen Sebastian in person and I can testify that he’s way more handsome. But Alex Turner is a bloody rockstar’’.

Later on the evening Celine had no other option that get ready to go the bloody Saint Patrick’s day party. She had promised to Matilde that if Chelsea won she was going to go. And Chelsea had won. Apart from that, a part of herself wanted to go. She used to go to small parties like these in her Cambridge days in which she had had really good times. And they were going to a friendly pub not to one of these weird nightclubs where people just went there to get high. The night was bitterly cold so under no circumstances she was going to wear a dress. She stuck to simple jeans, a green sweater with a green trench coat. After finishing she went to pick up Matilde. ‘’Are you going like that?’’ she asked pointing to Celine’s discreet choice of outfit. ‘’Better this that your revealing dress. I mean, it’s beautiful but I don’t want to catch influenza by tomorrow.’’ ‘’At least wear this’’ Matilde handed Celine a hat with trebles and stars on it. ‘’But this is ridiculous’’ Celine looked a bit outraged. ‘’Stop being fake posh and wear it.’’ Celine rolled her eyes and put on the hat. ‘’This is one of the worst things I’ve ever worn’’. When they arrived to the pub Celine soon forgot that she was wearing an extra silly hat because she decided to make the best of it and just have fun. However she didn’t have enough stamina to last more than three of the very upbeat (and long) Irish songs. She ended up in the bar drinking a huge cup of non alcoholic ginger ale. She didn’t want to end the night dancing on the tables or singing Hey Jude at the top of her lungs. Damn the cursed alcohol intolerance. Matilde was energetically dancing her fifth song. She wasn’t the best dancer but it was really funny to see her. ‘’I’m exhausted’’ she dropped next to Celine and asked for a huge pint of beer. ‘’Have you seen Max dancing? It’s the best thing you’ll see today’’. Celine looked at him and almost spilled her drink. Max was dancing with robotic and erratic movements but with all the enthusiasm in the world. ‘’No one said that Irish dances were easy.’’ Celine went back to her drink when she felt Matilde jump and almost fall from her chair. ‘’Are you drunk already?’’ Matilde didn’t answer so Celine just looked at her. She was looking at a point in front of her with eyes wide open. ‘’What’s going on, Matilde? Did Max fall?’’ ‘’Tom Hiddleston was just there’’ said Matilde with a voice that pretended to be calm and composed. ‘’Where?’’ Celine asked with a mild curiosity. Only a week before she had met a celebrity herself (that at the moment she didn’t know) so she wasn’t very excited of meeting another one. ‘’Behind you’’ Celine turned her head without much enthusiasm. Tom Hiddleston was a feet away from Celine, walking towards the dance floor. Well, watching a famous celebrity embarrass himself with Irish dances, was going to be fun but she suddenly had a light bulb moment. ‘’Matilde, why don’t you go and try to dance with him? I mean, don’t harass him. Be nice and not at all obsessive, please’’. Matilde didn’t need to be told twice and ran towards the dance floor. She was about to talk to Hiddleston when Janice popped out of nowhere literally stealing him in front of poor Matilde’s face. Celine felt kind of bad for her, who was in the middle of the dance floor, standing like an idiot while everyone else danced. When Matilde got back to the bar, defeated, Celine looked at her with sympathy. ‘’No comment’’ she mumbled, asking for another beer.

Sebastian was in one of the furthest tables, watching Tom dance happily with a platinum blonde woman. ‘’He scored already. That mush be a record’’ mumbled Sammy, one of Tom’s friends Sebastian had never met before. ‘’He’s Tom Hiddleston. I doubt he’d found very difficult to find someone to mingle tonight’’. said Anthony. ‘’Sebastian, what do you think?’’ But Sebastian was lost in his thoughts, the interest in Tom slowly fading. ‘’Sebastian!’’ Anthony yelled making him jump. ‘’Come out of your shell once and for all. We’re at a pub surrounded by people who are happily dancing to Irish music. Why don’t you go an try to follow Tom’s example and try to find someone…’’ ‘’Not in the mood, thank you.’’ he was regretting having come at all. Sammy and Anthony exchanged a glance. ‘’He’s not always this introverted.’’ Anthony explained. ‘’But today he’s being specially painful to be with’’. ‘’Stop talking as if I’m not here’’ Sebastian groaned making Anthony roll his eyes. He took his eyes off the dance floor (where a guy was doing such a silly robotic Irish dances that almost made him laugh) and glanced around the room. A lady with a bright green short dress called his attention, mainly because he was wondering how she wasn’t freezing wearing that in such a cold weather. But when he saw who was beside her he almost choked. There she was, just like he remembered her, with that serious expression and straight pose, wearing an unflattering silly Leprechaun hat. Celine. He had the biggest smile on his face that, of course, the others had noticed. ‘’What the hell is wrong with you?’’ Anthony asked, a bit concerned for Sebastian’s state of mind. Sammy was looking at the same direction as Sebastian. Anthony did that too. ‘’Ooohhh… I think Mr. Boring finally found someone to have fun with’’. he teased him. ‘’She’s cute’’ Sammy muttered. ‘’That green dress is definitely something else’’. ‘’Who are you talking about?’’ he asked, sounding more aggressive than he had intended to. ‘’The blond girl over there, the one you’re looking at’’. ‘’I’m not looking at her’’ of course he telling the truth. He was thinking about ways to approach Celine without looking like a creep. ‘’The other one? She’s sort of good looking but she looks like she’d murder you in your sleep’’. Sebastian did his best not to get annoyed at Sammy. ‘’She won’t and I know her. Her name’s Celine’’ his mind was still racing so he wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. ‘’Wait a second’’ Anthony shot him a sly smile. ‘’That’s the woman you met in the library. I never thought she was your type’’. As long as he knew he didn’t have a type. He liked who he liked. But he didn’t have much time to discuss this. He had decided that it was time to talk to her. The best way was being himself instead of trying to impress her. ‘’Where are you going?’’ Anthony asked him when he saw Sebastian leaving the table. ‘’Doesn’t matter. See you soon’’ without saying a word more he stood up.

Matilde still looked gloomy as hell while watching Hiddleston dancing with Janice. Celine couldn’t care less and was actually bored. She wished to be at home trying to do something about her research. ‘’I’m a bit tired of the Irish music. The fiddles are getting on my nerves. I need to listen to some Bon Jovi or Arctic Monkeys’’. Matilde ignored her, still focused on Hiddleston. Celine was thinking about excuses to leave the party. She was about to tell Matilde that she felt dizzy when Matilde whispered something and looked as she had just seen a ghost. ‘’Holy mother of God, all the saints and everything that’s above’’ Celine knew that she was about to freak out for some reason. ‘’What’s happening?’’ Celine wondered if Janice had kissed Tom Hiddleston or something like that. Celine turned around to look at the place Matilde was looking and found herself face to face with someone he had met a week ago. For a second she had become a bit numb. She was convinced that she was never going to see him again. And now that she was seeing him for the second time she could notice with more exactitude that Sebastian Stan was mind numbingly attractive but also there was kindness and innocence in his expression. It was no wonder that Matilde had gone absolutely crazy when she had had learned that Celine had, somehow, attracted such a guy. ‘’I think I know you’’ he said with a smile that couldn’t be suppressed. ‘’I met you at the library last week. You gave me those books’’. Matilde wanted to scream that she had been right all the time, that a famous actor remembered her moody best friend. At that moment she didn’t even care that Sebastian hadn’t even glanced at her. Celine had recovered from the surprise of seeing him again and was a bit glad that he remembered her. She couldn’t deny it. ‘’You’re Sebastian. From Romania’’ she had a big smile on her face. Matilde was almost falling from the chair. She was expecting Celine to act as she always did: guarded and answering with yes and no. Instead she had an smile Matilde had never seen before. ‘’Let me introduce myself properly. Sebastian Stan. As you correctly just said, from Romania.’’ he shook her hand with confidence. ‘’I’m really glad to meet you again’’. ‘’Same. By the way, I’m Celine Cadwallader from Cardiff, Wales.’’ ‘’Isn’t there a dragon in Wales’s flag?’’ Sebastian asked with curiosity in his eyes. ‘’It’s a long story that I’m qualified to tell you because I’m a historian’’ she said with a hint of pride. ‘’I had guessed that’’ he was looking at her with a kind smile and his blue eyes were shining. Matilde was absolutely confused. Every time she had mentioned Sebastian Stan in front of Celine for the past week she had got mad. And out of nowhere the guy had showed up and Celine had become the personification of butterflies and rainbows. Matilde was so entertained watching them that she wasn’t offended that they hadn’t remarked on her presence yet. ‘’…she’s my friend Matilde.’’ she grabbed Matilde by the arm. ‘’She’s a big fan of yours’’. ‘’Hi’’ Sebastian greeted her with a kind smile. Matilde emitted some noise that couldn’t be described. Celine rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers in front of her face. ‘’Snap out of it! He’s just like you and I, aren’t you?’’ Celine asked Sebastian without a bit of shame. Sebastian was absolutely delighted that she didn’t seem to care at all about his fame, on the contrary, she was two steps away of making fun of it. ‘’Absolutely’’ he said with the same genuine and kind smile. ‘’At least I found someone who realises. I’d give you an award’’. The three of them almost choked of laughter when they saw Max trying to pull an extreme move, failing and ending up on the floor. ‘’What’s the deal with these Irish dances?’’ Sebastian asked looking at Max with a bit of pity in his handsome face. ‘’Are they usually that extra?’’ ‘’I don’t know’’ Celine answered still looking at the dance floor. ‘’That’s our friend Max, he always gets carried away.’’ then she looked at Sebastian. ‘’Why don’t you try?’’ with her thumb she pointed at the dance floor. ‘’What?’’ Sebastian was trying to see if she was joking or not. Or was her asking him if she wanted to dance with her? ‘’Try Irish dances. You should try.’’ she grabbed Matilde by the arm. ‘’Matilde can teach you. She knows better than I. I’m quite awful at dancing’’. ‘’What?’’ Matilde looked at Celine as she were out of her mind. Why would she missed on her chance of dancing with Sebastian Stan? But apparently she didn’t need it. It was better for her that Matilde got her dream of dancing with a celebrity, after all Celine had never had that ambition. ‘’Go’’ she mumbled to Matilde. Even Sebastian pointed to the dance floor with his head. He had a clear idea why he didn’t mind dancing with Matilde. He had a couple of questions to ask her, she was Celine’s best friend after all. ‘’Wait a second’’ Matilde asked for a shot of vodka and drank it. ‘’Now lets go’’ she grabbed Sebastian by the arm and dragged him to the dance floor.

Neither Matilde or Sebastian were very good at dancing but they weren’t even trying. Matilde knew that he wanted to ask a couple of questions about Celine and she was ready to answer them. ‘’Before you ask’’ she looked at him with an smug smile. ‘’She’s single’’. ‘’I wasn’t going to ask this’’ he lied. By the way Matilde looked at him it was obvious that she didn’t believe him. ‘’Well, I was.’’ he admitted. They both glanced at Celine who was still sitting by the bar laughing a bit at them dancing. Or trying to. ‘’However…’’ Matilde had an enigmatic smile. She was clearly enjoying the whole situation. ‘’It’s not as easy as it seems. I’m talking about Celine who I’m sure is half robot, half alien’’. Sebastian was confused. By what he had seen of Celine she had seem perfectly normal. Well, with a weird and dark sense of humour. But he didn’t know much about her, after all. ‘’What do you mean?’’ he couldn’t contain his curiosity. ‘’That you should grab all of what you know about women and throw it to the trash because with Celine it’s going to be useless’’. Matilde made a dramatic pause and continued dancing. Sebastian noticed that he hadn’t moved for a minute. ‘’Go on’’ now that he was learning all this stuff he wanted to know more. Damn his gossiping nature. ‘’Don’t worry. She just doesn’t care about relationships and all that stuff. She says it’s a waste of time’’. Matilde rolled her eyes. ‘’Don’t try to convince her otherwise, it won’t work. Just be her friend. Between us, she needs more friends than me and a bunch of sociopaths and mad geniuses from Cambridge. And you need someone to show you around London whose celebrity status is below zero.’’. ‘’I think you’re nice. We should also be friends’’ he proposed. He was completely genuine. Matilde seemed like a nice sweet person, a total contrast of Celine’s stronger personality. At least that was his first impression of her. Matilde was a bit astounded. Had he actually said that? Maybe it was the alcohol that was making her hear things. ‘’If you said so’’ she mumbled trying not to fan girl. She envied Celine’s cold demeanour in this situations. ‘’Tell me a secret about you, something no one knows about you’’. ‘’Chris Evans is gorgeous’’ he said without a bit of shame. Matilde wasn’t impressed at all. ‘’Sebastian everyone knows that’s the truth’’ she also found Chris Evans god like. ‘’Yeah but when I first met him on the set of The First Avenger he made me question certain things about myself. Then I realised everyone had a crush on him’’. Matilde was loving this. He was talking to Sebastian Stan himself about Chris Evans. Paradise. ‘’I see the way you two look at each other in interviews. Beyond cute.’’ ‘’He friend zoned me’’ he joked. Of course he didn’t like Chris in that way even though everyone loved to believe that he did. ‘’I can’t imagine anyone friend zoning you’’ that was not really true. There was someone completely capable of doing that. Celine, of course. On her part, Celine was moving her left feet at the rhythm of the music, getting more tired by the second. Matilde had a sudden idea. ‘’Celine!’’ she called her friend. ‘’Come here’’. Both, she and Sebastian looked a bit confused on what she was doing. ‘’What?’’ slowly she went towards them. ‘’Dance with us the next song’’ Matilde smiled with innocence. ‘¨Please’’ Sebastian sweetly smiled to her. It was hard to resist him and to be honest she really didn’t want to. It wasn’t just that he was devastatingly handsome, there was something else in him that she was starting to like. Maybe it was the way his expressive blue eyes shone or maybe that he seemed genuinely sincere. And he also had a witty sense of humour that Celine appreciated. She nodded and went toward them. Just then the band started playing a cover of Ed Sheeran’s Nancy Mulligan. ‘’I have to go… to the bathroom’’ Matilde excused herself and left them. ‘’Was she lying?’’ he asked. ‘’Totally’’ Celine admitted. He offered her his hand and she took it. Celine was amazed that this interaction wasn’t awkward at all. She had never danced with a guy before, except Joel or Charlie and that didn’t count. But she felt at ease with Sebastian, it was like dancing with a friend she’d known for years. ‘’How do you dance to this thing? Matilde’s a very good talker but a terrible teacher’’. ‘’Have you ever watched The Lord of the Rings?’’ she asked him and he nodded. ‘’Remember how the Hobbits danced at Bilbos’s birthday party at the beginning of The Fellowship of the Ring’’ he nodded again. ‘’Well, dance like that’’. ‘’Dance like Hobbits?’’ his smile light up his face even more. ‘’This is the best day of my life’’. He delicately grabbed Celine’s arms and tried to move without laughing in the process. After a moment of twisting and clapping they were both laughing non-stop. It was really random but fun. ‘’Where is the Wexford border?’’ he referred to a particular line in the song. ‘’In Ireland. Do you want to go?’’ she teased him. ‘’Maybe. Sounds touristic’’. Celine was almost without air and the damned song never ended. Damn you Ed Sheeran. ‘’Do I have to lift you up?’’ he asked, looking at Max who was struggling at lifting Leah in the air. ‘’If you want. Probably you’ll do it more elegantly than him’’. He lift her up very effortlessly. ‘’Done’’ he was smiling like a little child. ‘’We are ready to emulate the cast of High School Musical’’. ‘’What is High School Musical?’’ she genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. The only thing that came to he mind was a high school that somehow was musical. Nothing that Celine liked to think about. ‘’It’s a movie’’ he was a bit lost that she seemed to have no idea of a movie that half the world had probably seen or at least heard about it. ‘’It’s about some kids in a high school that sing, dance, fall in love and stuff’’. ‘’That sound like the stuff from nightmares. Tell me that you didn’t act in this, please’’. Celine was a bit grossed out with the plot of the movie. ‘’No, I can’t sing or dance. The move makes no sense but it’s fun to watch’’. he lifted her up one more time. Celine couldn’t deny that she was enchanted by him. His personality was addictive and he was so nice that she only wanted to know him more. She knew a lot of interesting people but no one like Sebastian. After the song ended both of them were completely breathless. Celine saw Matilde on one of the tables and she was towards them with Sebastian following her. ‘’Celine, your hat is falling off’’ shyly he pointed at her head. Without much ceremony she tried to take the silly Leprechaun hat off but he stopped her. ‘’Don’t. It looks nice on you, let me put it back in its place.’’ He pinned the little hat very carefully, trying not to pull Celine’s thin hair in the process. When he finished he let his arm rest on her shoulders. Celine had no idea from where this was coming from but she played along. ‘’Thanks’’ she looked at him with a little smile and wrapped her arm around his waist. What the hell was going on? She tried not to imagine the reaction of her Cambridge friends at seeing her with her arm wrapped around some guy she had just met that was a sweetheart but also really hot and famous. Joel and Charlie would probably had a seizure. On another table, a bit far from them, Anthony and Sammy were looking at the scene with wide eyes. Sebastian had been moody for the whole day and now he was a literal Prince Charming. Matilde looked at them only when they reached the table. ‘’Were you having a good time?’’ she asked with a smirk. ‘’Yes.’’ answered Sebastian. ‘’It was great even though I still find Irish dances a bit weird’’. ‘’Sebastian, can I ask you something?’’ interrupted Matilde. ‘’Is that Anthony Mackie?’’ As Celine didn’t know who he was, she supposed he was one of the people that acted in that movies Matilde watched. ‘’Yeah, that’s him.’’ he looked at a table in front of him. ‘’The bastard is laughing at me, I can see him’’. He ignored Anthony for the rest of the night. Celine was amazed at how at ease he seemed to be with them. He was a film star, he had probably met people far more interesting than them both. Matilde couldn’t stop asking questions about everything she had always wanted to know about Marvel movies. On his part, Sebastian was having a really good time. Matilde seemed to be curious and sweet while Celine was mysterious, enigmatic, unique and absolutely addictive. He could talk to her for hours and never get tired. Matilde was paying attention to Celine’s behaviour. Every time that woman rejected someone always excused herself to the lack of chemistry. Now between her and Sebastian was such chemistry that it seemed that they seemed to have known each other for years. After a couple of hours Celine was tired. ‘’Are you okay?’’ Sebastian asked her, looking at her with those amazing blue eyes of his, that Celine decided they were his best feature, and that was to say a lot. ‘’A bit tired. It was a long day and I’m an early riser’’ he smiled at him. ‘’I think we should head home’’ she said to Matilde. ‘’I second you in this’’. she looked at Sebastian. ‘’You can tag along’’. ‘’I think that’s the best option because I’m just as tired as Celine. I’ll have to ask Tom for the keys and the bastard looks busy’’. Celine couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Janice with Tom Hiddleston caught up in a passionate embrace. It had definitely been a bizarre night for everyone, Celine included. But by no means she was going to end the night like Janice. ‘’That was disgusting’’ said Sebastian when he came back with the keys. ‘’Let’s go’’. When they passed in front of Anthony’s table, he whistled to Sebastian who showed him the middle finger. ‘’Why they don’t go and tease Tom?’’ he exploded when they were outside. ‘’I’m just innocently walking back home while he’s making out with someone he just met in front of an audience. I’m not being the inappropriate one’’. Celine just laughed at him, wrapping herself with her big trench coat. Matilde, who very unwisely had decided to wear only that revealing green dress, was shaking. ‘’I have no idea where I am’’ he said with a bit of dramatism. ‘’Tom brought us here and I have no idea how to come back. Bear with me, I’m not a local’’. ‘’We’ll walk you home, don’t worry’’ said Matilde, who was shaking a little. ‘’Aren’t you cold?’’ Sebastian and Celine asked at the same time. ‘’Please take this’’ Sebastian gave her his leather jacket. ‘’And you don’t need to walk me all the way to Tom’s. Just leave me in a street I can recognise. You don’t need to go all the way to Fulham’’. ‘’Don’t worry, we do it everyday’’ Celine lied with a nice smile. She didn’t mind to walk for ten more minutes. He had been so nice with her and Matilde that the least thing they could do was walking him home. And she didn’t mind talking to him for a little bit longer. Matilde was wrapped in Sebastian’s leather jacket, that was enormous for her, and was enjoying every second of it. It had been the best night of her life. Even though Janice had spoiled her chances of talking to Tom Hiddleston, she had spent hours talking to Sebastian Stan about many things. And wearing his jacket as a bonus. ‘’I can recognise this street. We’re two blocks away, aren’t we?’’ he asked, looking around. ‘’Yes, you’re actually right’’. said Celine with a smile. ‘’Just walk in a straight line and don’t turn around until you get there so you won’t get lost. London can be a maze sometimes.’’ He stood there for a moment, unsure about how to say goodbye to her. ‘’It was nice meeting you’’ he softly placed his hand on her shoulder. ‘’You owe me the story about the dragon in the Welsh flag’’ that was basically an statement that he wanted to see her again. ‘’And it was nice to meet you too’’ he turned to Matilde with a big smile. Matilde was still a bit dumbfounded. All of this reminded her of Cinderella: a brilliant night with a prince Charming then the clock struck twelve and she went back to being normal. ‘’Sebastian, your jacket’’ she handed him the leather jacket he had gave her. ‘’Keep it. You can give it to me some other time’’. Matilde almost jumped in joy. That certainly meant that she was also seeing him again and he was interested in being friends with them both, not only with Celine. ‘’Celine, text me when you get home, please’’ he said with a soft voice. ‘’Otherwise you’ll have me worried. It was my fault that you walked all the way to here’’. ‘’But I don’t have your number’’ she said without thinking. ‘’I know’’ he said with a winning smile. ‘’Can I have your phone for a second?’’ ‘’Why?’’ Celine asked with suspicion. Matilde wanted to bang her head on the lampost that was next to her. Celine was so bloody clueless that it hurt. Matilde wanted to shout at her ‘HE WANTS TO GIVE YOU HIS NUMBER YOU BLOODY IDIOT’. ‘’Please’’ he begged with a little smile, trying not to laugh at her authentic confusion. Celine reluctantly gave him her phone, looking like she was handing him a bomb. ‘’Now you have my number’’ he gave her phone back with a sweet smile. ‘’Text me, please’’. Celine was standing there, still confused. Her logical mind was asking why he hadn’t just asked for her number, she’d have given it to him anyway. ‘’Okay, good night, Sebastian’’ she greeted him with a soft touch on his arm. ‘’Good night, Celine and to you too Matilde’’ Matilde, just kissed him on the cheek, she was not going to miss that opportunity by anything in the world. They turn around in opposites directions, Sebastian towards Tom Hiddleston's house and Matilde and Celine, back to Chelsea. Celine was humming an Arctic Monkeys song, waiting for the moment when Matilde would start talking non-stop. ‘’You know Celine, this was the best night of my life’’ Matilde said with much more composure than what Celine was expecting. ‘’I guessed so’’ she couldn’t lie to herself, she had had a real good time and Sebastian was a real sweetheart. ‘’He likes you. Sebastian’’ Matilde said with a smug smile. Celine was completely unmoved. Yes, Sebastian was great but she also had a life that couldn’t be disrupted by anyone. She had no time for any kind of romantic relationship. ‘’What do you want me to do? Announce it in the papers?’’ she said the most sarcasm she could muster. Matilde wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. ‘’Can you stop being sour for just two minutes? And you don’t have to do anything. Just, please, get to know him better. I’m sure you’ll end up thanking me later’’. ‘’If you say so’’ she mumbled, The truth was that she was never going to admit that she had had a wonderful time with Sebastian. There was no point in denying that she wanted to see him again. Everything with a friendly intention, of course. She was so caught up in her thoughts that the way back home seemed incredibly short. ‘’Before you leave…’’ said Matilde ‘’…I want you to admit that you like him’’. ‘’Everyone does. Even you. You have to be blind not to like him. And he has nice eyes’’ she opened the door. ‘’Goodnight Matilde’’. She went straight to do her short bedtime routine, that included feeding Elemauzer. Smiling a little she grabbed her phone and texted Sebastian a simple ‘Got home safe and sound. Have a good night :)’. After less that a minute he had texted back a ‘Goodnight too you too x’, that left an smile on her face. Back at the guest room of Tom Hiddleston house, Sebastian was also smiling like a little kid during Christmas.

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superalphabatman · 5 years

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I was tagged by @imrollingmyeyes on the six crushes meme. I’m not going to lie the first four were instant. I had no problems even thinking of them. After that I was like ????????????????

I’m going to tag @themarauderess because I know you’re going to have hell with it haha

1. Ben Daddy Bat Affleck. The love of my life. Will never move on. Always going to be in love. This will be the end of me adore forever.

2. Real life Superman: Henry Cavill. Who really be out here loving animals and and creating foundations like some lunatic who’s really out here just spreading love.

3. Baby Supes: Tyler Hoechlin. The cutie batootie who’s smile I will never get over. I just want to give him a crown and protect him honestly.

4. My horror Daddy and King: Patrick Wilson. I don’t know if I love him as much as James Wan but I’m pretty sure it’s up there.

5. Chris Pine my little space baby who’s all grown up.

6. I didn’t know who to choose for the last one so instead I just chose my idiot Captain squad: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie

#imrollingmyeyes #things im tagged in #response #this took all day because i got stuck after 4 #you would think i could list hot dudes #but apparently after ben henry tyler and patrick i aint got shit #this could've just been 6 different pics of Ben #and i would've been 100 percent okay with it #my love for him has gone too deep #im a goner #i dont think i'll ever love another Bruce tbh

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babyleclerc · 6 years

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Honesty Hour

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Requested?: Yes, by anon: I NEED A BESTFRIEND!TOM HIDDLES AND (Y/N) ONE SHOT NOW PLS THANKS x

Warnings: Language, some angst, and implications of sex. But really this is just pure hilarity in a fake world where all these adorable man!heroes are your best friends.

Word Count: 3K

Summary: It’s your turn to host Friendsgiving, and all your closest friends are attending – Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and of course, Tom Hiddleston. After a whole lot of booze, the conversation steers into the boys asking your ‘FMK’ (Fuck, Marry, Kill) opinions - which leads to honesty hour with Tom.

A/N: OK so writing five people is hard af and that’s why this is so freaking long, but if you bear with me through this I think you’ll actually LOL at several parts of this little drabble. :) Anon, I hope this does you justice! Gif isn’t mine!

You’re not sure why, or how, really, but for the second year in a row you’d agreed to it. You’d be hosting “Friendsgiving”, and in only a few minutes everyone would be arriving.

“Fuck me.” You mumble to yourself, fighting to get butter and pepper all over the outside of the turkey.

“Oh come on now, Doll. You gotta play a little harder to get than that.”

Chris’s voice made you jump.

“Jesus, you scared me.” You turn your attention back to the insufferable bird in front of you. This really shouldn’t have been that complicated, yet you found getting the butter to stick to the skin of the bird and not the bag it was resting in, was like finding a needle in a haystack.

“Sorry, doll.” He said, giving you a half-hug and a quick kiss to the temple. “How’s the bird treatin’ you?”

You sighed, “Fine. Just trying to butter him up before I throw him in the oven.”

“Him?” Chris asked, brows raised. You shrugged.

“Just feels like it should be a ‘he’.”

“That’s just wrong. Let’s not get personal with the food we’re about to devour.” Seb’s voice rung through the house as he stormed in, grocery bags in hand. “I brought supplies.” He added, holding up his hands.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as your eyes rested on Seb. Besides Chris laughing and grabbing his chest/boob/whatever that habit was that he couldn’t kick, Seb was one of your few favorite friends who could always make you smile, no matter what.

“Hey, Seb.” You greeted him with a big hug, and you returned the favor with a tight squeeze and lightly lifted you off your feet.

“How’s my favorite girl?” He asked merrily, setting you back down.

“What, she cooks you one warm meal and suddenly she’s your ‘favorite’?” Chris mocked, crossing the room to help Seb with the groceries.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted, before Seb has the chance to fire back an insult, “you didn’t let me respond, and I am cooking for like, five literal super-humans.” You squeezed Chris’ bicep for dramatic effect.

Seb grinned, also flexing his muscles in response. “That is true. You’re feedin’ a buncha Hulks tonight.”

“Banner’s here?”

You couldn’t help the small backflip your stomach made at the sound of Tom’s voice floating through the room.

“Thomas!” Chris and Seb shouted in unison, passing around handshakes as all three men began pulling food items out of bags.

“Gentle with those!” You shout, as Chris and Seb began chucking around two 10-pound bags of potatoes. “Those aren’t footballs.” You roll your eyes, finally giving up on buttering the turkey and beginning to tie the bag. “I swear you’re both oversized children.” You muttered to yourself, fiddling with the tie.

“Ah, but the best kind of oversized children.” Chris smirked, winking at you as he set the potatoes down on the counter. You stuck your tongue out in response.

“What, no ‘hello’ for me?” Tom asked, approaching you with arms wide and a grin.

You smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, totally distracted by the five year olds in the house.” There was a faint “hey!” from Sebastian, which you ignored. “Hi, Tom. How are you?”

You obliged his open-arm request, falling against his chest and giving him a gentle squeeze. From within his arms, the world always seemed much easier. Peaceful, even. What a world it would be if you could just stay right here for always.

“Much better now.” Tom responded, pulling you from your thoughts. “How are you doing? How’s the turkey coming along?”

“Turkey is great!” You say, removing yourself from Tom’s arms. “Plopping him into the oven here-“

“Him?” Tom asked, eyebrows raised.

“That’s exactly what I said!” Chris exclaimed, cracking open a beer and taking a swig.

“Seriously with all three of you on this?” You ask, opening the oven door. “Whether it’s a he/she/it, we’re still gonna eat it.” You set the bird gently on the rack, shoving the door closed with your foot and setting the timer for four hours.

“That doesn’t mean I want to think about its’ pre-roasted life.” Sebastian chimes in, shoving Chris to get at the beer.

You rolled your eyes again playfully, “As I sad earlier – literal children.”

In the four hours it took for the turkey to roast, potatoes to be mashed, and the casserole completed – the house was abuzz with warm chatter. A small fire cackled gently in the corner, festive music could be heard softly through the house, and laughter filled each corner of the living room.

Mackie had finally showed, and he was the last you were waiting for before getting started. Normally, it would have bothered you being the only girl in a room full of testosterone-filled men (both Scarlett and Hemsworth’s wife, Elsa, couldn’t make it), but with this group it never felt uncomfortable. Being almost ten years younger than them, it felt like they were all older brothers. Well… almost all of them.

“Seriously, doll, everything smells so good. When can we dig in?” Chris whined from the couch, interrupting Mackie and Seb mid-argument.

“Everything is just about ready! Just five more minutes.” You say, turning to Tom who sat on the floor, completely engrossed in a book you had lying on the coffee table.

“Tom?” You call out, pulling him from his page. He glanced up at you in response, “Can you help carve the turkey?”

“Hey! How come he gets to use the sharp knives?” Mackie blurted out, before Tom could answer. Seb and Chris also chimed in with protests.

“Because you just called them ‘sharp knives’,” You pointed at Mackie, “you are too aggressive,” you pointed at Seb, “and you are way too eager. I don’t trust you.” You finally landed at Chris. All three men pouted while Tom popped off the ground to help.

“This is bullshit.” Seb roared.

“I agree! Who doesn’t let Captain America carve the Thanksgiving turkey?!” Chris chimed in loudly.

“You’re not Captain America, Chris.” You deadpanned, waiting for Tom to reach you so you could both head into the kitchen.

“Also, who trusts an Englishman to carve a turkey?! They don’t even celebrate Thanksgiving!” Seb piped up again.

“You’re fucking Romanian, Sebastian.” Chris reminded him, laughing heartily as everyone in the room joined him in laughter.

“Next time, buddy.” You winked at him, as Tom ushered you into the kitchen, hands on your hips. “Alright, alright. I’m movin’.” You said, shuffling towards the bird.

“Chris is right,” Tom commented, taking a big inhale as he entered the kitchen, “Everything smells amazing. You’ve outdone yourself, Y/N, as usual.”

You blushed, “It was nothing. Plus, completely worth it if it gets all you hooligans under one roof.” You joke, elbowing Tom. You could still feel Tom’s hands on your hips from earlier – as if his handprints had made heat marks on your skin.

“It doesn’t take much to get us all here.” Tom noted softly, picking up one of the carving knives and examining the turkey. “It seems the common factor is… you.” He brought his bright blues up to meet yours, and there was that involuntary stomach flip again. Why is it that he was always making you feel that way?

You cleared your throat, breaking eye contact with him and staring intently at the crisp turkey in front of you. “I’m sure it’s just the food that brings them here.” You mumble, trying to steer the conversation. “So, first if you want to cut the legs we can pull off the dark meat, then cut the breast bone in half and…”

But Tom wasn’t listening. Not intently, anyway. Instead he was watching the way your lips moved, how your eyebrows raised and dropped emphatically witch each word, how your chestnut hair cascaded across your perfectly sculpted shoulders, and that all it would take is just half a step to close the gap between your lips and his…

“Are you two lovebirds done with the real bird, yet?” Chris called out, grinning like a teenage idiot. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the blush that creeped up your neck.

“Mature as ever I see, Evans.” Tom replied coolly, though a playful smile tugged at his lips.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and start bringing all the dishes to the table? And round up the boys while you’re at it.” You command, and Chris salutes you.

“Aye, aye, Cap’n!” Chris responds, grabbing dishes and yelling for Seb and Mackie.

“Holy hell that was good.” Chris moaned, splayed out on the carpeted floor in the living room, hand resting on his stomach. “Y/N, ya done good.”

You grin from your place on the couch, your body leaning against Sebastian’s shoulder as he fiddled with your phone’s pop socket. Mackie was sprawled out on the other couch, with Tom situated across the room from you, relaxed as ever against a loveseat.

“Hear! Hear!” Mackie echoed, beginning a round of applause from all the men.

“Oh stop you guys, it was nothing.” You said, that all-too-familiar blush creeping into your cheeks again. “I’m just glad it was good and that everyone enjoyed it.”

“More than enjoyed it,” Chris commented, stretching. “I’m going to be in a food coma for a week.”

“Ooooh kind of like when you returned to stasis at the end of Civil War?” You ask, grinning. Sebastian rolled his eyes, shoving you.

“For the thousandth time, I’m not Bucky.” He groaned, even though he’d never admit that he loved every minute of your teasing.

“You may as well be, Winter Solider.” You shoot back, poking his arm quickly.

“Don’t worry, man, teasing from a hot woman almost always means she’s into you.”

“Chris!” You shout, glaring and snatching a pillow from behind you. “That is not true.” You say, hurling the pillow at him on the floor while he laughed and blocked his face with his arms.

“But you’re blushing, so it must be partially true.” He retorted between laughter.

“Oh my god, I’m going to kill you.” You say, reaching for another pillow as Mackie, Seb, and Tom all howled with laughter.

“Now wait a minute, this is interesting.” Mackie began when he had control of his laughter, “Let’s play that game that those reporters always make us do, but actually answer them honestly. What’s it called, FMK?”

You groaned, “Are you serious, Mackie? How old are we?”

“Just old enough to play the world’s best game: Fuck, Marry, Mill.” Seb said, grinning. “We’ll start off simple for you, Y/N. FMK: Thor, Hulk, Iron Man.”

You sighed, “Fuck Iron Man, Marry Thor, Kill Hulk.”

“Oh shit, you’re ruthless!” Chris commented at how fast you were able to rattle it out. “I’ve got a better one, FMK: Winter Soldier, Thor, Cap.”

“Not fair – I’ll caveat that I love Thor, but, Fuck Buck, Marry Cap, Kill Thor.”

“Ha!” Chris said, right as Seb shouted, “What?!”

“Sorry, Sebby. Bucky seems better for a good time not a long time.”

Chris burst out laughing, clutching his left chest as Seb glared at you, and taking personal offense on not being picked over Cap.

“So, what, you’d rather have a one night stand only with Buck than Cap?”

“Well… yeah.” You say, feeling slightly uncomfortable though all the boys were grinning. “You just know by the looks of him that Buck likes it dirty. That’s perfect for a one night stand.”

And once again, all four guys were howling with laughter as Chris rolled around on the floor, Tom’s head was thrown back, tongue sticking out slightly through his parted lips, Mackie slapped his knee, and Seb fell into your lap, clutching his stomach and laughing with his whole body. You grinned, soaking in the feeling of having these wonderful dorks in your home. Laughing. Drinking. Joking with you. This was all you could have ever asked for in life, and more.

“Now hold on just a moment.” Tom said once the laughter had died down, “I think Loki could give Bucky a run for his money on the dirty scale so let me ask you this: FMK Loki, Captain America, Winter Soldier?”

“Ooooh good one, Tom.” Chris commented, turning to look back at you, head now resting on the pillow you had previously thrown.

“Oh now that’s not fair.” You pouted, absentmindedly playing with Seb’s hair now that he was resting in your lap comfortably.

“Oh come on, it’s all in good fun.” Seb said, poking your tummy gently.

“Fine,” You sigh, “Fuck Winter Solider, Marry Loki, Kill Cap.” You paused, then turned to Chris, “Sorry, Cap.”

“Ha! In your face, Evans!” Seb shouted, pointing at Chris, who tried to scowl but only erupted into laughter instead.

“Why on God’s green Earth would you want to marry Loki?”

You shrugged, “That’s for me to know and for you to know, hmmm, never.” You said with a grin, winking at Mackie.

“He is the god of mischief, so you know he’d always be one step ahead of you in the bedroom.” Tom said, grinning.

“Oh my god,” Chris and Seb roared with more laughter. “Now they’ll never stop.” You said to Tom, while Seb smacked his feet on the couch between laughs. Tom just shrugged at you, a bright twinkle in his eyes.

“Wait, wait…” Chris said, clutching his chest, “I’ve got one more important one that has to be answered. FMK: me, Seb, Tom.”

The room instantly sobered as all eyes locked on you, awaiting a response. You furrowed your brows. “Chris…”

“It’s all in good fun! No one will take any offense to it.” He responded, that playful boyish grin accentuating his handsome features.

“You’ve had too much wine.” You responded, hoping to get his mind off the question.

“No ninja games here, Missy.” Seb chimed in for Chris, wagging his finger at you, “Answer the question.”

Of all the eyes on you, the heaviest you could feel were Tom’s. Although each man in the room had the most gorgeous pair of eyes you’d ever seen – seriously, did Marvel manufacture them in a factory, or something? – Tom’s cool ocean blues always seemed to penetrate you the deepest. He was staring at you intently, eyes never wavering. Studying you calmly.

You squirmed under his gaze, “Ooohh look at the time,” you say dramatically, trying to maneuver out from under Seb.

“Oh, hell no you don’t.” Seb said, moving so that his whole body was now crushing your lap.

“Sebastian, are you serious? You weigh like 200 pounds of pure muscle.” You glared at him, but he only returned your look with a grin.

“Yep, and you’re stuck here til you answer.”

“Look, it doesn’t have to be weird. I’ll go. Fuck Sebastian – super sorry if that’s weird, man. Marry Tom – he just seems like a pleasant, wholesome guy. Kill Chris. Sorry, my dude. No hard feelings.”

“None taken.” Chris said, grinning over at you. “See? Easy.”

“Easy for you to say, you guys are all butt buddies. It’s different when a woman says stuff like that, you guys will get all up in arms about it and puff out your chests and compare lengths if I walk into this booby trap. No, thank you.” You crossed your arms over your body, making a point not to touch Seb, who was now pouting.

“Oh come on, love.” It was Tom who spoke up this time. “As Chris said earlier, it’s all in good fun. No judgments here.”

You met Tom’s gaze and frowned – you expected peer pressure to come from Chris and Seb, who felt like older, asshat but loving brothers to you – but not from Tom. The one who always seemed to be the mature one; the sensible one.

“Can you just let me up, please?” You shoved Sebastian’s shoulder as hard as you could. Recognizing your tone as no longer playful, he immediately moved.

“Y/N, wait – we were just playing.” Chris started, reaching his arm out to grab you as you stood from the couch.

“It’s fine.” You say, moving towards the kitchen and avoiding his grasp.

“Ah, shit.” Chris mumbled as you left the room. “Guess I should go consoler her.” He said, starting to get up.

“Wait,” Tom said, standing, “I’ll go.”

“You’re angry.” Tom said from the door of the kitchen. You glanced over at him to see him leaning against the frame, arms crossed. You turned your attention back to the dishes you were cleaning in the sink, staying quiet.

No one spoke for a beat. It felt like a lifetime.

“I’m sorry,” Tom finally broke the silence, walking towards you.

“It’s fine.” You say again, scrubbing a plate viciously with your sponge.

“It’s not fine.” He said, finally reaching you and leaning back against the right side of the sink next to you. His arm was mere inches from yours. “Listen, we were just playing.” He extended his right hand and lay it gently on yours, which was holding the sponge. “Stop.” He commanded – and something in his voice made you listen.

You brought your eyes up to meet his, holding back all the emotions that were trying to bubble to the surface. All that could be heard between you was the light rush of water hitting the sink.

“Even if we were just joking, I shouldn’t have forced you into something you were uncomfortable with. Even if we are drunk on wine and curiosity,” He smiled softly, “It wasn’t right. I’m sorry.”

You sighed, reaching your left hand to turn off the faucet, and shifting your weight to your other leg. You took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“You know, I’m kind of tired of going in circles with you.” You say, biting your lower lip gently. Tom’s eyes darted down to your lips, then back up to you. There were only millimeters of space between you both.

“What do you mean?” He asked quietly, though you knew he knew exactly what you meant.

“The ‘will they, won’t they’ thing we have going here. Isn’t it getting old?” You ask, heart pounding in your ears.

Tom leaned in, his lips mere inches from yours, “Darling, I’m just getting started.”

Fin.

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livingmybestfictionallife · 7 years

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Luckily Unlucky

Anon Request: Hi!! Thanks for your amazing writing, you are a blessing!! (A/N: you’re too kind :D ) Could you do a tom holland x reader where you've been together for a year or so but you have never really have had the chance to go and visit him on set because you're busy with school but when you finaly do you can't contain your excitement bc ur a really big Marvel fan and you geek out about everything, even the smallest things and Tom just finds you the most adorable human being and u also meet seb who's ur celeb crush and u freak out

Warnings: a little language

robertdowneyjr @tomholland2013 is bring his leading lady to set. Are we embarrassing him enough??

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It was hard to not scroll through Instagram without being bombarded with people tagging her in pictures hoping to be recognized by Tom, being sent direct messages asking for personal information about her and Tom’s relationship, and even having reporters pose as fans online. Social media became a form of hell for (Y/N) after she started dating Tom, but seeing the photo Robert Downey Jr. tagged Tom in earlier today had been a relief from the regular occurring torment.

“You didn’t tell me Benedict Cumberbatch was going to be there,” she gasped while turning to face Tom as he sat in the driver’s seat, maneuvering his way around Atlanta traffic.

“You’re such a Sherlock nerd I figured you’d deduce that much,” he replied with a smirk.

“Will you please just tell me who all is going to be there?” she begged.

“And ruin the surprise?” he laughed as (Y/N) continued to pretend pout in the passenger seat. As they pulled into a large parking lot surrounded by fences and electronic gates, (Y/N) shifted impatiently in her seat.

“Can you promise me one thing?” she asked as Tom looked over at her with a smile on his face as his eyes beamed into hers.

“Anything love,” he said softly.

“Don’t let me make a fool of myself,” she stated while only lead Tom into a lighthearted laugh. “I’m serious!” she quickly protested. “Don’t let me look like an idiot in front of anyone, okay?!” Tom continued to laugh and pursed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him. Upon seeing this, Tom placed his hands on either side of her face and smiled.

“There is no way anyone could think you’re an idiot, (Y/N), but I will make sure you don’t turn into a luny fangirl in front of anyone,” he promised before placing his lips on hers.

“That is all I ask for,” she laughed in response as Tom pulled her into one last kiss before exiting the vehicle and hurrying to her door. From the outside, everything seemed normal; big white buildings towered over the trailers, golf carts hurriedly scurried through open pathways, and people walked wherever shade was available. There was nothing too different or exciting about set upon first laying eyes on it, and Tom knew this.

“What’s the matter?” he teased (Y/N), “Why aren’t you excited?” Figuring he was taunting her for getting herself worked up about a bunch of buildings, (Y/N) shrugged in a slightly defeated manner which only caused Tom to suppress the sly grin he had been hiding while his heart jumped from excitement.

“What are all these buildings?” she asked, trying not to sound let down but rather inquisitive of her surroundings.

“Different studios and such,” Tom continued while peeling away from his girlfriend’s side and bounding up a couple of metal steps toward a doorway. “This way, love,” he called to her as she continued her pace toward him. He opened the door and escorted her into the dark room. (Y/N) clung to Tom’s arm, afraid of getting lost and not being able to find her way out--a very realistic fear considering Tom once unknowingly abandoned her in an escape room filled with porcelain dolls.

Tom flicked the lights on, illuminating the room they stood in. Immediately, (Y/N)’s eyes flashed to Tom in excitement, anticipation, and a slight bit of fear. Looking around, she realized she must have been standing in the wardrobe department since individual sections for each of the sixty-something main characters wardrobe changes hung on racks beside their respective props.

“Am I even allowed to be in here?” she asked Tom who shrugged in response. Honestly, he didn’t know where (Y/N) could and could not go, but the wide-eye heart fluttering excitement that flooded her beautiful face was something he couldn’t pass up regardless of rules. “Is that--” she couldn’t finish her sentence before she took a few steps closer to the relic that appeared to Steven Strange: the cloak of levitation. “No way!” she yelled as her attention flashed to Red Wing, Anthony Mackie’s character’s ‘pet’ robot. “And the wing pack?” she gasped while picking it up and then hurriedly glancing at Tom. “Can I?”

“It’s not like Anthony’s my biggest fan anyway,” he teased and watched as (Y/N) slid her arms into the prop with its wings already extended. With her back toward Tom, she glanced down over her shoulder to look at the wing only to hear the snapping noise of Tom’s phone as he took her photo. “You look much better in that than Anthony,” he teased.

“Don’t you dare send that to him!” she shouted.

“Fine,” Tom sighed, “I won’t yet.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and then quickly put the prop back where she found it before rushing over to Peter Quill’s prop and wardrobe station. Immediately she put on the helmet, strapped the walkman to her belt loop, and held up his blaster and waited for Tom to take her picture again. For the next hour Tom followed his giddy girlfriend around as she grabbed whatever prop she could find and posed dorkily with them. By the end, in addition to the photos Tom already took, he had pictures of her peeking over the cloak of levitation, pretending to pick up Mjölnir and then raising the hammer victoriously, ducking behind Captain America’s new shield, raising her fist in the air as the infinity gauntlet covered the better part of her forearm, and his favorite: fem!spidey. Tom and (Y/N) had started dating shortly after the premier of Spider-Man: Homecoming and so the idea of her wearing the suit wasn’t possible until today.

“What do you think?” she asked while pretending to shoot webs at him.

“Damn I love you,” he laughed while taking numerous photos of his girlfriend being a dork in his costume. Oddly enough it fit her surprisingly well and, though he would never admit it, he loved seeing her in it more than he loved being Spider-Man. “If Peter Parker ever does a gender twist like Thor, I’ll commission for you to take over,” Tom said while pulling (Y/N) into a hug.

“You’re a dork,” she laughed at him while wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You’re the one in the Spider-Man suit!”

“You’re the one getting off on it!”

“Shut up,” he muttered in a fluster as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Change back, it’s nearly lunch and some people are excited to meet you.” Once (Y/N) was back in her t-shirt and shorts, Tom grabbed her hand and the pair left out the door they came in and started walking toward where the trailers were gathered.

“Where are we going?” she asked as Tom put his arm around her waist and she did the same to him.

“Downey Town,” he said proudly.

“I won’t want to go to town,” she said in a complaining tone, teasing Tom.

“When are you going be nice to me today?” he laughed while poking her sides. “You’re welcome for me making all of the mistakes you can learn from, by the way.”

“Thank you so much for embarrassing yourself back then so I can not seems as strange,” she replied, “but if you introduce me to Robert’s stunt double on purpose, I will hurt you, Holland.” The two arrived at a collection of trailers set up to remind (Y/N) of the way the cabins were described at Camp Half-Blood. Slowly, Tom and (Y/N) made their way into the grouping of trailers to see a large, standing extendable tent set up with benches and picnic tables placed underneath and a catering company setting up lunch. Throughout the courtyard were the various actors filming Infinity War this week. Paul Rudd, Mark Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr. stood beside Benedict Cumberbatch and Benedict Wong just outside under the awning of one trailer and Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and the Chrises were gathered together under another awning.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked (Y/N) again as her grip on his waist tightened unexpectedly.

“Y-yeah,” she started, “it’s just...there’s a lot of people.”

“You wanted to meet them all, right?” She found herself unable to respond and instead quickly nodded her head. “Well then, come on,” he smiled to her and pulled her toward RDJ’s gathering of actors.

“Tom,” (Y/N) murmured quietly they approached.

“Uh huh?”

“Don’t let me say Bobby Newport in a menacing voice near Paul Rudd,” she hurried to say.

“Why the hell would you say that?”

“Just don’t let me,” she stated, “okay?”

“Okay, love,” Tom laughed and pulled (Y/N) against his side in hopes to make her feel more comforted and less anxious. Before she knew it, (Y/N) was face to face with RDJ and Mark Ruffalo, who just happened to be the first two people to turn around as stye approached.

“Welcome to the party, Tom,” Robert called while stretching out his arm and taking Tom under him in a side hug. “And this must be the lovely, (Y/N) I’ve heard so much about,” he said while pulling her into a warm hug and kissing her cheek. He left his arm across her shoulders and looked between Tom and (Y/N) before turning his attention back to the girl. “Blink twice if he’s got you under some sort of Stockholm Syndrome thing,” Robert joked, “it’s the only way a guy like him could get someone as gorgeous as you.” (Y/N) could feel her face blush a little at his compliment but was quick to humble herself.

“I’m the lucky one,” she laughed. “Had there not been a screw up with my hotel room, we would have never met.”

“And then we would have never met, and I mean, come on,” he said while raising his hands in the air and moving them up and down like a triple beam balance, “me, Tom, me, Tom. Me? Tom?” A smirk grew across Tom’s lips as he tipped his side of Robert’s imaginary scale upward.

“Tom,” he said with a smile as his fingers found their way toward (Y/N)’s. As soon as (Y/N) was beginning to grow comfortable in her situation, Tom, Robert, Mark, and Wong were whisked away to help with food set up, leaving (Y/N) in the company of Benedict Cumberbatch, AKA Sherlock Holmes, AKA her favorite childhood icon.

“Hello,” he said with a smile and then extending his hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met.” She graciously took his hand in hers and smiled.

“I’m (Y/N),” she said quickly. “I’m visiting Tom today on set--Tom Holland, not Hiddleston, but if you know where he is I wouldn’t mind visiting him either,” she laughed anxiously. To her surprise, Benedict began to laugh as well.

“You’re Tom’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” he said in realization and slight surprise. (Y/N) nodded. “How did you meet? I know he told me you were a fan.” (Y/N) bit her lip and swallowed hard before speaking.

“I flew out to LA for Comic Convention and there was a mixup with my hotel rooms. They gave me the wrong key and wrong room number and it ended up being Tom’s room. Oddly enough I was at the convention to meet him in the first place.

“Funny how things worked out,” Benedict smiled.

“Yeah,” she said hesitantly.

“He speaks highly of you, you know?” he continued.

“Does he now?” (Y/N) began to laugh.

“One of the first things he said about you to me was how he tried to introduce you to ‘Sherlock--’”

“And I had seen more episodes than him?” I finished and Benedict nodded with a light grin on his face. “Yeah, I had a teacher in high school who played series one for us in class when we went over induction and deduction. Its’ easily one of my favorite shows.”

“What did you think of the plot line with Mary?” he asked, his voice holding genuine interest toward her opinion. Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Tom returning and hurried to speak before he arrived.

“I enjoyed her character as well as what she brought to both John and Sherlock’s lives, but I also see that, with her past, and with Amanda and Martin splitting, there was no other way for it to end for her than the way it did.”

“I agree,” he smiled as Tom approached. “I love Amanda and I loved working with her and Martin but--and here’s a little slip about the next series--I think John and Sherlock are going to go back to their roots a bit more but still have Mary as a guiding voice for each of them deep down.”

“I knew the conversation would turn to this,” Tom laughed as he came back.

“I don’t want to keep you for very long, but I’d love to talk to you again before you leave,” Benedict said while shaking (Y/N)’s hand in departure. Tom and (Y/N) said their farewells to Benedict and she followed him toward a picnic table to wait for lunch to begin. They were alone for a total of ten seconds before a figure slid in front of them, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Tom, I’ve got you a little something,” he cooed while sliding a tumbler in front of Tom on the table.

“Is this my juice?” Tom laughed.

“Yeah, and there’s a surprise in it this time,” Anthony stated as Tom took a sip. Immediately, Tom’s lips curled as an unexpected burning caused his tastebuds to tingle.

“Thanks,” Tom replied as he adjusted to the alcohol in his cranberry juice.

“Pratt’s idea,” Anthony said as Chris Pratt slid onto the bench beside Anthony, accompanied by Chris Evans, Paul Rudd, and Sebastian Stan. (Y/N) could hardly contain her excitement as she noticed everyone around her: Chris Evans on her left, Tom on her right, and Anthony, Sebastian, Chris Pratt, and Paul across from her, all awaiting lunch to be served, and for some reason, all excited to meet her: a nobody who was lucky enough to be unlucky when it comes to booking hotel rooms.

“We brought one for your lady friend too, if she drinks that sort of thing,” Chris Pratt said and slid a plastic cup in front of (Y/N). She took a quick sip of the ice juice laced with what tasted like rum and then turned her attention back to the group.

“I’m assuming you know us by how much Tom drones on and on about how amazing we are,” Anthony cooed.

“And we pretty much know you from how often Tom talks about (Y/N) this, (Y/N) that,” Sebastian smiled while teasing her boyfriend.

“Now that you’ve met her can you blame me for talking about her so much?” Tom laughed while gesturing toward (Y/N).

“Is it true you’re a super huge fan of the comics and all?” Pratt asked.

“Uh, yeah.” she said hesitantly and then took another sip of her drink.

“Okay, then who’s your favorite superhero?” Chris Evans asked.

“Marvel or DC?” (Y/N) asked in return.

“Both,” Anthony interjected.

“Well for DC it’s Raven, hands down and for Marvel, well as a kid it was Spider-Man; my dad and I would sit down and watch the Tobey McGuire movies all the time, and but once I really got into the comics, I was a fan of the Winter Soldier storyline, but I’ve gotta go with Domino, she’s pretty bad ass,” (Y/N) responded.

“Raven and Domino?” Pratt asked. “Not Star Lord?”

“Or Falcon?” Anthony chimed in.

“I could see you as Domino,” Sebastian said while looking over (Y/N)’s face and a small smile rose.

“But why those two?” Paul asked.

“They’re smart and can out wit anyone and are talented and strong enough to also overpower anyone as well.”

“What even is Domino’s powers?” Tom asked, turning toward his girlfriend as he continued to learn new things about her preferences.

“So long as she makes an attempt to avoid or prevent something, she’s able to. Say if someone was trying to shoot her, if she moves, or makes an attempt to move out of the way, she won’t be hit, no matter what.”

“She’s also super tactically trained,” Sebastian added in (Y/N)’s favor.

“That too,” (Y/N) said while taking another sip to cool her as the Atlanta heat overcame the air.

“And why Raven?” Tom asked.

“She’s easily the most powerful and most bad ass character in all of the DC universe!” (Y/N) couldn’t control her excitement while talking to superheroes about superheroes. “She’s half demon, has the ability to wield dark magic for good purposes, has basically no weaknesses, and mental powers are always more powerful and stronger than physical abilities.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Tom tried to argue.

“My point was proven in Civil War. No one could touch Vision besides Wanda--the only Avenger to have a mental ability rather than a physical one. She singlehandedly fucked everyone up in Age of Ultron too,” (Y/N) defended.

“You really know your stuff, huh?” Chris Evans said with a hint of admiration.

“Don’t even get her started on Batman,” Tom murmured as food was slowly being placed in front of everyone.

“What’s wrong with Batman?” Anthony asked, leading Tom to groan and grab (Y/N)’s hand tightly in his.

“Please don’t do this,” he begged her.

“Why, what’s so wrong with Batman?” Anthony pushed as Tom glared at him.

“My best mate, Harrison, couldn’t talk to her for a week after she tore down every argument supporting Batman as being a superhero.”

“That’s because he’s not a superhero,” (Y/N) interrupted.

“Here we go,” Tom grumbled and then laughed. “Do you see what you did Anthony?”

“Wait, I want to hear this!” Sebastian said from across the table and then extended his arms to silence everyone and gave (Y/N) his full attention. “Please, go on,” he smiled and gestured for her to continue talking.

“There’s nothing about him that makes him ‘super.’ He has no ‘super’ human or advanced qualities about him.”

“He knows almost every form of martial arts,” Anthony countered.

“That doesn’t make him a super hero. It makes him a master of martial arts. Batman is nothing more than a person who knows things and has money. There is nothing about him that makes him ‘super.’”

“Then what’s the difference between him and Tony Stark or Clint Barton?” Paul asked.

“Clint know’s he’s a marksman and ex-spy. He may be a hero, but he know’s he’s not a ‘super’ hero. I try to avoid the Tony Stark argument because it goes both ways: you can say the arc reactor is something that makes him ‘super’ because it’s keeping him alive, but then again, it was developed by him: billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist; notice ‘superhero’ isn’t on the list.”

“Okay, then what about Black Widow?” Sebastian asked while leaning over the table and facing (Y/N).

“Trick question,” she muttered while mimicking his position. “How else would someone born in 1928 look like their only 29 in the year 2017? She received a similar variation of the Super Soldier Serum used on Steve and Bucky--which also explains how Bucky trained her in the Red Room.”

“Leading to their subsequent relationship,” Sebastian stated.

“Which the movies have been subtly hinting at.”

“Damn, you two are fucking nerds,” Anthony laughed as he and Tom agreed on something while laughing at Sebastian and (Y/N)’s back and forth.

“I told you guys not to get her going,” Tom laughed and then put his hand on (Y/N)’s leg as he looked at her with pride and admiration. The group continued talking as they ate their way through lunch. Conversation fluttered between comics, movies, books, and other things of entertainment, to (Y/N)’s degree in school, her and Tom recounting the story of how they met, and even bringing up the fact that Chris Pratt and Paul Rudd had worked together already, which lead Pratt into the scene where Ben, Andy, Tom, and Jerry were trying to make a negative ad about the Bobby Newport campaign. Sebastian, Anthony, and (Y/N) all joined in with him at Paul’s expense and toward the end of their meal, (Y/N) was more reluctant to leave than she was hesitant to arrive. Anthony forced Tom to promise to bring (Y/N) around more often and even invited the couple out with the rest of the cast that night, saying that bringing (Y/N) with Tom was the only way he would be allowed at the grown up’s table.

Knowing that (Y/N) was more than likely exhausted, Tom took her back to his trailer to rest where she was unable to stop thanking him for the amazing day and repeatedly telling him over and over how he was the best boyfriend and most amazing best friend anyone could ask for, and that she was so fortunate to have met him, let alone grow close to him in the way they have become with one another.

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