#tom hiddleston imagine
You look like you are on your way to get a pumpkin spice latte with the rest of your basic bitch friends, in your UGGs. But at least it is that new sweater. @tom-hiddlestons-journal
When Loki said those words he knew it wouldn’t change anything - it wasn’t his intention neither. Althought he was going to jail, he knew himself and probably he would trace a plan to escape. Nevertheless, if he did, he wouldn’t have the chance to be with you. Probably that was the last time you saw him as Loki, so it was now or never.
“How long have you felt this way?” you asked, nervousness running all across your veins at the sound of his voice.
Loki smiled sadly, trying to hide the emotion of his real feelings. ”Years.” he replied.
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Rush - Tom Hiddleston (Chapter 25)
Summary:Chapter 25 of Rush - Tom Hiddleston (check warnings please)
here is my main masterlist,my ao3,
Pairings:Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader, a few original characters. Warnings:angst, fluff, mentions of guns, mentions hospitals, wounds, character death, kind of gorey, canon level violence.
A.N: i’m in tears this is the last chapter, i can’t believe i’m posting this, i hope all of you reading will enjoy this chapter.
Words: 5374
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> 1800 Hours (6 PM)
“No.”
“I am not asking or taking your word into consideration.”
“You promised.”
“Promises require honesty.”
“W-What?”
“You haven’t been honest, just because I covered for you in front of your brother and the others does not mean, that I am all okay about you being some secret sort of mob boss.”
“Tom… It’s not like that, I—,”
“Just get into the other ambulance, Y/N, I can’t act anymore.”
“Is this some kind of ploy to get me away?”
“No.”
“Are we going to talk about this reasonably?”
Tom doesn’t reply, she turns retreating toward her designated ambulance.
OMG OMG OMG THIS WAS JUST-
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL REALMS OF WRITING RUSH HAS 2025 HITS ON AO3?????????
man this fanfic is so special to me because i ventured back into writing fiction with it and fell back in love with story writing.
i have actual tears, thank you to everyone who has read Rush on here and on AO3
thank you
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Loki Collaborative Spotify fan-playlist!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of Loki!
I already added a few songs in there to start it out!
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them, remind you of them or just songs you want to share with the fandom!
There’s only 2 rules!
• don’t spam songs from an album or artist. Since i can’t see the difference between you and a spam bot these songs will be deleted from the playlist! (A few songs of the same artist/albyn are obviously not spam. Just don’t add like 10+ after eachother)
• if you personally don’t like a song someone else added DO NOT delete it! Remember that it’s not just your playlist, but a playlist for every Loki fan to enjoy!
Texts from Tom Hiddleston
28. A Break in Routine
Your drunken night with Tom and the resulting rejection completely undid any healing that had happened over the previous weeks. Now you were back to square one: unable to eat, or sleep, or think. This time was different though. You couldn’t help but feel a little angry. Yes, you were the first one to reach out after your initial breakup, but not only was he the one to initiate the following two conversations, he was the one to come over to your house, uninvited, and start kissing you. It wasn’t until he got to come inside you one last time before he decided to tell you he never wanted to see you or speak to you ever again. You knew he was hurting too, but you still felt used and discarded.
When you told Chelsea what happened, she took it pretty well, all things considered.
So you had to do it all again— the crying, the endless hobbies, the television embargo, the pretending you weren’t dying inside when you were at work— and eventually the sharp pain in your chest turned to a dull ache. After roughly a month and half, it was no longer crippling, but still really fucking annoying. By then you had settled into a routine that left you absolutely no time for thinking or drinking, because you didn’t trust yourself with either of those tasks. You’d get up, make some coffee, and take your dogs for a walk. Then you’d go to work, pretend you had no personal connections to any of your students or their families, come home, take your dogs out again, cook some complicated meal for the sole purpose of distraction, learn a new crochet stitch, and then go to sleep with the aid of some mild sedatives. The weekends were pretty much the same, except instead of working, you’d take on some massive and highly unnecessary project around the house in a feeble attempt to get rid of the ghost of your dead relationship.
Despite your religious routine, however, you woke up one day feeling off and you couldn’t put your finger on what it was. You dragged yourself out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, thinking to yourself that you might need an extra cup of coffee today if this keeps up. You started the coffee maker and fed your dogs, wondering if their food always smelled this strong. The coffee maker beeped and you poured yourself a cup. Does coffee go bad? Why did it smell like that? You took a sip, and the second you swallowed, you gagged. You thought it was a one-off, but then you felt your stomach lurch and you ran to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet. What the fuck? You thought about what you had eaten in the last 24 hours, but came up with nothing that would have given you food poisoning, and anyway, this didn’t quite feel like food poisoning.
Actually, it was almost like… no. Not possible. You had an IUD. The chances were less than one percent. Granted, you were supposed to have it replaced a couple of months ago, but you knew those things lasted longer than advertised, and you were in no rush after you broke up with Tom. Then you thought about it more. After you got the IUD your periods were much lighter, but you still got them every month. You tried to remember the last time you had your period. It was a couple of months ago, now that you thought about it, before that night with… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk.
You heaved into the toilet once more, then grabbed your keys and ran out the door. You went to the nearest pharmacy, bought 3 different brands of tests, and raced back home, all the while telling yourself that this was crazy and there was no fucking way.
You peed on the three sticks and set a timer on your phone. It was the longest three minutes of your life, during which you started neurotically cleaning your bathroom. When the timer went off, you thought you were going to puke again, this time from nerves. You looked at the tests laid out on your bathroom counter. First one: positive, second one: positive, third one: positive. Shit, shit, shit!
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Texts from Tom Hiddleston
27. Relapse
Warning: more angst, but also some smut
As the weeks went by, you found that while the pain didn’t lessen at all, it was becoming slightly easier to manage. At work you focused all of your energy on being the best teacher you could be, more than you ever had before, and when you weren’t working you were trying out every hobby you could think of. You avoided the TV like the plague after finding out the hard way that every streaming service you were subscribed to had at least one series or film starring your ex boyfriend. There was one night when you made the idiotic mistake of watching the first Thor movie, only to have a total breakdown as soon as Loki made his first appearance on screen.
What you couldn’t avoid, however, was seeing Emma and Annalise every day at work. At least with Emma, you just had to pretend you were fine for a few minutes at drop-off and pick-up. The hardest part was Anna. Why was it that it wasn’t until after the breakup that you truly noticed how much she resembled her uncle? She had the same curls, the same eyes, and the same smile that he did. You did your best not to treat her any differently than the other kids in your class, but your heart broke a little every time she looked at you. Occasionally she would mention her Uncle Tom and you would have to hide your face and blink back the tears starting to pool in your eyes.
Then one day, she said something about him that actually made you laugh. Your first instinct was to text him and tell him about it, but you didn’t know if you should. What if he hated you and never wanted to hear from you again? What if it reopened wounds that weren’t even barely starting to heal yet? Then again, what if talking to each other again was exactly what you needed to be able to heal properly; to learn how to just be friends again? You grappled with yourself all day over it until you were lying awake in bed, and by some stroke of either bravery or stupidity, you decided to text him.
Despite the inevitable tears that streaked across your face, you smiled to yourself as you set your phone down. Yes, it was awkward, and yes, he didn’t exactly seem ecstatic to hear from you, but at least for a moment it felt like normal again, giving you hope that maybe he could still be a part of your life, however small that part may be.
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As excited as Tom was to hear from you again, he attempted to play it cool. After all, it wasn’t like you were getting back together, you were just trying to reach out to him as a nice gesture— at least that was what he was going to tell himself.
Following your conversation, he decided he wouldn’t text you again unless you messaged him first. Given that he was now busy working again, he figured it was a reasonable goal. However, only a few days passed until he couldn’t resist any longer.
Tom was incredibly distracted through that evening’s rehearsal. Why did you still affect him like this? Eventually the director called it for the night, and Tom, not wanting to go home just yet, invited everyone to go out for drinks.
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Your conversation with Tom that day made you annoyingly giddy. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was supposed to be you and Tom salvaging your friendship, and nothing more. After about an hour of trying not to think too hard about it, you conceded to having a few beers while attempting to take another stab at your latest hobby for a distraction. Four beers and three crochet tutorials later, you got a text from none other than the man from whom you were trying to distract yourself.
You were in the middle of typing that you were glad he was getting home safely when you heard a knock on your door. Your heart stopped. It couldn’t be…
You opened the door, and Tom grabbed your face and kissed you, desperately. Your mind went blank in an instant as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same desperation. It was sloppy and rough, and you both smelled like alcohol, but you didn’t care. You quickly rid him of his shirt and he did the same for you, immediately grabbing your tits as you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Then he lifted your legs up, hooked them around his waist, and carried you to the sofa. He laid you down on your back and pulled your shorts and panties off as quickly as he could before settling between your legs and kissing and biting your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair and moaned into his ear. He sat up briefly to pull his erection out of his pants, then lined himself up with your dripping pussy while he brought his face back down to yours. He kissed you hard on the lips as he pushed his cock into you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. His thrusts were hard and fast, slamming into you while you both gasped and moaned. It didn’t take long at all before you felt your climax crash over you. “Oh fuck, baby! Oh god, yes!” you cried. He moaned your name in response and you felt his cock throb as he came deep inside of you.
You stayed like that for a moment, both panting, with his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes closed. “Fuck,” he huffed as he pulled out of you and quickly stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. You sat up and looked at him concerned.
“Tom,” is all you said. You honestly didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” he said quietly, not looking at you.
“I know,” you replied timidly. “We shouldn’t have let this happen.”
He picked up his shirt and put it on, still not looking at you. “I don’t just mean the sex,Y/N. I need to get over you, and I can’t do that if we keep talking like we have been.”
Your eyes began to sting as they welled up with tears. “But I need you in my life, Tom, even if it’s just a text here and there. I can’t lose you so completely like that.”
He was halfway to the door when he stopped and looked over his shoulder, but his eyes still didn’t meet yours. “And I can’t keep letting you break my heart over and over like this.” And with that, he left.
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Texts from Tom Hiddleston
26. Aftermath
As the sun came up on Sunday morning, mere hours after his final text to you, Tom simply stared out the window from where he lay in bed. For the second night in a row, he hadn’t slept. Bobby jumped up onto the bed and nudged Tom’s arm with his nose, hoping to go for a run.
“Sorry, old boy. Not today,” Tom said flatly, tears rolling down his face. Bobby simply laid down next to him, letting out a small whine as he did so. Tom turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He had no idea how he was going to get through this. He’d been through many breakups before, but none of them felt like this. His chest felt like it might crack in half, he had no interest in eating despite hardly eating anything the day before, and just getting out of bed felt like a monumental task. When his phone chirped on the bedside table, he jumped and grabbed it as fast as he could, hoping it was you. It wasn’t. When he saw it was a group message from his sisters, he almost turned his phone off, not wanting to talk to anyone, but he knew that if he didn’t respond, they might come looking for him, and he just couldn’t bear to be around anyone today.
So it was settled. Today he would wallow in self-pity, and tomorrow he would force himself to get out of bed, call his agent, and get back to work— the only thing he could think of that could possibly distract him from the pain of losing you.
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You called in sick to work that Monday. Seeing as though you hadn’t slept in days and you couldn’t stop crying, you didn’t think it would be wise to be supervising small children. You also wanted to give yourself one more day to prepare yourself for seeing Emma and Annalise, because the next time you saw them you had to pretend that you hadn’t just shattered your own heart over Emma’s very own brother— that you hadn’t just shattered his as well.
Fuck. You didn’t know what was killing you more, the fact that you couldn’t be with him, or the memory of his face when you first told him that you needed to end things. You were in constant conflict with yourself. You would find yourself wanting to take it back, thinking nothing was worth this excruciating pain, but then reminding yourself that it was for the best, for the sake of him, for his family, as well as for your job. The pain would pass. God, you hoped it would pass. You didn’t know how long you could take it…
It wasn’t long after you called in sick that Chelsea texted you.
You were never more thankful that Chelsea knew about you and Tom than in that moment. You didn’t know how you would get through this without some help.
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Texts from Tom Hiddleston
25. Closure
I’m so sorry for more angst, but it’s short at least, and I’m hoping to be able to update again soon!
Long after Tom had stormed out of your house, when you were finally able to pick yourself up off of the floor, you decided to spend the night on your couch, unable to bring yourself to even look at the bed in which you had spent so many nights with Tom. Of course, you couldn’t sleep anyway. Your heart actually, physically ached and you kept replaying the events of the last two days over and over in your head. You wanted nothing more than to run to Tom and tell him you were wrong, cry to him as he held you in his arms… but as far as you could see, you weren’t wrong, and you couldn’t keep doing this to him, or yourself for that matter. The only thing you could do right now is try to talk to him again, hope that he could see your side, and give you both some closure. You knew hearing his voice would only make this harder, so you texted him.
As he lay in bed, staring at your message with tears spilling onto his pillow, Tom thought about what you said. You had a point. It was getting harder and harder to conceal his relationship with you, and watching you struggle with your anxiety was even more difficult for him than anything else. For a moment, he wished the two of you had been caught, because then you would no longer have a reason not to be together, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he was the reason you lost your dream job. He thought about this for a long time and just cried. There really was no other way.
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… Cuddling with Tom after a hard day at work.
… Tom defending you from fans attacking you after the two of you go public about your relationship.
… Moving in with Tom and adopting a cat and playing with them and Bobby.
… getting stood up by your date at the same restaurant Tom happens to be eating. he had been watching you all night and after a hour of seeing you sit alone, slowly sadder, he asked if he could join you. what started out as a bad night, turned into a first amazing date of many.
Imagine Loki saying whatever he can to force Y/N to break up with him. Even though it kills him.
Masterlist
Bucky Barnes
Wont Stop: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
Tom Holland
Long Nights, Hidden Thoughts: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six
Peter Parker
Chris Evans
With Me: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven
Steve Rogers
Tom Hiddleston
Christmas Love: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four
Loki
Little Bird: Chapter One Chapter Two
Little Bird Mini: 1
Bruce
T”Challa
Tony Stark
Blurred Lines: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter FourChapter Five Chapter Six
(Un)Broken:Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
Pregnant:Chapter One Chapter Two
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Whisper in the Shadows ➳ Tom Hiddleston [chapter two]
➳summary: Behind the silver screen, he seized the world by storm with his crystalline blue orbs and adoring accent, his acting abilities bringing the audience to laughter, anger, or tears. Behind the screen of her laptop, she took the world by storm with her penmanship that captured the attention of her adoring crowd across the world. What happens when Tom and this exquisite author find themselves communicating, yet somehow falling in love, without her ever discovering his true identity? What begins as friendship and sweet messages turns into both of them contemplating their every move, vying for the other’s hand. Their friends around them say they’re outlandish to do this, but when this young woman’s whispers are so loud within the shadows of her pages, that the echoes of her screams can be heard through every line she writes, Tom has to do something about it. But when their identities are uncovered at an unexpected event and the revelation is made…Can they find the fairytale ending that they both had been longing for, for so long?
➳ inspired by THIS ASK
➳pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Author!Female!Reader
➳warnings: will feature heavy angst, divorce, smut, slow burn, pining for one another, strangers to lovers, mentions of abuse (verbal/physical)
➳ || Whisper in the Shadows PLAYLIST||MASTERLIST||
➳ CHAPTER TWO
Love was a tricky thing.
Love made you do crazy things.
Love made you see the best in people when they could oftentimes be the worst.
Love blinded the eyes but unveiled the heart.
Love, from the wrong person, is bitter. It’s chaotic. It’s tragic. It’s obsessive. It’s toxic.
Love, from the right person, it’s splendor. It’s beautiful. It’s lively. It’s adoration. It’s healthy.
When could I find a love like that?
Those words from Whisper in the Shadows by this author, annavixen92, had Tom’s head swirling. From the moment he clicked on the first chapter, he was suddenly pulled into a world unknown to him, a world that featured Serenity Fields and Dawson Brewington.
Tom was used to Shakespeare, those classic romance novels, the Jane Austen kind, the ones that when it sucked him into an alternate universe, he could spend hours reading with no end in sight. Normally, discovering a modern story such as Whisper in the Shadows would cause him to step away. But this writing – there was something so different about it.
Whoeverannavixen92 was, she was a mastermind and her words had Tom wrapped up. Tom was so enthused with reading this love story that centered on Serenity’s life slipping through her fingertips as she encounters a rough divorce before she uncovered the likes of Dawson, this daring and abject man with a turbulent past who sometimes pushed Serenity out of his path, only to uncover a passionate love unlike neither had ever experienced before. Tom had been woken up by Luke shaking him and discovered his phone was screen-first against his chest.
“Geez, Tom. Did you stay up all night?” The publicist laughed at the sight of his best friend’s blonde curls a mess and his blue orbs filled with sleep.
“What time is it?” Tom asked, rubbing his eyes and quickly untangling his frame from the sheets.
“Just after 7:30,” Luke responded.
Tom nodded and pressed on with a yawn. “I’ll go ahead and get ready,” He assured Luke who showed him a generous smile. Leaving him alone, Tom looked around the room and scratched his face. Unlocking his phone, he saw that he was on chapter five of twenty-five. Part of him wished he didn’t have to handle meetings this morning. He would love nothing more than to stay inside all day and soak his crystalline eyes on the screen of his phone as annavixen92 submerged him in her world that was Serenity and Dawson.
But he knew that was useless to contemplate. He had work to take care of, with leisure time following after his duties were completed. Heading for the bathroom after putting his phone on charge, he couldn’t help but reflect on Serenity’s description of love. Whomever this author was, Tom realized they spoke nothing but the truth, even if it came out in a twisted and heart-wrenching manner. But that was sometimes the best way to expose oneself.
As Tom washed his hair, he recalled the beautiful detail of Serenity. A sweet and young woman who had her lively nature snatched from her through the lies of her ex-husband, Tristan. Serenity was in the midst of a battle with this putrid ex-husband as they went through the motions of a messy divorce, until Tristan’s best friend, Dawson Brewington entered the picture. A dark-haired male with tattoos and a tragic past of his own. He despised the man who he claimed as a ‘best friend’ for so many years once he stumbles across the beloved Serenity.
Dawson understood he wasn’t to interfere with a husband and wife who were separated and undergoing a divorce, but there was something so crystal clear about Serenity, that Dawson couldn’t stay away. Tom could feel the strength that resonated from Dawson’s dominant character and his heartfelt feelings toward Serenity, although he was skeptical of binding himself to a woman who shouldn’t be touched by him.
It was all Tom could think about, from the moment he finished his shower, to the second he got dressed, and all the way downstairs when he made it to the waiting car that came to pick him and Luke up.
While he was on his way to conduct business, little did he know that the gorgeous author was halfway across the world in Tennessee, struggling to breathe.
“Can you do anythingright?”Your boss, a disgusting gentleman by the name of Pierce asked you as he spat in your face. “There are three tables waiting for your lousy service! Geez, you go through a divorce, and suddenly, you’re damaged goods. No wonder Trent left. I would’ve run a longtime ago, too!” He pushed past you, knocking the things out of your hands.
A gasp cut from your throat as you stood there, tears threatening to spill. It was another night at Mallory’s, and of course, you were thrown to the wolves. Everything in your world seemed to flip upside down. Struggling to find balance, you bit down on your lip until you nearly drew blood.
Across the room tucked away in the corner was Stephanie Wilson. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and glanced at you. “I’ve got you,” She looked at you. “Go to the walk-in, take a breather,”
Your eyes cut up at her.
“Stephanie, I can’t ask you to,” – “This isn’t you asking me, this is me telling you,” She hurriedly reached up and grabbed your shoulders. She could see the panic written on your face. “You’re seconds away from a breakdown. Your mental health? Far more important than pleasing Pierce’s ass,”
You sniffled, your chest tightening. Stephanie pulled you in for a quick hug. “Go,”She told you again. You nodded and hurried out of the kitchen and toward the back where the walk-in fridge was. Pulling the door open and sealing yourself in, the cold air hit your lungs and you gasped at the feel.
Immediately, your shoulders started to shake as the cry exploded. Leaning against the wired racks of the inside, your forehead rested against your arm as your tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Everything seemed to be getting worse.While Trent was trying to plaster you as the cheating one in your marriage, it was never you. It was always him. He played his cards to make you out to be the abusive wife who hurt him, whereas the story was turned the other way around.
You still had scars and fresh bruises to prove it. His nights when he returned home, absolutely drunk and ready to brawl. He slapped you, kicked you, punched you. He did everything and anything he could that brought you to the ground. It took everything you could just to get a restraining order against him as you two worked through the divorce, although you were assured he had moved on with the woman he cheated on you with.
The cries robbed you of your feelings, constant pain and agony coursing through your body to the point you felt like you were going to be sick.What felt like hours had only been a couple of minutes when the door to the walk-in opened. A waiter, Ben Carter, stopped in his tracks.
“O-oh, I’m sorry,” He said, closing the door, but you shook your head and wiped your eyes.
“No, Ben, it’s fine,” You sniffled and stepped out. “I’m the one who should be sorry,” You whispered and hurried away before any more questions could be asked. When you came around the corner, Pierce rolled his eyes.
“Hiding on the job? Keep that up, and you’re getting your check cut short again,” He snarled.
Hissing, you squeezed your eyes shut.
“Pierce, I think you’reway out of line here,” Stephanie cleared her throat. “Should I make a phone call to Samantha? I bet she would love to hear how awful her supposed favorite manager treats employees in her absence,”
Pierce’s eyes widened, his jaw falling open. “You wouldn’t dare,”He narrowed his eyes on Stephanie.
She cocked an eyebrow, clearly willing to test the theory.
Pierce glanced between you and Stephanie.
“If you can’t function here, then just go home,” He huffed under his breath and disappeared. Stephanie turned to look at you.
“Go home and get some sleep… Your bags are starting to get bags, sweetie,” She said, cracking a small smile, one that actually made youchuckle.
“Thank you,” You whispered. Stephanie smiled.
“I’ll be over later, okay? Maybe try and write. You always do best at this time anyway,” She laughed genuinely.
You offered her another softened, yet teary-eyed smile. Once you clocked out and grabbed a drink, you made the walk toward your car. The beat-up sedan was squealing as the brakes were in dire need of a change, you were positive the filters in the car needed to be checked, and you were nearly on E on the gas hand. But when money was tight because Trent ensured to clean everything out of your bank account before he left, you were living paycheck to paycheck, and even that wasn’t enough.
The drive to your apartment was filled with that same silence, but thankfully no rainstorm appeared. You were grateful to see the apartment for the first time.
When you made it inside and changed into more comfortable clothes that were not your black-on-black waitress outfit, you headed for your laptop.
The moment you opened it, a blank page for twenty-six of Serenity and Dawson’s story met your eyes.
Gulping, that’s when your fingers started to run freely.
“This rollercoaster that is my life has unexpectedly derailed and I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on before I hit the ground.”
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Whisper in the Shadows || MASTERLIST
➳summary: Behind the silver screen, he seized the world by storm with his crystalline blue orbs and adoring accent, his acting abilities bringing the audience to laughter, anger, or tears. Behind the screen of her laptop, she took the world by storm with her penmanship that captured the attention of her adoring crowd across the world. What happens when Tom and this exquisite author find themselves communicating, yet somehow falling in love, without her ever discovering his true identity? What begins as friendship and sweet messages turns into both of them contemplating their every move, vying for the other’s hand. Their friends around them say they’re outlandish to do this, but when this young woman’s whispers are so loud within the shadows of her pages, that the echoes of her screams can be heard through every line she writes, Tom has to do something about it. But when their identities are uncovered at an unexpected event and the revelation is made…Can they find the fairytale ending that they both had been longing for, for so long?
➳ inspired by THIS ASK
➳pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Author!Female!Reader
➳warnings: will feature heavy angst, divorce, smut, slow burn, pining for one another, strangers to lovers, mentions of abuse (verbal/physical)
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YouasYourself
Tom HiddlestonasHimself
Amanda SeyfriedasStephanie Wilson
Robert Scott Wilsonas Trent Holloway
Little White Lies Reimagined ➳ Chapter One
➳summary: Maddie Pine thought she had her life figured out. She was pursuing her lifelong dream of becoming an artist, she had her two best friends Tom and Elena, and she was set to marry her college on-again, off-again boyfriend, Drake. But like everything in Maddie’s life, it never came easy. As the thunder clouds build overhead, a hurricane erupts when Maddie catches her fiancé cheating on her. Devastated and forced to cancel her weekend getaway with her and Tom’s families, Maddie’s unsure if she can carry on with her life… Until six months later, she receives an invitation to her ex-fiancéandcousin’s wedding extravaganza. Tom, the only man in this world who knows her inside and out, devises a plan to throw it back in the enemy’s face. He suggests that he and Maddie fake date for the wedding. But the night of the rehearsal dinner, Tom suddenly pushes the envelope a little too far and informs everyone that he and Maddie aren’t just dating, but they’re engaged.With both families ecstatic, Maddie and Tom are caught in the lies they tell to make their story believable… It’s all fun and games until you’re suddenly falling head over heels in love with your best friend, a promise you vowed to keep so many years ago. Join Maddie and Tom as they ride the waves of the ocean they’ve created and hopefully succeed in their escapade. Because if not… they’ll never be the same.
➳ a retelling of LITTLE WHITE LIES||LWL Reimagined Masterlist ||
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01.SHOOT TO THRILL
SEPTEMBER 19, 2009
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
Saturday. Sunny. Not a cloud in the sky. Work calls.
“Hey, Maddie, could you arrange the paints that came in this morning?” Elena Johnson, Maddie’s longtime best friend and current boss, requested of her with a smile. Quickly glancing up at her from the stack of bins in her small hands, Maddie nodded her head.
Maddie had been working at Michaels Arts and Crafts store since she turned fifteen. She was currently an art student attending an actual art school. Maddie was grateful enough to her beloved parents for helping out, but more so to herself that a full-ride scholarship was granted to her for her artistic abilities.
Always maintaining a gift for sketches, painting, and everything art-related, it truly was Maddie’s calling and passion. Despite her aunt and uncle’s critical spurts at Thanksgiving and Christmas when the relatives got together.
One question Maddie always heard from dear Grandma Stella was:
“Why don’t you do like your sweet cousin, Hannah, and become a nurse?”
The most straightforward answer without causing a war: Maddie liked to paint.
Hannah didn’t have one innovative bone in her body. Her voice croaked as though she had a frog lodged in it, she believed Shakespeare was the name of a vessel that sailed across America, and she stumbles over her own feet.
She was gifted with good looks and nice hair, but again, nothing else.
So how she got into nursing school was beyond Maddie’s understanding.
There was no way in hell Maddie would allow Hannah Lucas to stick her with a needle.
Placing her things to the side, Maddie rescued her iPod Touch out of the pocket of her blue skinny jeans, soon scrambling to gather her earbuds.
“You were not tangled when I put you in my pocket!” Maddie hissed under her breath. It was as though they came alive in the darkness of her pocket, tangling their wires together into a tiny little knot. Maddie wondered if gremlins lived within the depths of her pockets and generated this distress. Toiling, Maddie persisted to unravel them as she made her way toward the back of the store that held the unorganized paints.
By the time Maddie reached her destination, she let out an “Aha!”to which a customer heard her, quickly peeking at the young worker. Maddie glanced back at her, seeing the artificial arrangement of flowers cradled in her hands. Lilies. Quick, what goes good with fake lilies?
“Those would look great paired with roses,” Maddie relaxed her hands on her hips in an endeavor to appear somewhat experienced. The woman averted her eyes to the flowers in hand, clearly not wanting to associate herself with an eighteen-year-old female who was held victorious untwisting her earbuds…
Folding her head down in humiliation, her cheeks burned red. Maddie quickly pushed the earbuds inside her ears and pressed shuffle on the iPod.
InstantlyDONTTRUSTMEby 3OH!3 came on. Maddie was suddenly grinning to herself, observing as the customer who scrutinized her amusingly darted down another aisle. Pushing her hips in circles, Maddie dropped herself to the ground and started sorting through the container of paints. It was a box full of acrylics, varying in a rainbow of colors.
As the music wafted through her ears, Maddie found herself humming. Gathering up a few bottles at a time, she wandered over to the shelves and lined them in neatly. The song played through and she was awkwardly dancing back and forth to it. It reminded her of all those cheesy dances she went to in junior high, which normally ended with someone getting drunk because their parents weren’t home and the party was moved there.
Elena had no issue with Maddie listening to music when it came to stocking, so long as it didn’t interfere with her helping customers.
Yet Maddie wasn’t anticipating being caught red-handed and ultimately mortified. Her dark hair flowed in its messy ponytail as she exploded with the raunchy lyrics.
Maddie piped the explicit words under her breath, not acknowledging her voice was carrying its way across the store. Her salacious dance had begun to transform into swaying hip gestures that would have her mother’s jaw striking the ground every time she trekked over to gather acrylic paints from the box. With that being said, she never saw himcoming.
Rotating into a circle, she shut her eyes and resumed the ill-sounding verse that was so freeing to sing, until she opened her eyes to see someone standing there.
“AHHHHH!”Maddie unexpectedly found herself colliding into someone’s chest. A hard chest at that.
Maddie yanked the earbuds out, the music still playing rather loudly.
“I am so sorry,” The voice said. It was velvety, delicate, and belonged to a guy. “But 3OH!3?”
And he had an accent?
Pause.
Did he just scorn her music selection?
Gradually, Maddie peeled her eyes away from the floor and peeked up. Clothed in a t-shirt and jeans, he had the curliest blonde hair and a pair of lovely eyes.
“Are you alright?” He asked Maddie, catching her bottles of acrylic paint on the floor to which he quickly bent down and helped her to pick up. Once they had them all nestled back into the box, Maddie breathed out a sigh.
“Yeah, curls. Thanks,” Maddie suppressed a laugh, his eyes flickering when she referred to him as curls. “Also, don’t hate on 3OH!3.” She pointed an index finger at him before continuing. “Um, is there something I can help you with?”
He grinned softly, licking his lips.
“I assume you also belt out the lyrics to My First Kiss, don’t you? But yeah, I was actually going to see if you could point me in the direction of painting. I’ve decided to participate in the activity.” He looked at Maddie who studied his face, pondering where his accent hailed from.
“Ireland?” Maddie questioned.
He narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“Australia, wait, no. Hold on, I have to run through my countries.”
The man tipped his head to the side. “What are you - Wait. You seriously can’t tell from the accent?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“England!” Maddie cried.
“Atta girl,” He chuckled.
“Do you really love tea and is the weather the only thing you like to talk about?” Maddie threw out stereotypes. “And why do you call fries chips? A chip comes in a Lays bag.” She jabbered on to the stranger. That was her character trait. Maddie could befriend anyone, but something about the way he looked at her deliriously only added a comical element to the plain.
“Darling, if I’m not mistaken, you just stereotyped me. Hard.” He breathed out.
Maddie inhaled sharply. “Whoa, ‘darling’, already? I don’t even know your name.” She laughed. “But no, I’m just picking fun at you… Except for the chips and fries debate, that one still confuses me.”
He persisted to look at Maddie, blinking a few times as he analyzed her face.
“I’mTom, by the way. Hiddleston.” He presented her with his largehand.
Maddie beamed. “Who names their kid Tom by the way Hiddleston?” She blinked.
Tom gazed at this beautiful woman and that was when the two of them began laughing.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m Madelyn Pine, but please never call me Madelyn, unless I’m in trouble. Stick to Maddie if you want to see another day. Now really, I need to act like I’m doing my job. What can I do for you, Tom?”
He looked back at the painting supplies. “As I said, I want to try my hand at painting. I can act, somewhat sing, might as well add to the list… and maybe I’m trying to come up with an idea for a Christmas gift for my mom.”
“Christmas gift in September?” Maddie giggled.
Tom stared at her with his own chuckle. “If I’m horrible at it, I need to get some practice in beforehand.” He told her with a small smile.
Nodding, Maddie understood. “Do you want me to show you the supplies or would you like lessons?”
Tom’s eyes flickered wildly with curiosity at her suggestion.
“Lessons sound intriguing.”
Maddie bit her lip. “Here,” She smiled and pulled a pen out of her pocket. Grabbing Tom’s hand, she scribbled her number down on his palm. “This is my number… And this is what time my class starts tomorrow.”
Tom looked at Maddie and she smiled softly. “I’m an art student at the New York School of Art. I’ve been painting since I was six. Might I add, I’m pretty good. So I can show you a thing or two. Quite possibly, I could have you ready to paint a gift for Mumbefore Christmas.” She winked, bringing Tom to roll his eyes at the pronunciation of ‘mom’.
“You don’t rest, do you?” He asked her.
Maddie shook her head. “Nope, and if you want these lessons, you’ll have to deal with it.”
His smile spread wide across his face. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
Maddie nodded, giving back the smile. “Wait, did I hear you say you act? I swear you have a face that’s reallyfamiliar.”
Tom chuckled. “A few things here and there, yeah. Now just waiting for the breakthrough, I presume.” He sighed.
Maddie smiled. “With those curls? You should get something.” She giggled. “How old are you?” Suddenly she asked.
Tom narrowed his eyes. “How old do I look?”
Contemplating, Maddie made a noise with her mouth as she surveyed him. Walking around him, Tom let out a laugh.
“Twenty…” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Three.”
Tom smirked. “Five years off, Love… Do better,”
Ten-year age difference. Not too bad. Her mother may be a little wary, but that’s only if she found out. Until then, Maddie wouldn’t let him think it was okay.
“That is disgusting. You are ancient.” Maddie stuck her tongue out at him.
He gasped. “How old are you?!”
“Eighteen!”
“A child!” Tom cried out.
Maddie and Tom exchanged a stare before they both busted into a fit of giggles.
He checked the time on his watch and sighed. “Alright, Maddie. I’ll let you get back to work. But I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
Maddie smiled and nodded her head.
“See you tomorrow, Curly Fry.” She sighed, already pinning him with a nickname that had him blushing.
MAY 21, 2021
HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA
The wind whipped through Maddie’s dark curls, the top down on the newly purchased Jaguar. With a grey exterior with red-hot seats, she felt like a primetime babe sitting behind the wheel of the convertible. Sunglasses covered her green eyes, Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC blasting. Weaving in and out of traffic, she watched as he grabbed the door handle.
“Darling,do you even know how fast you’re going?!” Maddie’s best friend of twelve years, Tom Hiddleston, exclaimed from the passenger’s seat of the car. Maddie let out a bellowing laugh, watching as his short and dirty blonde hair wafted along with the wind, the collar of his button-up nearly flapping.
“Oh, Hiddleston, you LOVE this!” Maddie exclaimed, pulling up at a light. “It was your idea for me to buy a Jag… you did this.” She pointed at him. She gazed down at the engagement ring on her left hand, watching as it dazzled underneath the sunlight.
“Yeah, but I’d also like to make it back to London in one piece.” He looked over at Maddie.
Smiling, Maddie reached out and grabbed his hand, tangling it through hers. “I’ll buy you a drink after this, alright?” She nudged him, knowing the man would never turn down the chance to drink with her.
“Make it a double… or a triple if we make it out of this car alive,” Tom smirked at her gorgeous face.
The duo’s next destination was the wedding dress shop. Maddie’s dress had its final alterations made and she wanted to have it picked up before she flew out to New York.
The time had come again for Maddie and Tom’s families to get together for a small, two-week getaway trip to a location that was randomly chosen… from a hat.
Thrilling, right? Each family member attending would write down their choice and toss it into a hat. Once it came time to plan the trip, the destination would be chosen and everyone would pitch in to pay.
This time, Tom’s mother, Diana, and Maddie’s mother, Amanda, picked together. The two became best friend’s nearly a year after Maddie and Tom did when Diana was adamant about meeting some of the young girl’s family upon her son bringing her home for a weekend in London right as Tom’s first movie, Thor took off, where he played the evil brother of a highly-acclaimed hero with superpowers, whose throne Tom’s character, Loki, was threatening to take over.
Once the two women were in the same room together, they were inseparable.
The destination chosen by Diana and Amanda was Hawaii.
Maddie was very much excited but desperately wanted to get to the bridal shop.
When the light turned green, Tom nearly gripped the sides of the red seats as Maddie lurched forward, practically bypassing everyone.
“Youstill scare the shit out of me,” Tom whispered.
“Hey!Language, Mr. Prim, and Proper!” She smacked his arm.
Tom shook his head. “You do! Love, we need to make it in one piece.Notseveral pieces.”
Giggling, Maddie soon pulled into the parking lot of the dress shop. Closing the top on the grey Jaguar, she and Tom both piled out. But of course, him being dramatic, he bent himself over with his hands on his knees.
“I think I’m going to throw up, darling.” He announced to her.
Maddie walked over to him, rubbing his back. “Aww, poor baby Hiddleston!” She said in a baby voice, making him playfully shove her. “Straighten yourself up. We’ve got work to do.” She winked.
Pushing her way inside, Maddie went up to the desk and was greeted with a friendly smile.
“Hi, I’m Maddie Pine. I’m here to pick up my wedding dress.” She informed her. The receptionist looked between Maddie and Tom, smirking to herself.
“I thought it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride’s dress?”
Maddie and Tom immediately shared a glance. “We’re not together.” They both said at the same time.
The woman glanced at the pair again, quickly laughing. In her mind, she thought of them to be quite adorable. A gentleman with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes paired up with a chestnut beauty with sparkling emeralds. “I’ll let Grace know you’re here, Ms. Pine,”
Maddie quietly thanked her as she turned back around, Tom and she made their way over to the bay window that showcased the glimmering downtown of Hollywood. “Tell me again why you dragged me along to pick up your wedding dress?” He leaned over her shoulder with a whisper.
Laughing, Maddie turned around to face him. “Because someone called and said they were in town… I figured it’d give us some time to catch up. We’ve still got to plan to sit down and watch the first season of Loki together. I’m very excited.” She nudged his side. She was proud of him for everything he had accomplished
Tom chuckled. “Don’t let Drake find out you’re with me,” He whispered.
Scoffing, Maddie rolled her eyes at the mention of her fiancé’s name. “Drake can kiss my ass. He’s just a fiancé, you’re my best friend.”
Tom smiled. “You did meet me first, didn’t you? Anyway, are you sure you want to marry him? Based on that comment, you could care less.”
Heloved giving Maddie hell, not just for Drake, but any guy she had ever dated. It’s how the two functioned. When either of them got themselves tangled up in a relationship, they nitpicked the other’s significant other… Until there were certain ones that they found no flaws in.
“At least my ass didn’t get a song written about them.” Maddie looked up at him, Tom’s mouth falling open.
“You’renever going to let the Swift comments go… are you?”
Maddie shook her head. “I’ll tell your kids about it too.”
Tom rolled his eyes and shoved her.
“You’re just upset I didn’t take you as my date to the Met Gala,” He narrowed his gaze.
Maddie turned around, arms crossed over her chest. “Yeah? If you would’ve taken me, your ass wouldn’t have a hit on the radio,”
Tom glared meanwhile Maddie’s lips pressed into a tight line. But then Maddie snickered, not able to keep a straight face. He wrapped his arm around her and hugged her to his side.
“Darling, I would’ve taken you, had you not been showcasing your newest art piece.”
Sighing, Maddie nodded. “…Which my best friend thought wasn’t as important as the Met Gala”
“Darling!” He groaned. “I was invited!”
Just as Maddie was about to say something more snarky just to irk his nerves, Grace appeared. “Maddie! Hi!” She smiled, then looked at Tom briefly. “Is this the darling groom?”
“Best friend,” Maddie and Tom again said in unison.
Grace quickly nodded, glancing between the two, ushering them back. Maddie reached her hand out and wiggled her fingers, motioning Tom to follow. Once they were nestled in the back, Tom took a seat in the waiting portion while Grace helped Maddie into the gown.
“This dress is stunning, Maddie. The day you purchased it, I had four other brides want the same one.” She informed the bride with a glimmering smile. Maddie giggled lightly, watching as she unzipped the bag. She removed her clothes and was soon placed back into the wedding dress.
Fitting her frame perfectly, it was solid white with beads of lace running across it. The veil Maddie had chosen was long and sparkly. The dress itself was strapless and pushed her chest upwards, giving her an encouraging lift. It hugged her small waist and was a mermaid style at the bottom. Looking at herself in the mirror, Maddie gasped, covering her mouth.
“You look gorgeous,” Grace grasped her shoulders. “Are you going to let the gentleman outside look?”
Nodding, she helped Maddie off of the step.
Making her way out of the small room, Tom’s head picked up. His eyes grew wide, his smile stretching out across his face. Pressing his index finger to his pursed lips, he watched as the gown moved elegantly with each step Maddie took. Stepping onto the platform, she looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
“Darling, you look breathtaking,”Tom announced, standing up. Maddie smiled and watched him come closer, his hands reaching out to grab hers.
Sniffling, Maddie wiped her eyes.
“I figured since you and my dad are giving me away, it was only fitting if my best friend saw it,” Maddie whispered. It was a decision that her father was certainly a part of. Jake Pine encouraged Maddie to ask Tom to walk her down the aisle alongside him, as he and Tom both had been steady men in her life.
The small pain that coursed through Tom’s chest when Maddie mentioned him walking her down the aisle was evident, but he tried to mask it with another smile. He wanted Maddie happy, and if walking her down the aisle to the prick he couldn’t stand made her happy, he’d do it with pride.
“You look gorgeous, love. It’s you in a dress, extra as ever.” Tom laughed, causing Maddie to grin. For a moment, the two of them stared at one another longingly before she ultimately cleared her throat.
“I’m going to take it off… if I don’t, I’ll never want to.” She sighed, turning around to disappear into the back. Tom walked back over to the seat and plopped down, his head falling into his hands.
He was more than ready to get this vacation in Hawaii started, so he could be around everyone. Although he’d have to deal with Maddie’s nuisance of a fiancé, so long as he could see her smile, he would be pleased.
Tom had been told countless times, whether it was from Diana, Emma, Sarah, Chris, or even Ben or Sophie, that he was a fool if he let Maddie get married on December 4th.
But Tom wasn’t about to bust up a relationship that she seemed happy with, all because sometimes he laid in his bed at night, wishing she were there.
Then again, Tom fought himself constantly over the idea of whether or not he and Maddie were meant to be together. Part of him screamed yes, they were a match made from above. Yet the other part of him yelled no. Why? Because their friendship had stood through the test of time, his crazy life, her swirling world, and many scandalous ups and downs that nearly broke them. Maddie adored his life, the liveliness of it, the satisfaction of the fame. She ate up any chance he gave her to be in the spotlight alongside him.
Could they really be together?
Tom was pulled out of his thoughts when Maddie reemerged, the dress in hand.
“Ready?” Maddie smiled at her best friend, the man who had essentially watched her grow up. She was all but eighteen, spunkier than ever, while he was four years away from entering his thirties.
The two balanced the other out, everything falling into place. Tom knew he was hooked on Maddie the moment she made fun of him for being British in that small aisle inside Michaels twelve years ago.
He couldn’t afford to lose her. If he did, he would lose a piece of himself. The woman who has kept him practically grounded. His closest confidant, the person who knew his deepest and darkest secrets, never once passed judgment.
“Yeah,” He smiled, the two of them soon making their way out of the dress shop. Tom grabbed the dress from Maddie’s hands and was headed to put it into the car until she made a sour face.
“What?” He asked, then he realized.
The damn dress wasn’t going to fit.
“You are a dumbass for driving the two seated convertible to get your wedding dress!” Tom exclaimed, making Maddie bust out laughing.
“But I’m the dumbass you love, Hiddleston!.”
Tom felt his heart clench at the word love.
“Oh… you are.” Tom sighed, the two of them soon figuring out how to travel with the dress inside of its bag.
The drive back to Maddie’s Hollywood home was filled with her shrieking, “Thomas William, if you crease my dress, I’m throwing you into a volcano as soon as we get to Hawaii!”
“Just shut up and keep driving, I’ve got it!” He said back to Maddie through a laugh.
T-Minus two days until Maddie’s flight to New York before she leaves for Hawaii…
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A Sight For Sore Eyes
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader
Summary: You need new glasses due to your old ones breaking. Tom also happens to be at the eye doctor you’re at. Your bad eye sight doesn’t allow you to properly identify him.
Warning(s): None
A/N: This is my very first Tom story! I hope it came out well, I’ve had this idea for quite sometime. Enjoy my little blind birdies
“Excuse me, do you know when Dr. Calder will get here?” You huffed as you stood next to the marble counter. You couldn’t quite be sure if you were making eye contact with the woman behind the front desk computer or not.
“Ma’am, we’ve already said that Dr. Calder is our on her lunch break. She is possibly running late. If you could please take a seat in the waiting room, we have a selection of magazines.” She commented.
You clenched and unclenched your fists as you mentally cursed at her.
“Susan, was it—“ you didn’t allow her to correct you, “—There’s two things wrong with that statement. One, you said that two hours ago. Two, this is the eye doctor’s office where people come for glasses. As you can see before you, I do not have any on. Now, tell me…is that magazine still looking good?” You take a deep breathe before heading back towards your seat. Yes, you knew this might’ve been harsh, but in your own defense, you haven’t been able to see in the past week. Without your glasses you lived like Velma without hers. What was once beautiful trees and books, were now giant blobs of green and what looked like ants crushed on pieces of bright printed paper. Thanks to a very interesting holiday party and your roommate’s highly intoxicated cousin, your glasses were obliterated beneath a boot. Soon after you scheduled an eye appointment with your doctor.
Now here you were, fuming. The headaches were becoming too exhausting and one of your favorites hobbies was almost impossible. At least you weren’t the only one waiting, there had been someone else in the corner of the waiting room. Their features weren’t something you could make out, let alone determine if they noticed you trying to notice them.
“You’re also waiting for one of the doctors, yes?” The voice spoke out to you. A man, yes. You believed.
Clearing your throat you nodded looking at the blob, “Yes. For the past two hours actually.”
He nodded, “Myself as well. I just happened to step out for a quick phone call here and there. Are they reliable doctors?” He questioned.
“Mine is, really understanding and explains things really well. I usually don’t mind waiting—I just, I can’t see much of anything. I actually apologize but, I can’t really see you clearly enough.” You looked down and chuckled.
“That sounds horrid. I’m sorry about that, actually. I only ask since I’m not from here, but I’ve had an accident at work in which my glasses had um…fallen to the ground and unfortunately, beneath a golf cart tire.” He spoke with a slight chuckle. He had an accent, British. He voice was soothing. Well, as soothing as a voice of a stranger’s could be.
“Oh no,” you stifled a chuckle, “that’s horrible. Don’t feel too bad. I was clumsy with mine too. My roommate’s cousin accidentally knocked them off my coffee table and stepped on them. I left them in the midst of a party.”
Your hands rested among your thighs and you tried to stay in eye contact with the man.
“Ah, I don’t feel quite as foolish. N-Not that you are. I just mean—“
“Don’t worry pretty blob, I’m not offended.”
“Pretty blob?” He questioned arching an eyebrow. You could hear the confusion in his voice clearly.
You smirked, “I mean, I can’t see the intricate details of your face right now but I can see the colors you’re wearing and that your hair isn’t styled too crazy. You look pretty dapper from my point of view.”
Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t see clearly, but your confidence was kicked up a few notches.
“Heh, I’m flattered. You’re quite the sight for sore eyes, yourself ma’am.” A warmth immediately rose to your cheeks. You glanced at your feet and back up raising your eyebrows.
“Ma’am makes me feel a little old, please call me y/n.” You insisted.
“Y/N,” he stood to his feet and took your hand in his, “Thomas, it’s nice to make your acquaintance, even under such circumstances.” He chuckled lightly. “Do you mind if I sit?” He motioned towards the seat closer to you.
You shook your head, “Not at all. So, is your eyesight enough to indulge in one of these magazines?”
Soon, your small conversation transformed to one of many points. The first being of the falsely hood of magazine articles written about celebrities. You had taken over mostly in this subject, Thomas just so happened to be a great listener. When the topic of favorite books came up however, he was very detailed with the passion he carried towards them. It was very impressing and left you intrigued in a way another human had never. Well, at least in something as simple as literature. Then again, in the way you were able to discuss it with him, it was something very far from the word simple.
He spoke of home, after you mentioned his accent. He even indulged in saying random words you had asked him to.
“Mayonnaise.” He said with a little hint of sex appeal.
“Oh yes, that’s the stuff right there.” You giggled into your palm.
“Your smile is far too beautiful to be hidden, love.” He said casually, as if you had heard it often.
He had done it again. Simple, yet extraordinary. He mentioned that he had done an audio book before and you made a mental note to try to search for it in the future.
He asked more about you, being the gentleman that he was. Despite being able to not see clearly, you could tell his full attention was upon you.
It just so happened, that you two had far more in common than you had expected. It amazed both of you just how much two people could agree. Of course disagreement was bound to happen, but you we’re enticed to his amount of maturity.
After another hour passed that you two hadn’t even noticed, the doctor had come through the door.
“Y/N, hi. I’m sincerely apologize, I had to pick up my son and there was immense amounts of traffic. Follow me, I’ll take care of you straight away.” She walked towards the back.
You faced you’re new found friend, well flirty friend, “If I don’t see you when I leave, it was great speaking with you. Really.” Your hand was extended.
Suddenly he gently took it in his and placed a soft kiss to the back of it, “The pleasure was mine, y/n.”
Thomas had been slightly hesitant to ask for further contact at the moment. He wasn’t quite comfortable with the idea of his phone number being out. Watching you leave, he realized he was willing to take the chance.
As you were taking the tests, you were still thinking about him. It was odd but, he seemed familiar. In a way you couldn’t explain, you felt as if you had encountered him before. Perhaps he reminded you of a character you’ve read about somewhere? It must’ve.
“Alright, you’re all set. I’ve also taken it upon myself to get the glasses done already. They were done early. Nothing in your vision has altered much, but these should do the trick.” The doctor spoke before handing you your new pair of glasses.
You swiftly put them on and sighed happily. You could see everything clearly and your mind was at ease. They looked stylish as well, much to your liking. You hoped Thomas was still out there, now you could properly see him.
“Hey um, Denise?” You addresses your doctor by her name since you two were quite familiar.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve never had that man out there as a patient, have you?” You questioned, pushing up your glasses a bit.
“No, you think I’d forget a name like that?” She chuckled as she adjusted her coat.
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“His name. He’s an actor. Ya know, Loki. He played the villain in avengers. He was in that one monkey movie.” She said as if it were obvious. Suddenly you put two and two together. No wonder you had recognized his voice so well. Thomas, that was his full name.
“I uh, thanks Denise. I’ll see you for my next time—“
“Wait, are we still on for coffee?”
“Yeah, next Tuesday.” You said with a smile before exiting the small room with your new sight. You couldn’t guarantee if he’d still be around.
You pushed through the door of the waiting room, with a thud it hit someone’s shoulder.
“Oh I’m sorry—“
“I’m sorry.” Tom had spoke stepping back a bit.
Just then you connected all his features, his face matched his voice. Lovely. This was your chance. You stood tall and cleared your throat, “I um.” You chuckled nervously. “You’re still here.”
His own expression matched yours, “I am. I like the glasses,” he smirked, “I think a proper introduction should be stated since you can actually see me now,” he chuckled, “I’m Thomas, I also go by Tom.” You shook his hand again.
“I’m Y/N, but you’ve seen that all along.” You rocked back and forth on your heels.
“Well, Miss y/n…I stood here because I had a question to ask. I um, I’ll be around for quite some time and I wanted to know if you’d like to possibly get together again?”
Your heart was beating a bit faster. You couldn’t believe that he actually took as much interest in you, as you had in him.
“Mhm, yes, I mean. I’d like that.” You smiled, “Would you like my phone number?”
“Yes, yes, please. I’ll put mine in your phone as well.” He smiled as you two exchanged phones.
After typing and retrieving your phone back you smiled at each other.
“It was nice meeting you, Tom.”
“Until next time.” He reached around and embraced you gently.
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