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  • Tom Hiddleston 

    Fan Fiction Multi-chapter 

    FicSummary: When you meet Tom on a work trip in London and have to go your separate ways you become modern pen pals. But two years later its time to tell the truth.

    Warnings for Full Fic: Fluff, angst, mentions of sex, more fluff, and smutt. (let me know if I missed anything!)

    Chapter 2

    You got off the plane and headed off to find Tom.

    He was there waiting for you and he was more handsome in person than you had remembered.

    He smiled widely at you, opening his arms to welcome you into an embrace.

    “Hello love,” he said, wrapping his arms around you.

    You felt like you were being welcomed home.

    You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

    It suddenly occurred to you that you had been standing there like that for perhaps a little too long and you awkwardly untangled yourselves.

    “Um hey,” you said looking down, shuffling slightly.

    “Let’s get you to the hotel,” he said, taking your back pack and slinging it over his shoulder.

    You grabbed your bags and headed out the door to a waiting car.

    You were very aware of Tom’s proximity to you.

    He wasn’t too close but he kept one hand on you and helped you into the car.

    Maybe you were overthinking things.

    It was odd because you hadn’t seen each other in months but didn’t need to catch up as you spoke nearly every day.

    “So would you like to stay in tonight or could I persuade you to let me take you to dinner?” he asked, looking at you.

    “I suppose I could be persuaded,” you said slyly.

    “Splendid,” he said, sliding his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into him. You rested your head on his chest and smiled to yourself.

    Once you got to the room Tom sat on the bed and waited while you unpacked and changed.

    “Are you sure you have time for dinner?” you called from the bathroom, running a brush through your hair. The premiere was tomorrow night; surely he had plenty to do.

    “I’m sure,” he said pleasantly.

    “Cause you don’t need to babysit me,” you told him, opening the door and crossing your arms over your chest, leaning against the door frame, “I’ll be fine.”

    He got up and came to tower over you, leaning against the door way, his one hand above you, the other by your side, both gripping the door frame. He had you cornered.

    “Oh you will, will you?” he asked, looking down at you.

    It was obvious he was trying to intimidate you.

    But you weren’t going to let him get away with it.

    You reached up to pinch his shirt collar between your thumb and index finger.

    “Yes I will, I am a big girl you see,” you said, running your fingers down the center of his chest, right down the shirt buttons, stopping just before the waistband of his pants. He tried to hide it but you felt him shiver slightly.

    You looked up at him through your lashes.

    He was staring at you, looking somewhat unsteady.

    He moved a little closer.

    “Yes, at the mere age of twenty six,” he said, his voice even.

    “I only seem so young to you because you’re ancient,” you teased.

    “Ooh, hitting me where it hurts?” he mocked.

    “Do I really seem like a child to you?” you asked innocently, running you hand across the top of his pants. Again you felt him shiver. This time he squeezed his eyes closed. It was obvious you were testing his self-control.

    “I can certainly prove to you I’m not,” you offered, pretending like you didn’t know just what you were implying. It was daring, but you couldn’t help it. You tucked your index finger just under his waistband and slid it across.

    He shivered a third time, but this time he grabbed your wrist.

    “Don’t tempt me,” he warned, his eyes flashing.

    Before you could open your mouth to respond he straightened up.

    “Come on, we have a dinner to get to,” he said, pulling you out of the room by your wrist.

    Again he kept his distance but maintained his hold on you.

    Dinner was more like your normal conversations. The flirting was there, but not too prominent. What had happened in the room was probably the closest you had ever been to discussing that aspect of your relationship.

    As you left the restaurant, Tom guided you to the car, his hand on your lower back.

    You talked very casually in the car, his arm around your shoulders, you leaning your head on to his chest. It was very comfortable. But it occurred to you that he was playing things very safe. You weren’t sure how he really felt about you. Most of his behavior would suggest that your friendship was just that. But frequently enough he would say or do something that would deeply imply that he felt something a lot stronger.

    It was there when he told you that you were beautiful, or that he missed you. You saw it when he smiled or stared at you. You noticed it when he called multiple times a day or asked you question after question about yourself.

    You decided that you were going to get some answers on this little trip. One way or another you were going to find out the truth.

    His hand was resting just off your right shoulder. You reached up to touch it with your own right hand. Very slowly, but instantly, he laced his long pale fingers with yours.

    He pulled you ever so slightly closer to him.

    You were amazed at how such a simple thing could mean so much.

    Then he did something you were not prepared for.

    It took all your strength to keep yourself from reacting in any way.

    He turned his head to kiss the top of yours.

    You felt a shock of electricity as he gently he pressed his lips to your hair.

    You did everything you could to remain unbothered, but your heart gave you away.

    It had taken off.

    Tom simply smiled and you knew he had noticed, but he said nothing.

    He walked you to your room, one hand on your lower back, but stopped at the door way.

    He turned you around to face him, placing both his hands on your hips.

    “Thank you for allowing me to take you to dinner,” he said with a smile.

    “Thank you for taking me,” you replied, “And for this whole trip,” you reminded him with a rueful look in your eye.

    Tom had insisted on paying for every little thing from the flights to the hotel.

    You had obviously not won that battle.

    “It’s my pleasure,” he told you, “I’m just happy to have you here.”

    The tone in his voice told you that he didn’t just mean having you here to support him, but here in his arms.

    He tightened his grip, confirming that thought.

    He was suddenly so close. Too close.

    Then he took your hand in his, pulling it up to his face, and without breaking eye contact, pressed his lips to the back of your hand.

    “Goodnight love,” he said softly, and he turned on his heel and walked away.

    You heard him sigh as he slid his hands into his pockets.

    You watched him go, standing in the doorway feeling slightly confused.

    You closed the door and got ready for bed.

    Why was it that he sent you such mixed signals?

    Hopefully soon, you would get an answer.

    Author’s note: Thank you my loves for the support!

    Tags: @kingtwhiddleston

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  • *clears throat after coughing that one up off the Mixology playlist* …yeah. No apologies. XD

    Go give the vid some love there too if you appreciate it!

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    #tom hiddleston#hiddles#hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #tom hiddleston with a sword
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  • Watch “On this day | Tom Hiddleston in Studio Q at CBC Radio with Jian Ghomeshi (11 September 2013, TIFF)” on YouTube

    Hiddles interviewed about Only Lovers Left Alive.

    #tom hiddleston#hiddles#hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #interview #only lovers left alive #Youtube
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  • Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction 

    Multi-chapter Fic

    Summary: When you meet Tom on a work trip in London and have to go your separate ways you become modern pen pals. But two years later its time to tell the truth.

    Warnings for Full Fic: Fluff, angst, mentions of sex, more fluff, and smutt. (let me know if I missed anything!)

    Chapter 1 

    You opened the mail box at the end of your parents drive way and extracted the letters inside it. You flipped through the mail, looking for anything addressed to you. You were almost to the house when you found it.  It was from him. He had told you to look for it, but you hadn’t let yourself believe it until you saw it for yourself.
    Once inside the house, you tore open the envelope. There was a letter inside, which you were excited to read, but you couldn’t help it as you looked at the ticket and pass.
    To the Avengers Infinity War premiere.
    You quickly read through Tom’s letter, a smile growing on your face.
    Then you pulled your cell phone out of your pocket and selected Tom’s number, which was humorously under Prince Loki.
    Your heart quickened as it rang.
    “Hello?” a silvery voice answered.
    “Hey Tom,” you said, my excitement reaching its boiling point.
    “Did you get it?” he asked.
    “Yeah, I just opened it,” you answered.
    “Wonderful,” he said.
    “It’s really nice of you Tom,” you said, “But you didn’t have to.”
    “Nonsense,” he said, “I know how much you love the marvel movies, you deserve to see one open,” he paused, “Besides, I want to see you.”
    You inhaled.
    “It’s been much too long,” he continued.
    “Yeah, I guess it has been a while,” you realized, thinking how it had been months since you’d seen each other.
    You and Tom had met roughly two years ago in London. He was on a small break from the movie he was filming at the time and you were passing through on a work trip. It was of course a rainy night when you crossed paths inside a small pub. Ever since you met, you had kept in contact, only seeing each other a few times.
    It was like having a modern day pen pal.
    Tom would call, face time, or text you nearly every day and he would apologize when he missed a day or two. You always told him it was fine, that you understood he was busy, and reminded him that you yourself were busy.
    “It’s no excuse,” Tom would argue.
    “Tom you don’t owe me any excuses, or apologies,” you would argue back.
    “A gentleman wouldn’t be so careless,” he would say with finality.
    You usually let it go after that.
    “So I’ll meet you at the airport and escort you to your hotel,” Tom told you.
    “Tom, seriously, you don’t have to do that, you’re going to be so busy,” you reasoned.
    “Why do you always like to argue with me?” he asked, “You know I’ll win.”
    “The beauty is in the effort,” you told him smugly, making him chuckle.
    “Just let me please be a gentleman and take care of things?” he asked, sweetness in his voice.
    It was almost enough.
    “I don’t know,” you fought, “What else do you have planned?”
    “Well the day of the premiere there will be a car to take you to it, then to the after party which is when I’ll be able to see you again, and then I will escort you back to your hotel,” he explained.
    “I guess I can live with that,” you sighed.
    “Excellent,” he said, and you knew that smile of his was flashing.
    It was then that the front door opened and your parents walked in.
    “Tom my parents are here,” you told him.
    “No problem,” he said, knowing that you had plans for dinner after they got home, “Call me later.”
    “Will do, bye,” you said.
    “Bye,” he answered.
    It then hit you that you were going to be seeing him very soon, after not seeing him for a long time. Plus you were going to a red carpet and seeing a movie you were beyond excited for.
    You could hardly talk about anything else over dinner.
    Once you were home you got yourself ready for bed, pulling a giant hoodie over your head. You got your phone out and called Tom on facetime.
    “Hello,” he said, smiling into the camera.
    “Hey,” you smiled back.
    “You look cozy,” he commented.
    “So do you,” you nodded.
    He was in a fitted white t-shirt, lying on top of the bed in his hotel room.
    “Yes, it’s been a whirlwind of a day,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.
    “It’s only going to get crazier,” you reminded him.
    You had seen him go through other openings before, but knew that this one would be very intense.
    “Yes it is,” he nodded, “But as always, very worth it.”
    “So am I going to like this movie?” you asked, grinning.
    “Nice try,” he smiled, shaking his head.
    He hadn’t spilled a thing.
    He never did about any of his movies.
    “No spoilers from me, you’ll just have to wait,” he said.
    “Please?” you asked, “For me?”
    “Tempting,” he said, “But no.”
    “Fine,” you grumbled.
    “I’m sorry to disappoint you love,” he said, chuckling.
    “I’ll get over it,” you shrugged.
    “I’ll be very happy once the movie is out,” he said, “There’s been so much pressure this time round.”
    “Well it’s almost over, and you know you’ll miss it,” you said.
    “Yes I will,” he agreed, “It’s always bitter sweet. But I have the added bonus of seeing you,” he grinned at you.
    “I’m that big of a draw?” you joked.
    “Darling you have no idea how big of a draw,” he said.
    You took a shaky breath.
    There was always this unspoken tension between you. You always flirted with that line between friends and more than friends. You never knew where exactly you stood. There was also the added factor of a nearly twelve year age difference between you. However it was easy to handle when you barley were ever able to spend real time together.
    “Well I hope I’m worth it,” you said, trying to make light.
    But he wasn’t going to let up.
    “Trust me you are,” he told you.
    You felt your cheeks burn.
    “Lovely,” he muttered so softly, you weren’t sure he’d really said it.
    You simply smiled.
    “I’ll let you get some sleep,” he said, “Goodnight love.”
    “Goodnight Tom, talk to you tomorrow,” you replied.
    He winked at you, a grin on his face, and your home screen came back up.
    You lay back on your bed and sighed, unsure how you were going to live through this next week, waiting to see Tom.
    Eventually you drifted off into a dream of him.

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    @lowhostrikesback you mentioned a man bun (not mine) found these weeeeeks ago on tumblr I guess it’s close enough 😁😁😁

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    The pose and hair combo reminded me of something and then it hit me.

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