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[dropsiaczek-the-smartest-avenger]

I’ll be there for you (Tony Stark x reader)

(the gif’s not mine, all credits to the original owner)

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!reader

Word count: 1663

Warnings: angst, swearing, breakup

But there’s a happy ending, I promise!

Summary: A peaceful day off has been disturbed by a rather unpleasant call from the reader’s work. Will Tony Stark rise to the challenge when the reader needs his support?

My summer break at work was slowly coming to an end. It was late afternoon and Tony and I were sitting in his lab. He was running through some papers and I watched him do so. I loved his focused expression while working. So, when I saw that dean’s office is calling me, I sighed heavily as I knew it was something urgent, otherwise they wouldn’t be calling on my day off. Probably someone fucked something up again and they needed me to pull the shit back together. What I didn’t expect was that they I will be given worse information.

“(y/l/n),” I answered the call, not even bothering to sound nice.

“Good evening, miss (y/l/n),” the voice on the other side greeted me, “I’m just calling to inform you that you’ve been assigned be a group supervisor and you must come to sign proper papers for your new role and you need to do it as soon as possible.”

I had to try really hard to hold back a groan, but everything was literally boiling inside me. “And what happens if I don’t sign the papers?”

“Nothing, you’ll supervise that group anyway,” the secretary informed in an emotionless tone.

“Great,” I murmured, “I’ll do my best to come tomorrow, bye.” The woman on the other side of the phone didn’t even have a chance to say a proper goodbye as I hung up immediately. Just when the conversation was over a scream of rage escaped my lips. My unusual behaviour dragged Tony away from his work.

“What is it, honey?” He asked a with a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’ve been assigned another duty to do for free. Damn, what did I think, when I applied for a job at that stupid university?” I asked rhetorically, in fact I knew very well. I’ve always been a brainiac so I thought working at a university would be like a dream come true. Well, it wasn’t. But I came to this conclusion when it was already too late to run away.

“I said you could work for me,” Tony said sitting beside me on the couch and taking my hand in his.

“No, Tony, that wouldn’t work out well, I’d kill you sooner or later. Besides, the enormous intelligence of mine can’t be limited to sitting in the lab, it would be rude not to allow people to bask in the blaze of my glory,” I explained seriously, “I just expected that my work would be limited to giving lectures and running research, whereas they give me a ton of other, pointless duties like organizing conferences, supervising the Selection Committee, going to promotional trips and they now they assigned me to be a group supervisor, which is basically the same thing as a kindergarten teacher and others do nothing extra. Great, just great.” My voice became louder and louder with every word to the point when I was literally screaming at Tony.

“Trust me, could be worse.”

“Was this supposed to calm me down?” I asked, even more angry.

“I guess,” the man said, confused, as he didn’t understand the reason of my anger, being a university teacher didn’t seem like a bad job to him. What he failed to understand was that I wasn’t angry at my duties as a teacher, but all the random stuff I was forced to do.

“You’re beyond hope, Stark!” I screamed and stormed out of the lab.

*2 hours later*

I was lying in bed in the bedroom I shared with Tony. I had the quilt pulled over my head, so I didn’t hear Tony’s slight knock on the door, I just felt the bed sink under his weight.

“Feeling better?” he asked, pulling the quilt off.

“No,” I replied and turned away from him.

“Oh, come on, (y/n), I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he pushed further and tried to hug me from behind, but I moved away.

“Look, I’d be more than happy to take another duty if they paid me for it, I’m not a volunteer at a charity. Jeez, why don’t you ever have my back?”

“How can you say that? I always have your back! For instance, I could donate a considerable amount of money to the university and…”

An angry growl escaped my lips, interrupting him. “Tony, money is not the answer to all problem of this world! You really don’t get my point, do you?” I asked in a discouraged voice.

“I really think you are overreacting.” That was the final straw, I just couldn’t get it anymore and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. That’s right, I cry when I’m furious. Pathetic.

“Get out,” I said trying to sound composed, but my voice was visibly trembling.

“But love…” Tony wanted to add something, but I cut him off.

“Get. Out.” I repeated and this time he obeyed. When he was already out, I ran to the door and locked it from the inside so that he couldn’t get back in.

*The next day*

It was already late morning when I entered the kitchen with an intention to eat breakfast. Unfortunately, Tony was already there, sitting at the table and drinking coffee. I didn’t want to talk to him or see him, or anything else. He had no idea how much his lack of support hurt me and apparently there was no point in explaining, so I turned around and was about to leave when he spoke, “Talk to me.” I just stood there silent, my back still to him, so he tried again, “It’s really not my fault that you’re unhappy with your job, so why are you unloading your anger on me?” Yeah, I was right, he didn’t understand any of it, so I just left and locked myself back in the bedroom.

*Day 2*

I heard Tony bustle around the house for about an hour, then the sound of the door closing and the car engine. Amazing, finally I could walk freely around the house and didn’t have to avoid anyone. I ate proper breakfast and decided to go to the city. I really missed fresh air and contact with people, and I missed Tony, but at the same time I was sooo angry with him. He was my boyfriend and I expected him to support me, yet he acted like a complete ass.

It already got dark when I received a text from Tony.

Tony: Are you heading home, or should I call the cops to look for you?

I decided I won’t talk to him until he apologizes, so I didn’t even bother to reply. I stayed out for some time longer before heading back home and when I came back Tony waited for me at the porch.

“Where have you been?” he asked and heard silence in response. I stood there looking at him emotionlessly.

“How long are you going to keep it going?” Again no response from me.

“Did you come up with this on your own or someone gave you the idea?” Silence.

“You’re acting like a child.” My only response was a shrug, before I entered the house to lock myself up in the bedroom again.

*Day 3*

It bothered me at first, but as the days passed, I started to get used to not speaking to Tony. And the more days passed, the more I felt our relationship is pointless. If he cannot have my back, if he doesn’t understand his mistakes, then maybe there was someone better out there for me. I let the thought sink in. The world doesn’t end with Tony Stark.

I packed most of my stuff into the suitcase and was ready to head out, when I overheard Tony taking to someone in his lab.

“Seriously, it’s not the worst it could get, I have no idea what she is complaining about,” I heard Tony say.

“You should be more understanding. Put yourself in her place. It can get really annoying when you do everything and someone else does nothing,” a female voice replied. Natasha.

I took a deep breath and came downstairs.

“Hey, (y/n)! Off to somewhere?” Natasha greeted me from Tony’s lab.

“Hey, Nat. Yeah…actually, I thought if I could stay at your place for a while, before I figure out what to do next?”

Natasha gave Tony the told-you-so look and agreed to have me over for a few days.

“No, (y/n), it cannot end like this!” Stark protested. I shrugged; I really didn’t care anymore. “I know I did wrong; I should have had your back and I’m sorry I didn’t. It just seemed so trivial to me…like, you know, the world has seen worse things. But if you want, I will blow up this whole university for you, just don’t leave me! I need you by my side! I love you!”

“So…still want to move in with me?” Natasha asked me with a smile.

“Yes,” I replied in a dead serious voice, “Sorry, Tony, but I need time to think this over. Don’t call me, I’ll contact you when the time is right, if the right time comes.”

Tony’s face fell and tears sparkled in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything more.

*one month later*

I entered the restaurant, Tony was already there, waiting for me with a bouquet of roses, just like on our first date.

“You’re early,” I commented taking the seat opposite him.

“Yeah, I have to do my best to redeem all the guilt. I know I’ve hurt you, and from now on I promise I’ll be there for you, always,” he chose the words carefully.

“It will take some time before everything goes back to normal, but I think we should start from the beginning. You can sometimes be a real ass, but I love you.”

Tony’s expression lighted up at my words. “Does that mean you are coming back home?” He asked with hope in his voice.

“I am.”

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Shut up and sleep with me (Sebastian Stan x reader)

(The gif’s not mine, all credits to the original owner)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

Word count: 2199

Warnings: smut, swearing

It was a damn cold and snowy night in mid-January, and I was roaming mindlessly through the streets of Dublin. A shitty ending to an even more shitty day. It all started with a car crash I had in the morning, then I was informed that the university cut off financing of the project I’ve been working on for the past six months and when I came home I walked in on my fiancé having sex in our bedroom with my best friend. The only comforting aspect of this situation was that Craig was wearing socks. Only socks. And no matter how many times I spoke of it, he always forgot to take them off. Luckily the house is mine, so I told him to pack his stuff and be gone by morning. And before he even had a chance to say something, I left slamming the door.

The moment I was leaving the house I haven’t really thought what I was going to do with myself for the night. But now I really wished I had kicked Craig and that bitch out straight away. I could rent a room in some hotel, but at that moment getting drunk in some pub seemed more appealing, and I didn’t really care that I may come across my students. My favourite spot called Dancing Leprechaun was just two blocks away, so I decided to head there.

The place was loud and crowded as always. It was a good place to disappear for the world. I took a seat at the bar.

“Same as always?” the bartender asked. He has served me many times before, but only just now I noticed his name was Joey.

“Make it double,” I replied with a slight nod.

“Your boy is busy, couldn’t come?” the bartender a small talk while handing me the glass.

“Well, when I last saw him, he was busy doing my best friend, and judging by the sounds they made, they both came,” I replied with a bitter smile.

Joey gave me a surprised look. I just shrugged in response and took care of my glass. The drink was gone faster than I expected, but it helped me feel less miserable, so I ordered another one.

“Second double whiskey on the rocks? You’re a tough one,” said a deep voice to my right. I looked into the direction of the voice and saw a tall, well-built man with shoulder-long brown hair and sharp blue eyes. “Mind if I join?”

“Whatever,” I murmured and shrugged again.

“Hey, if you don’t want my company just say a word and I’ll leave you alone.”

“It’s fine.”

The guy sat on a stool next to me and ordered a drink. “Tough day? I’m Sebastian by the way.”

“I know,” I replied bluntly. Perhaps, if the circumstances were different, I’d be fangirling over him. It’s not like you meet a famous Marvel actor every day after all. But in that particular moment the picture of Craig and my best friend fucking was the only thing on my mind. And maybe a desperate need to get drunk. “(Y/n). And yeah, I guess we can put it that way.”

We sat there for a moment in silence, sipping on our drinks and taking short glances at each other.

“May I ask what put you in such bad mood?” Sebastian broke the silence.

Normally I would never confide in a stranger, but now alcohol has done its job and Sebastian heard the whole story about how my relationship with Craig was falling apart for some time now, but I still wanted to fight for it and that today I caught that stupid cheating bastard fucking my friend. Sebastian listened to me in silence and didn’t dare to interrupt before I announced that was all I had to say.

“I think I know how to make you feel better, if you’ll allow me.”

“Alcohol will do for now, thanks.”

We sat there for some more time, ordering more drinks and talking about some random stuff. We caught the flow really fast and soon discovered we have quite a lot in common. We like the same music, books, we like playing boardgames and both are gamers.

It was nearly midnight when I decided I had enough and it’s time to go.

“Will you turn into Cinderella at midnight?” Sebastian asked laughing.

I shook my head with a smile. “I doubt I can look any worse than this.”

“Oh, come on, (y/n)! You are a very beautiful woman! Where will you go anyway?” Sebastian exclaimed and grabbed my hands. “Come with me to my place. I promise I will make you feel like a queen.”

I don’t know if it was all the alcohol I drank of if the slutty side of my personality took over, but I agreed to go with Sebastian to his hotel room. On our way we stepped into a liquor store and bought two bottles of cheap red wine.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks,” I said and sat on the edge of his bed. Sebastian poured the wine and handed me one glass and sat on a chair opposite of me. We sat there, drinking wine and chatting some more. When the second bottle was empty, Sebastian offered he’d make me some tea and I gladly accepted it. When we sipped slowly on the hot beverage, he came up with an idea to play truth or dare. The idea reminded me all the scout camps I attended while in junior high, but I thought it would be nice to feel immature again, so I agreed without any resistance.

“I’ll go easy on you for the beginning,” Sebastian said with a chuckle. “Is there anything you hadn’t tried in bed, but would very much like to try?”

I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. “Well…that would be a threesome,” I answered truthfully. “With two guys!” I added quickly, seeing Sebastian’s lecherous smile.

“Interesting…” the man pretended to contemplate what I said.

“My turn! Truth or dare?” I asked smiling widely.

“Dare.”

“Kiss me.”

A slight look of surprise came across Sebastian’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a wide grin. He came closer and crashed his lips with mine. I thought it would be only an innocent kiss, but the dare turned into a heated make-out session. Sebastian pushed me down onto the bed and laid on top of me with one of his hands on the side of my head, and the other crept slowly under my shirt and massaged my breasts. I rolled over so that I was sat on top of Sebastian.

“The dare didn’t involve touching,” I warned Sebastian with a smile and fixed my bra and shirt.

“Did you expect I’d limit myself to a peck?”

“Well…yes,” I replied with a wink.

Sebastian made a sound that was something between a laugh and a groan. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But in case you wanted to know, your breasts feel really nice,” he said with his hands placed comfortably on my hips and slowly massaging them.

“Right…okay, give me a second.” I crawled off Seb’s body and ran to the bathroom, grabbing my purse on the way. I quickly cleaned my woman’s parts with wet wipes, applied some perfume and brushed my hair. “Won’t get any better,” I whispered to myself and went back into the room.

“I’m all yours,” I announced with a seductive smile, while crawling back on the bed and on top of Sebastian.

“I will make you feel like a queen,” Sebastian said and started to unbutton my shirt and unclipped my bra and then took them off me and threw on the floor. “They look just as nice as they feel.”

“Oh stop, you’re making me blush.”

Seb chuckled and lifted himself up a little to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He started to suck on It slowly while massaging the other one with his hand and I felt warmth spreading in my body. What I also felt was a growing bulge in Sebastian’s pants. I moaned quietly when Sebastian bit on my nipple. My reaction made him laugh slightly. He broke away from my nipple and looked me in the eye.

“You know what I think is the real art?” He asked while trying to unbutton his shirt. I shook my head in response. “Making a woman cum only by using my mouth. Do you want me to do everything alone?” He asked with a fake resentment in his voice and looking down at his shirt and then at me.

“Well, I’m the queen here, so you know…” I replied with a laugh and undid his shirt quickly. I then slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it away. “Oh man, I love hairy chests,” I said with a laugh. Seb laughed along. He then undid and slid off my skinny jeans along with my panties, and in the very end he took off my socks.

“Nothing worse than socks during sex,” I said laughing again.

“Only socks,” Sebastian pointed out with a smile and placed himself between my legs. Once again, he kissed me on the lips, then neck, both breasts, belly, until he reached my pussy. Sebastian smiled at me one final time before burying one of his fingers inside me. He started to work it in and out, and curl inside to stimulate my G spot. When Sebastian noticed the look of pleasure on my face, he placed his lips on my clit and started to suck on it and tease with his tongue. I moaned, quietly at first, then louder. The pressure filling my body made me arch my back and loudly moan against my soft spot. I felt Sebastian smile. Even his breath teased me now. I felt the peak approaching and Seb was still working his finger and lips on my pussy.

“Oh yes…Sebastian,” I breathed out quietly. “Fuck me. Please, do it now.”

My wish was his command. He moved his lips away from my clit and slipped his finger out of me.

“You’re so sweet down there,” he whispered with a smile. My hands found their way to Sebastian’s trousers and unbuckled them. He took them off along with his boxers and socks. But before anything more happened, Sebastian took out a pack of condoms from the bedside drawer and put one of them on.

“Safety comes first,” he said and then flipped me over so I was laying on my stomach. I lifted myself to all fours and Sebastian positioned himself behind me. His hands found their way to my hips.

“Ready, my queen?”

“Just do it already!”

He slowly slid his cock inside me, stretching me and filling up. “You’re so tight,” Sebastian hissed in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he started to move in and out, slowly at first but picking up the pace. I felt the heat starting to build up in my core and it grew with each of Sebastian’s thrusts.

“Oh my God, yes,” I moaned when Seb moved one of his hands to my clit and massaged it.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Sebastian whispered in my ear and sped up even more. His deep voice and hot breath were enough to push me over the edge. I felt my walls tighten around Sebastian’s shaft and I screamed his name loudly as my orgasm hit me. My arms and legs started to shake. Watching and feeling me in my ecstasy made Sebastian come as well and I felt his penis twitch inside me when his sperm spilled into the condom. He stayed inside me for few seconds longer before sliding out and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. I moved myself to the edge of the bed and sat there in silence.

“Did I make you feel like a queen?” Sebastian asked looking at me from the bathroom with a smirk.

“Yeah, but now this queen has to find a place to stay for the night.”

“I don’t mind having you here for the night,” the man offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

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I was woken up by the sun shining through the window and straight onto my face. I checked the clock on my phone, it was already 9 am, do I decided it was time to pull myself together and head back home. Craig should be gone by now. I heard Sebastian shuffle in bed as I put my clothes on.

“Leaving so early and without a goodbye?” Sebastian asked in a sleepy raspy voice.

“That was the plan,” I replied without turning around to face him.

“You know you don’t have to.”

“I do.” I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed to the door. I was halfway out when the man asked, “will I see you again?”

This time I turned to face Sebastian whose look was full of hope and admiration. “I doubt it,” I said shaking my head and closing the door behind me, and leaving Sebastian there alone, staring at the door.

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Happy birthday!

Okay, I know Tom’s b-day was a week ago, but I had to struggle through a writer’s block caused by my lovely students. 

(Gif’s not mine, all credits to the original owner)

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Word count: 1490

Warnings: swearing

“What a beautiful day it is!” Tom exclaimed as we walked slowly hand in hand through Central Park. It was morning of a surprisingly warm day in early February. The sun was shining, and light wind was blowing.

“Right, it’s your last day of being 37, and since tomorrow, when you’re 38, everything is going to be different,” I teased with a laugh.

“Definitely! And you better have something big waiting for me back in London!”

“I bought you a spot at the cemetery, is that enough?” I asked with a serious look on my face.

“You serious?” Tom asked, a little shocked.

“Dead serious,” I replied, but I couldn’t hold a serious look anymore and bursted out with laughter. “Kidding. But when you see the surprise I prepared for you, you, in fact, may need that spot.”

“I think I can handle that,” Tom promised and kissed the top of my head. “Coffee?”

I nodded in agreement, so we approached a man with a coffee trolley. “What would you like?” the man asked.

“Café americano, please.”

“Make it two,” added Tom.

“So, you’re tourists, huh?” The man started a small chat. “How long are you staying in New York?”

“Actually, it’s our last day. We’re leaving today. We’ve been here for two weeks,” Tom answered.

“Oh, you won’t depart today,” the man stated flatly.

“Excuse me?” I asked in disbelief.

“Weather forecast says there’s going to be a heavy snowfall, and weather forecasts here are usually very accurate.”

None of us felt like continuing this conversation, so we paid for the coffee and went on. Neither me nor Tom said anything. I was worried like hell. The surprise I had planned for Tom was to start right at the airport, the moment we exit the gate. I had planned everything just in time and I didn’t calculate any delay in my plan. Stupid me.

“(Y/n),” Tom’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “(Y/n), what’s wrong? You seem worried.”

“What if we really don’t leave?”

“Oh, come on! The day is so beautiful, and the weather doesn’t change just like that,” and Tom snapped his fingers.

“I hope you’re right. And I also think we should head to the hotel to finish packing. We’ll have to check out soon.”

We were on our way to the JFK airport when clouds have come, and snow started to fall.

“Well…the man might have been right,” I whispered.

“Don’t panic, everything is going to be fine,” Tom whispered back, stroking my hand and giving me a reassuring smile.

“I’m praying you’re right.”

I remained silent for the rest of the road. The weather was getting worse and worse, and I was really wondering what I’ll do if we get stuck at the airport. As we entered the terminal information boards said that all planes are on time and that calmed me down, so we headed for the check-in and on to the security control. And then the nightmare started. Snow started to fall so hard that plane’s headlights were barely visible. The first information that appeared on the screens was that all planes are delayed. Then we were given an information that some flights are redirected to airports in other cities, and that passengers will be transported by road to the right airport. And finally, the worst information, that upcoming flights are cancelled until the weather conditions get better.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I excused myself and went aside to call Benedict, who was the b-day project coordinator in London.

“(Y/n)? Shouldn’t you be already in the air?” I heard Ben’s voice through the phone.

“The weather got shitty and we’re stuck,” I said shortly.

“Fuck, (y/n)…”

“I know, I know, I’m a logistics graduate and I should have calculated the risk, but I didn’t do it and it’s too late now. What should I do now?”

“I don’t know, make something up. And let me know when you board the plane.”

“Okay, bye.” I hung up the phone and went back to where Tom was sitting.

“So, what are the options? You’re the expert here, (y/n),” Tom asked.

“If the airline cancels your flight, it should provide you with a place on a different plane. But this won’t happen, since all flights are cancelled. And also, we could go on two different planes. It depends on the number of available places. Other option is that, when the plane is delayed by more than two hours, the airline should provide us with a room at a hotel, which also doesn’t help much in our current situation,” I explained.

“So maybe I’ll go and try to find something out?” Tom suggested.

I nodded in agreement. Tom’s departure gave me some well-needed time to think. I was sure we’d be stuck at the airport until the next day, so I had to come up with an idea how to make Tom’s birthday a little less shitty. Let’s face it, camping at the airport for God knows how long, was not the birthday party of his dreams. And it was the first big occasion since we started dating, and I wanted it to be special. I mean, I know it would be special, but in a bad way.

“They don’t know anything. All announcements will be given through speakers,” Tom said, sitting back next to me.

“I need a smoke, all this is not for my nerves,” I murmured, trying to get up but Tom grabbed my arm.

“Hey, you said you quit.”

“I did, but cigarettes always helped me relieve stress.”

“(Y/n), it’s four months since you quit, and you want to ruin it now, for something so trivial?”

“Trivial? Thomas, we’re stuck at the fuckin’ airport with no information about when we’ll depart, and our luggage is already checked-in so we can’t leave and get a hotel. And to make matters even worse, it’s your birthday tomorrow, or practically today, to be specific, and everything I’ve prepared is waiting for you in London!”

“Calm down, (y/n). My birthday is not the most important matter in the world.”

“It is to me,” I snapped and pulled my arm from Tom’s grasp. “I’m going for a walk. Please don’t follow me.” With these words I left in an unspecified direction. I was so angry. And I cry when I’m angry. So, I roamed the terminal crying like an idiot. And in this moment of despair I came up with an idea of a last-minute birthday present. It wasn’t the best of my ideas, but it was better than none. I went to the nearest store and bought a pen, and a pink glittery notebook withI (heart) NY written on the cover. The idea was to approach people and ask them to write some birthday wishes in their mother tongue, and maybe draw something. Pathetic, I know, but the best I could think of at that time. To my surprise, people were eager to wish my boyfriend happy birthday, especially when they were told that my boyfriend is Tom Hiddleston, so soon I had a notebook full of wishes in over two dozen of different languages, and many pretty drawings, mostly of Loki. When the first part of my plan was completed, I headed to the information desk, to fulfil the second part, although I doubted it would succeed.

I explained the whole situation to the lady at the information desk, and again, to my surprise, she let me say something through the speakers. “May I have your attention, please,” I started, voice a little shaky. “I have an announcement. There’s a very special someone sitting here at the terminal, and it’s his birthday today. Everything was supposed to be different, way better, to be specific, but I have to act under the circumstances that occurred. Thomas, you are the sweetest and loveliest person I know, may all your sweet dreams come true. Happy birthday. I love you.” My voice started to break, so I had to take a break before I continued. “And now to everyone that hears me. I kindly ask you to sing with me a happy birthday to this very special person.” And I was surprised again, because I heard many voices singing along with me.

I kindly thanked the ladies at the information desk and headed back to Tom, who was sitting right where I left him, completely stunned. He gave me a questioning look. “I made it up as I went,” I replied with a shrug and handed the notebook to Tom. A smile formed on his handsome face when he flicked through pages filled with drawings and wishes he probably didn’t understand.

“You didn’t have to,” he said, pulling me down to the seat next to him and into a hug.

“I did, you deserve it. And I love you like crazy. Happy birthday, sweetheart,” I said, placing a sweet kiss to his lips.

[dropsiaczek-the-smartest-avenger]

Never let me down again

Part 2 of Beautiful liar, which you can find...here

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Word count: 2035

Warnings: angst, swearing

(The gif is not mine, all credits to the original owner)

It was extremely annoying for me that there was no one I could call in the situation that occurred. I had to disappear from Tom’s house and life as quickly as I could and yet I couldn’t think of anyone who could temporarily take me in, until I figure out what to do with my life. I’ve moved to London just recently and I didn’t have many friends of my own, most of my friends were Tom’s friends as well. Sure, there were few people I befriended while working at the university, but I wouldn’t dare to ask them for such a favour, and I wouldn’t let any of them see me so broken. I thought of my childhood friend who lives in Cork but moving all my stuff there would be a pain in the ass, and I had to work, and my workplace was in London. Well…theoretically there was one more person, Judd Trump, a young snooker player, but was I heartless enough to use his soft spot for me? Yeah, I was, what other choice did I have? So right before boarding the plane I called him to come and pick me up from the airport. He tried to find out what was the matter, but I just ended the discussion that it wasn’t something to be handled over the phone.

When I landed in London I headed straight towards the exit from the gate. Judd was already there, waiting for me.

“Can you tell me what the hell happened?” He asked as I approached him.

“Lead me to the car.”

“(Y/n), talk to me!”

“We broke up, alright!” I snapped at him.

Meanwhile in Florence

As Tom was done shooting for the day, Ben and he decided to go for a drink and discuss what has happened few hours earlier.

“Alright, what made her so angry? Why did you lie to all of us? This is madness…” Benedict started the conversation.

“She wants to frame me in a child.”

“She wanted what?!” Ben exclaimed in shock. “Sorry, but I refuse to believe it. This doesn’t sound like her. She’s a smart girl with different priorities. PhD, remember? Have you ever spoke of having children? Besides, we were out for a drink with Liz, do you think she’d drink alcohol if she knew she was pregnant?”

“You know it was still fresh between us. It was too soon to speak of having children. Once in a conversation she said she’s not ready and the PhD will be her only child for some time, but that was it. And then, just before I left for here, I found a positive pregnancy test and an ultrasound photo.”

“Did you ask her about it? What did she justify herself?”

“I didn’t have time to talk with her, but I asked Taylor and she said that (y/n)’s attempt to set me up is the only explanation,” Tom replied.

“Okay…so you chose to discuss the case with your ex rather than your current girlfriend?”

“She wouldn’t tell me the truth anyway,” Tom tried to defend himself.

“I can’t believe you said it. You truly think so low of her? She’s pretty, smart, kind, practically everything a man could wish for and you know what? If you were capable of saying such thing, you’re not worthy of her,” Benedict growled and left, leaving stunned Tom at the table alone with his thoughts.

Back in London

“What now?” Judd asked when all my properties were packed into his car.

“Guess I’ll lock the door, leave the key in the mailbox and never come back here again.” I did as I said and got into the car. We were out throughout the drive. Judd finally understood that I was in no mood for talking. Such state of stagnation persisted for nearly a fortnight. I denied talking to anyone and work was the only place I’ve gone to, and only because I had to. And just as everything started to get better, and I started pulling my shit together, my sweet ex-boyfriend decided to step back into my life. First, he texted me asking to meet, and when I didn’t reply to any of his texts, he started calling, he came to my work, and at that point I couldn’t avoid him anymore. But I also knew that if I wanted to move on, I had to get things straight with him.

“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for hours!”

“That’s none of your business. Can we get this over with quickly and as painlessly as possible?” I asked emotionlessly.

“Let’s go and grab a coffee,” Tom suggested.

“No. Say what you have to say and leave me alone. And don't even bother to try and make me angry, it's not going to work. I work with students, remember? That made me immune to many things.”

“I would suggest a drink, but drinking alcohol is inadvisable for you.”

“What? And who’s to forbid me?” I asked furrowing my brows.

“Our baby. I know you wanted to keep it secret, but sorry, I know the truth.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What baby? What secret? The fuck?” I couldn’t believe what Tom just said. How on Earth did he get an idea of me being pregnant? I’m on contraceptive pills for years, and at that time I sure wasn’t ready to have a child. I wanted to finish my doctorate first. Besides, our relationship was way too new to start to reproduce. Maybe at some point, but that definitely wasn’t the time.

“I found the test and the ultrasound image in your nightstand, and I asked Taylor about it, and…”

“Ok, wait!” I interrupted him in mid-sentence. “So, you have found something and instead of asking me about it, you decided to discuss it with your ex?” Tom nodded in response. “And you believed her uncritically?” He nodded again. I sighed heavily. This whole wicked thing was way too much for me to handle and it didn’t seem to be over yet. “Okay, so it leads us up to now. What exactly do you want from me now? Don’t you think it’s a little too late?” I asked.

“I wanted to tell you I thought everything through, and I want to take care of you and the baby, but since there’s no baby we could try and fix our relationship. I thought Taylor wants the best for me and yet she was only manipulating me. And whose are these things?”

Tom’s words upset me so hard that I had to take few deep breaths to calm down. “They’re your sister’s, she wanted to surprise you all on Christmas. And I don’t need your mercy now, there’s nothing to fix between us. If you value Taylor higher than me, we have nothing to talk about.”

I started to leave but Tom grabbed my hand.

“Please, let me make it up to you. I didn’t mean to hurt you and what you said back there, in Florence left me broken. I realized how much you mean to me and I can’t live without you. Please, give me one more chance, I promise I won’t waste it,” Tom pleaded with puppy eyes. Damn, how I loved those blue eyes, they made my heart melt, but I couldn’t show him my weakness.

“I have to think it over. I need time, Thomas,” I said calmly.

“I’ll wait for you, you’re worth it.”

“Sorry, I have to go now.”

“Would you like me to drive you wherever you live now?” Tom offered.

“Thanks, I’ll walk.”

“Okay, so just one last thing – my play is premiering next week, I’d be delighted if you came, I’ll put you on the guest list.”

“I can’t promise you anything. Goodbye.”

“Bye, (y/n).”

The day of the premiere came and I was laying on the couch, with greasy hair and absolutely no make-up, wearing loose sweatpants and holey T-shirt still not sure what I should do.

“I think you should go,” Judd said from the kitchen.

“Really? Of all people you were the least expected to give me such advice,” I replied.

“I know, but I see you every day, and I see that the breakup left you in a complete mess. You’re quiet and sad, and I can’t look at it anymore. You must admit to yourself that you can’t live without him. And his lies weren’t that bad after all. He had no bad intentions and his actions were a result of shock. Everybody makes mistakes. I think you should forgive him this one.”

“And what if he finds me weak and will do that again, knowing that he will get another chance?” I asked, still not entirely convinced.

“If he lets you down again there will be no more chances.”

“Alright,” I agreed, “But if it doesn’t work out, you’ll be the one to blame for convincing me.”

“Agreed,” Judd said smiling, “Now go and pull yourself together, you look like crap.”

I jumped from the couch and headed to the bathroom. I was short on time and my beauty is quite time consuming, so I had to hurry. I washed my hair first, so as they were drying, I could apply some make-up. Luckily God blessed me with straight hair, so they looked well even when they dried on their own. At the end I dressed myself in a knee-long, long-sleeved black dress.

“What do you think?” I asked, presenting myself to Judd.

“Perfect. Now, let me drive you to the place before I change my mind and will keep you for myself.”

“Ah, miss (y/n)!” A man from staff approached me. “Your presence was well wished for but rather unexpected.”

“Yet here I am!” I exclaimed, presenting myself with a smile.

“Mister Hiddleston will be delighted to see you. Now, let me show you your seat.”

I was seated in the first balcony and from my spot I had a great view on the stage. Yet I couldn’t concentrate on the play. My thoughts were occupied by the shitty situation I got stuck in. For the major part of my life I consider myself an expert in avoiding relationships and when I met Tom, everything has changed, I started to care. And that was the reason why I decided to fight for our relationship.

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound. / But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? / It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. / Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, / Who is already sick and pale with grief, / That thou her maid art far more fair than she…” I heard Tom reciting from downstairs when everyone else left the hall.

“Whoa, don’t get too carried away,” I said leaning over the edge of the balcony, “Do I have to remind you that Romeo and Juliet didn’t have a happy ending? I thought you know Shakespeare well. Is this what you want for us?”

“Come down, please,” Tom pleaded. I was more than happy to obey, yet I tried to remain calm and keep a serious expression. I quickly ran down the stairs and in a blink of an eye I was standing before the man I loved.

“I don’t want us to be like Romeo and Juliet. I want to grow old by your side, will you allow that?” Tom confessed.

“I think I will,” I replied before placing a light kiss to his lips.

“Come home, I can’t stand how empty it got since you left.”

I shook my head slowly. “Not yet, we still have much to work on. But maybe at some point, when everything comes back to normal, I will move in with you again.”

“I promise I’ll never let you down again and I will prove it to you every day, from this day until my last day,” Tom promised. A soft smile crept on my lips and Tom could see my eyes gleaming again. “So where do we start?”

“Shave! And maybe later I will even let you ask me out for a coffee,” I said feeling my smile grow wider.

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[dropsiaczek-the-smartest-avenger]

Christmas in the Avengers Tower

Word count: 1798

Warnings: none

(source: antyradio.pl)

It was Christmas and I woke up early on that day. I knew there were still many preparations for the evening’s Christmas Dinner, that’s why I pulled myself together quickly and headed to the kitchen to do what was needed to be done. Wanda and Vision were already there doing some things and Bruce was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Morning,” I greeted them.

“Oh, hey (y/n),” Bruce replied. “We made bets who will show up next. Vision won.”

“What a surprise,” I said ironically. “He’s a super high-tech computer so he probably developed an algorithm based on who wakes up and when.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about me like I wasn’t there! Instead of babbling you could better get to work, there is a lot to do.”

I nodded and got on with polishing the tableware. The morning went on painfully slowly and the omnipresent smell of Christmas dishes made the wait for the feast even more difficult.

“The most annoying thing about Christmas Dinner is that everybody wants to eat but nobody wants to prepare it. And you Bruce, since you’re here, you could at least pretend you’re doing something useful,” Wanda broke the silence.

“You guys are doing great, I’d only disturb.”

“Right,” I murmured and approached Bruce with a handful of plates. “Lay them out on the table and when you’re done come back for plates for soup and cutlery. Oh, and try not to break anything.”

Bruce murmured something under his breath and exited the kitchen. When I was done polishing, I went on to preparing sweet potatoes for the mash. We were working in silence until Peter Parker entered the kitchen.

“Well hello there! Why so silent? Let’s turn on some music to add ourselves the spirit!” He exclaimed happily.

I looked at him amused. “Hi spider-boy! I assume you came here to help?”

“Yes, of course! I’ll turn on the radio.”

“I have no idea what we would do without you,” Vision growled slightly annoyed.

Peter turned on the music and came up to me asking if there was anything for him to do. I ordered him to peel and drill apples for the pie and later prepare the mulled wine. So, the work went on, but this time with Christmas tunes coming out of the speakers. When the Italian song Acapulcoby Ricchi&Poveri started to play, Wanda stopped in her tracks.

“Why would they play a summer hit at this time of year?” she asked.

“Actually, the song is not a summer hit. It says that in Italy, when Christmas come, people go to Acapulco to use some sun,” I explained.

“Oh.”

We finished the work around noon, and everyone headed to their rooms to get ready for the evening. The first thing I did was checking if all presents are ready and prepared as they should be – packed and signed. For Thor I got a plaid flannel shirt and hammer-patterned boxers, for Bruce the Jurassic Park trilogy on Blu-ray and a Rubik’s Cube, for Bucky sleeves with fake tattoos and an iPod, for Peter a backpack and a Death Star Lego set, for Nat super-stylish velvet Ray-Ban sunglasses, for Tony a Gameboy and games, for Captain an electric shaver and Metallica’s Black Album, for Sam new running shoes, for Vision a sonic toothbrush, for Wanda a pillow with Vision’s face and a digital photo frame with some pictures of her and Vision I’ve secretly taken, for Clint a GPS locator, for T’Challa new Hawaiian-patterned swimming trunks and for Rhodey a voucher to spa. I even got a gift for the newest Avengers Tower resident, who was Loki, Thor’s brother. I got him an ugly Christmas sweater and the whole series of The Saxon Stories by Bernard Cornwell. Loki was still and outcast among Avengers, they all still remembered how he tried to take over the world. But even so I didn’t want him to be alienated on a day like this.

After checking the presents I moved on to making myself beautiful for the Dinner. I took a shower, washed my hair and applied some stunning make-up. For the occasion I chose a black skirt, an ugly Christmas sweater, similar to the one I bought for Loki and a Santa Claus hat. When I was all set, I took the gifts and headed to the dining room. Almost everyone was already there except for Thor and his brother. I put all presents under the tree and took a place at the table. Soon came Thor and announced that his brother won’t be joining us for the Christmas Dinner. A sigh of relief could be heard, and the atmosphere relaxed a little. I was wondering if I’m the only one who’s not happy about this. Okay, I knew Loki was evil and tricky, but it’s Christmas! Supposedly even animals speak in a human voice on this one special evening.

“Since everyone is finally here, I’d like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and let’s get down to eating!” Tony announced.

“Merry Christmas!” Everyone replied and the sound of chattering cutlery filled the room. There were so many dishes, all so delicious, and I wanted to try them all, but at some point my stomach was so full that I had to take a break.

“Hey, Clint, would you mind pouring me some mulled wine?”

“Sure thing, (y/n),” Clint replied, smiling as he handed me the mug full hot liquid. “Are you done earing?”

“Yes, for now. I’m sooo full,” I said, patting my belly. “I look as if I was pregnant.”

My words made Clint laugh. “I’ve had enough too, shall we get down to presents?”

“No, that would be rude!” I reproached. “We have to wait until everyone finishes eating.”

I liked Clint, he was one of my favourites at the Avengers Tower. Behind a seemingly inaccessible façade he was an incredibly nice and warm guy, a big child really. My second favourite was Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider-boy and he was the one to speak up next. “Can we already move to the presents?” He asked loudly.

“I’m still eating, would you, please, let me finish?” Thor protested.

“You’re always eating, Thor,” Natasha teased. “I’m also voting for the presents.”

Everybody nodded and got up from their places, leaving almighty Thor, the God of Thunder, alone at the table. Unpacking presents gave everyone a lot of joy. Some of them were funny and some really useful. Among many voices I heard Vision saying quietly why would someone get him a toothbrush. I got many books, a set of beanie and gloves a, a t-shirt saying I <3 NYand earrings. After some time the only present under the tree was the one I prepared for Loki.

“Who on Earth would buy a present for this freak?” Sam asked turning the package around in his hands.

“Me.”

“You’re too good, (y/n).”

“Perhaps,” I agreed.

From that moment the atmosphere tensed a little, but everyone went on to their own business. Natasha and Bruce were kissing in the corner, Tony, Clint, Sam and Rhodey got engaged in a drinking contest, Vision and Wanda left, T’Challa and Cap were playing table football and Peter and Bucky started to put the Death Star together. I moved away from the group and sat in front of the glass wall, looking at the city and drinking tea. It was dark and Christmas lights were perfectly visible. The view calmed me down. The glass wall showed the reflection of Thor approaching me.

“Thank you,” He said sitting beside me.

“For what?” I asked.

“That you don’t see my brother as a monster,” The man explained. “He did many things wrong but he’s trying to be good. I wish everyone could see it.”

“Maybe he’s just lost?” I suggested. “You were brothers and best friends when you were young and then he found out he’s not your real brother, that your father took him away from his home planet. Maybe he’s lost his identity and feels he doesn’t belong anywhere? Maybe he did all these dreadful things because he was trying to find his place in the universe?”

“You know, (y/n), you might be right. But everyone’s aversion won’t help him.”

“So talk to him. He needs to understand that fixing his relations with everyone here will take some time, but if he sticks to his decision it will eventually pay off.”

“Thank you,” Thor said and got up to leave. “And thank you for the boxers, they’re wonderful.”

“It wasn’t me, it was the Santa Claus.”

It got really late and I was the only one left in the dining room. I didn’t even realize when everyone left, I was so drowned in my thoughts. I decided to go to sleep too, but first…I took a glance at the lonely package under the Christmas tree. I knew I had to be the one to make the first move, and to get to my room I had to go past Loki’s anyway, so I decided to give him the gift in person. I took the package and headed in the right direction, vigorously at first but as I was getting close I slowed down my pace, losing my initial confidence. What if, in fact, Loki was so evil? I shook of all negative thoughts. He came to the Avengers Tower on his own accord, he must’ve had good intentions.

When I stood at his door I had to fight another battle with myself. And what if he’s asleep and I’ll wake him up and make him angry?And then: No, I have to try!I knocked on the door slightly and held my breath for a few seconds. There was no response. And just when I was about to leave the door opened slightly.

“What do you want?” I heard Loki’s smooth voice.

I turned around to face the door again. “You didn’t join us for the Christmas Dinner and Santa Claus left something for you too,” I said walking back to the door. Loki opened the door some more and I saw he was dressed in black sweatpants only.

“Some kind-hearted creature cared to get me a present. This can’t be. Where’s the trick?” Loki asked suspiciously.

“There is none, I swear,” I promised in a voice just above a whisper.

“Why do you even care?”

“Because I believe you’re not evil, just lost. I bought you a series of books by my favourite author, let me know if you like them.” With these words I turned to leave but stopped after few steps and turned around. “Oh, and Loki, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, (y/n).” Loki whispered and quickly closed the door behind him not to let me see tears forming in his eyes.

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[dropsiaczek-the-smartest-avenger]

Beautiful liar

Sweethearts! I’m starting a new blog where I’ll post about Marvel characters and actors playing them. I really hope I’ll be able to post regularly but it’ll all come out in the wash since my work as an academic teacher consumes most of my time. As a start-up story I’m posting a one-shot with Tom Hiddleston. It was made of a combination of all my recent frustrations and my untamed love for Tom Hiddleston. Enjoy!

In loving memory of Stan Lee. Excelsior!

Author: Brandon Voight/Splash News

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Word count: 1921

Warnings: swearing, angst, anger, lying, no happy ending

Part 2, titled Never let me down again, is...here

(The gif is not mine, all credits to the original owner)

It was a new thing between me and Tom, when he announced he was leaving to shoot a new film. I wasn’t happy about this but when we started dating I knew what I was getting myself into. Besides, I trusted him entirely.

“Perhaps I could visit you on set?” I offered during breakfast on the day he was leaving.

“Oh darling, I already told you, the project is top secret. The producers don’t want to risk that some information about the movie will leak. You really can’t go with me,” Tom explained shaking his head vigorously. “But I promise I will call you every day and I’ll come back as soon as I can.” He added seeing the sad look on my face.

“Alright…” I agreed reluctantly.

Then through the kitchen window I saw a cab pull up in front of our house and I knew the time has come for Tom to leave. Tom saw it too, so he quickly got up from the table and rushed to the door. He put on his coat and grabbed his suitcase, and I just stood there watching him. Just before heading out he turned to me and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’ll let you know when land in Italy.” And with these words he left.

The sudden emptiness of the house overwhelmed me, so I decided the best thing I could do is to distract myself with work. So I headed to my office to plan what my today’s lecture will be about.

It was about 5 p.m. when I finished the lecture and left the lecture room at the King’s College where I worked. I heard some incoming messages during the lecture so now I rummaged blindly in my purse trying to find my phone. I always was the type of person that said that a woman’s purse is not for finding anything in it, but for fitting everything in it, so it took some time before I finally pulled the phone out. I had three unread messages – one from Tom and two from Elizabeth Debicki, Tom’s friend. Since Tom was more important for me I decided to read his message first and it said:

Darling, I just landed in Florence, everything’s fine, ttyl.

And then I went on to the message from Liz. The first one said:

Hey, (y/n)! Wanna go out tonight? I don’t want you to sit alone at home.

And the other:

Oh, and Benedict will be coming too. We’re meeting at the Lamb & Flag at 8 p.m.

I thought it was very nice of Elizabeth to try and entertain me while my boyfriend was away. At least until I get used to him being away. The other thing I liked was that Tom’s friends became my friends, since I was new to London and I didn’t know anyone there, except for few people working with me at the King’s College, but they weren’t too sociable. I also met some snooker players but there were busy people and they didn’t have time to go out. I thought going would do me well so I replied:

Sure. I’ll meet you there.

I reached the spot fifteen minutes early and Elizabeth was already there.

“Hey!” I greeted and gave her a hug.

“It’s good to see you,” She said with a smile. “Ben has to put his children to sleep so he’ll be late. I think we should get inside, there’s no point in waiting for him here.”

I nodded in agreement and we got inside. The pub was a little crowded and I started to worry if we’ll manage to find a place to sit, but I quickly found out that Liz made a reservation for us. We ordered drinks and sat at our table.

“So, how’s work been today?” Liz started a conversation.

“I really can’t get used to how the students are different from the university I previously worked at. I now see the difference in attitude when you have to pay for studying,” I explained smiling. “How about you? Have you got any new movie projects coming up?”

“Oh yeah, there are few options,” Elizabeth replied and started describing every film she applied for a role in. We talked about everything and nothing until Benedict finally showed up.

“Daddy’s life, eh?” I asked giggling when he sat opposite of me.

“Trust me, (y/n), it’s not as bad as it seems. So how’s tricks?”

“Not bad,” I replied.

“Same,” Elizabeth murmured while scrolling through her phone. “Did Tom contact any of you? I haven’t heard from him since the morning and I’m starting to worry.”

“He texted me some time ago. He’s already in Florence,” I said.

“In that case…you really couldn’t manage to go with him? Even for a few days? He’s working with Olivia Colman and you’re crazy about her,” Ben asked studying my face intently.

“Taylor Swift is also working on this movie,” Liz added.

“Excuse me?” I asked surprised, moving my eyes from Benedict to Elizabeth and the other way around. I was wondering what the fuck were they talking about.

“Tom told me he asked you to join him but you said you’re too busy working on your PhD,” Ben said hesitantly.

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Did Tom lie to all of us? “He said I couldn’t go with him because the project is top secret.” I felt tears forming in my eyes as I repeated Tom’s words. The fact that he’s lied to his best friend and me made my heart break into pieces. And why would do that? To hide that he’s working with his ex? That was ridiculous, I would find out sooner or later anyway.

“He told me the same thing. I mean, that you couldn’t go because you were busy working. But I see you’re not lying and I don’t understand why would he do something like this?” Elizabeth said quietly. “Let’s call him and ask!”

“No!” I was desperately trying not to burst into tears. I was so hurt that I was unable to speak. “Sorry, I have to leave.” It was the only thing I managed to say before I grabbed my jacket, and purse, and stormed out the front door. The chilly night’s breeze finally caused all held back tears to fall freely. Many thoughts ran through my head as I was trying to understand my boyfriend’s actions. I thought we were happy together but it seemed I was wrong.

“Hey, (y/n)! Wait! (Y/n)!” I heard Benedict’s voice behind me as I was almost running towards the nearest Underground station. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. “(Y/n), talk to me!”

“What the fuck do you want?!” I yelled at him.

“Look, I have no idea what just happened here but we have to explain the situation. I’ll talk to my wife and I’m sure she’ll grant me a free weekend so you and I can go to Florence and pay Tom a visit. Are you alright with that?”

I only nodded in response, still unable to speak.

“Fine. I’ll get everything arranged, so don’t worry. When I buy the tickets I’ll text you the time I’ll come and pick you up on Saturday. Now come, let me drive you home.” 

It was already Saturday morning and I was pacing back and forth waiting for Benedict to show up. When he finally arrived I jumped into his car.

“Morning,” I greeted him. That was the only thing I said for the whole time of journey. The silence was tense between us, but Ben didn’t dare to break it. And every time I took a glance at him I felt he was just as angry as I was. Tom was his best friend after all. For the whole time I was so sure about what we were doing. But when we got off the plane my self-confidence faded and I wasn’t sure anymore if what we were doing was a good idea.

“Maybe we should go back?” I asked when we took a cab to the set. “I could as well wait until Tom comes back home.”

“(Y/n), it’s too late to go back now. Don’t worry, I have your back,” Benedict assured me.

“Fine, give me the pass.”

The ride wasn’t very long and my nervousness reached its peak when we entered the set. “Alright, where do we go now?” I asked.

“Only one movie is recorded here, so the question you should ask is where is Tom,” Ben replied looking around.

“Let’s find out,” I said and approached a man who I assumed was a service worker. “Scusi! Dove è Tom Hiddleston?” I asked the man in Italian.

“È nella sua roulette.” The man replied.

“Grazie mille!” I thanked him and turned back to Benedict who looked at me in shock.

“I didn’t know you speak Italian.”

“I’m a woman of many talents,” I said with a wink. “And Tom is in his trailer. Let’s go.”

I was praying to remain unseen as I really wasn’t in mood for chit chatting, but of course things couldn’t go too smooth and we bumped into Olivia Colman. She greeted Ben and turned to me. “Oh my, you must be (y/n), Tom’s girlfriend! He talks all the time about how pretty and smart you are. I’m so glad you managed to pull yourself from work and come here. Tom said you are busy working on your PhD. Tom will be ecstatic to see you.”

“I’m sure he will be,” I replied with a faint smile.

“I won’t stop you anymore, I’m sure you’re impatient to see your boyfriend. Take the corner right and his trailer will be second on the right.”

“Thank you,” I said picking up my pace. I took the corner to the right and sprinted to the second trailer.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Benedict asked.

“No, I can do this,” I replied and entered the trailer without knocking. Tom was standing there shirtless. Normally I would just stay there and admire the view, but the situation wasn’t as usual. Anger grew with me beyond measure. Tom turned around and looked at me, shocked expression forming on his face.

“(Y/n), what…what are you doing here?” He stuttered in shock.

“My PhD is not as time absorbing as you tell everyone. Hey! What’s that look on your face? Aren’t you happy to see me?” I asked ironically. I saw Tom was about to say something, but I cut him off before he even had a chance to start. “No, I’m doing the talking now. I don’t know what you were thinking and I don’t give a shit about it anymore. I don’t care if it was about Taylor or there was some other reason. I have left everything behind for you! I have moved to London for you! And yet you lie to me and everyone around. I trusted you with my life and you failed this trust. You know what? Fuck yourself! When you come back home I won’t be there anymore.” When I finished my monologue, I just turned on my heel and exited the trailer, leaving Tom standing there stunned. I wasn’t sad anymore, I wasn’t angry anymore, I felt nothing, like someone ripped my heart from my chest.

“I assume you heard everything. I’m going back to London,” I told Ben, who was still standing outside.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Entirely.”

Alrighty! Tell me if you liked it and if you want part 2! 

xoxo