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a startling realization pt1

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Summary: Oakley returns to campus after a trip with his mates and steadily comes to realize he's developed feelings for you

Pairing: Oakley x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning/s: frat boy friends vibes; bit of angst; probably not a completely accurate referencing to the events of 'Unrelated' [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: prequel piece to 'just another memory' but can be read alone; Oakley is a SIMP in the making for Reader

There'd been a strange sinking feeling in Oakley's stomach since he and his mates hit the road back to Cambridge. It was the kind that he'd only ever felt when he knew he'd done something that could get his mother cross at him and she and his father would impose some form of punishment on him. Perhaps revoke his cell phone for a week so he couldn't join his friends on their regular scheduled shenanigans. Or chat up some stunner that he'd met the week prior.

But things were different now. He was no longer bound by their rules for the most part. He was free to do whatever he wished and this trip to Italy was the perfect showcase of that new dynamic. All he had to do was get his degree and get a job, and he would still have their support and financial aid so that he wouldn't have to stay at the dorms or even have to tough it out with a roommate that might not approve of the way he lived day in day out.

The only person keeping him in check now was himself, and as far as he was concerned, there was nothing he'd done in Italy that he wouldn't have done in Cambridge. He had a bloody good time there, even, getting to engage in not just one but two flings, and one of them with an older woman.

And yet, when he thought back on every touch, every kiss, that he'd shared with either of the women, that pit in his stomach would form again. As if the activities he'd engaged in during his vacation were somehow the "wrong thing" that could make someone responsible for him cross.

But why?

"You're awfully quiet back there, mate. Which one of your lucky ladies is taking up space in that randy little brain o' yours, I reckon?" Eric teased, lightly tapping the curly blond's head as he plopped down on the seat next to him, jostling him out of his dwelling over why there was a pit in his stomach to begin with.

"I've no idea what you're on about, mate, I'm not thinking of anyone," he tried to brush it off, brows furrowing together when he tried to remember that night in the pool and the knots in his stomach worsened. Like the memories he made in Italy were not something he could look back at with fondness.

If he dwelled on it for even a second longer than necessary, it almost felt as if he was looking back on those memories with a touch of shame.

"Ah come on, Oaks, you tellin' everyone 'ere that you're not thinking about that stunner of a blonde Elizabetta? Even I'm thinking 'bout her and it wasn't my tongue down 'er throat." Eric crowded his space, squishing him to the side of the van. "Or even that cougar Anna, my lord, man that one was fawning and doting after you!"

As if right on cue, his mobile rang and vibrated violently in his pocket. Another call. He didn't need to even glance at the tiny device to know who it was. She'd been calling since just a few minutes after they'd all said their goodbyes.

That was over 24 hours ago. And he was well on his way back to campus, the scenery already began to elicit that feeling of 'home'. Or at least of familiarity.

"Speak o' the devil! Why don't you pick it up, Oaks? Be a grand old time hearing her pining after you again." His friend flailed into his side, dramatically placing the back of his hand on his brow. "'Oh Oakley how I miss you terribly, why don't I come visit you on Cambridge and we can live out any professor fantasies you might have in that virile young college brain? I'll even get the glasses and the pencil skirt just for you."

"Sod off," he grunted, trying to chuckle away the mental image. Another thing that was bothering him: Those fantasies that he'd had before they left for Italy a little over a month ago…none of them appealed to him now. "If you want, you take her number and live out those filthy little daydreams of yours, mate."

All that he could manage to think of at the moment was the melancholic knowledge that when he got back to his apartment, there would be no one there. He wasn't coming home to anyone. That didn't used to bother him before, but for some reason sitting in this van with all his mates and having to hear them be completely taken up with his own conquests in this trip made him feel as if he should be guilty and shameful somehow of the way he acted. The way he treated both the women that he encountered and found himself entangled with.

This is ridiculous, you're not looking for a wife, you batty little git, he hissed at himself, trying to supress the urge to let out a deep exhale. That would set off everyone in the van. Besides, you don't even know anyone that's even remotely wife material.

"Hey hey hey look alive, lads," Marcus, the one at the wheel, started to call out. His tone was brimming with wanton intent. "We are steadily approaching the dorms, and you know what comes after."

"Sorority row!" the rest of the van cheered, proceeding to make botched barking sounds, effectively drowning out the relentless ringing of Oakley's phone.

But the mention of the dorms finally had him sitting up straighter, realization dawning on him that he was wrong. He actually already knew someone who was so much more than "wife material". Someone brilliant and diligent that had a part of him driven to make the steps to be someone better.

Someone that he called his best friend. Better than anyone in the van with him tonight.

You.

"Marcus, could you drop me off here?" he called out, his stomach flipping at the sight of your familiar silhouette jogging to the front door of your dormitory.

His friends' remarks faded into a dull buzzing in the background as he got off the van, making his way over to you and staying still by your side while you did your step-ups at the bottom step of the stairs. It only took a few moments before you shifted your gaze at him, removing your earphones and hooking the cord behind your head before giving him a beaming grin.

"Goldie Long Legs!" you squealed, the exhilaration from your workout giving you an adorably flushed look, the slightest tinge of pink on your cheeks. "I didn't know you were coming back tonight."

"I was gonna give you a call when I woke up tomorrow, but then I saw you." He did his best not to pay too much attention to the strange somersaults his stomach was making the longer he stared at you. "Coffee?" He tried to keep his tone casual, despite the way his voice cracked on the last syllable, as if he was a nervous lad asking a girl out for the first time.

You answered a giggle that had his heart doing the most bizarre acrobatics in his chest. Why was he reacting to you like this? Was it simply the lack of a woman's presence the last two days as they made their way back, making this reaction more primal than anything else? Was it your exercise outfit and the way the fabric clung to the curves that were rarely ever out for him to take notice of before?

Was it something else? Something that was simply…uniquely…you?

"Coffee? At this hour?" you laughed off his offer. "All the coffee shops are closed by now, and you know how you get with caffeine, Goldie. If you have a sip, you won't know a peaceful night's sleep tonight."

"Oi! Lookin' good there, Y/L/N!" Eric hollered from the van. Oakley's skin bristled seeing how his friend leered over your figure. "Shame you didn't join us, Italy woulda been an even prettier sight with you around."

"Rather not add to the trail of broken hearts you lot left behind," you shot back flawlessly, sticking your tongue out at the boys in the van. "I know you lads well enough to know you didn't behave yourselves."

"Oaks over there's the worst offender of us all!" Eric pouted, pointing at the curly haired blond. "Two flings. At the same time. Shoulda seen him, Y/L/N, he was at the top of his game."

The playful smile on your face faltered for a fraction of a second before you recomposed yourself. That infinitesimal moment was more than enough for the pit in his stomach to make its presence felt once again. Now Oakley knew what it was, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Shame. And the worry that knowing what he'd done back there would somehow taint your perception of him. When your gaze darted to him once again, he had to fight back the words that wanted to stumble clumsily out of his mouth. They meant nothing to me.

In the moment they were fascinating, and truthfully while he was in said moment, he thought about how things would go moving forward. If he would try to pursue anything with either of them, but ultimately the immediate answer was 'No'. Back then he didn't know quite yet the reason behind his mind's outright refusal, but now he did.

This dalliance was a mistake. I have someone so much better back at home and I've been a fool not to see it.

"Quite the juggling act, Goldie," you remarked, your tone more hushed than before. It felt as if you were putting distance between the two of you despite not having moved an inch. Like there was a wall he couldn't quite scale now just to get to you.

"One o' them even gave him a nice lil picture o' her. A breathtaking blonde called Elizabetta. Ohh man not even the finest girls in sorority row can compare."

Shut up, you little twat, he internally seethed, wanting nothing more than to throw whatever he could get his hands on at Eric's head so that he could just. Stop. Talking.

And then his mobile started ringing again. And your smile disappeared, your face looking as if it was struggling to decide how to reconfigure itself, your neck twitching with every shrill note of his ringtone. "That's probably that breathtaking blonde now," you said in an eerily chipper tone. "I won't keep you any longer, I'm sure you're tired from the trip. And you'd like to spend the night speaking with your new lady friend."

"Oh that's not even the blonde! That's the other one!" Dammit Eric, stop talking. "Older lady. Head over heels for him, she couldn't keep her hands off him every time they were in the room together. Told you, Y/L/N. Top of his game."

"Ohh so a lady lady friend. All worldly and whatnot…" Even your body language was throwing him off now, way too casual to fit how he himself felt in this moment. The feeling of wanting more than anything to explain. "Well then, I really don't want to keep you. I know better than to keep my elders waiting, you should, too."

The boys in the van started cheering and clapping over your remark, jokingly chanting "One of us! One of us!" as you gave them a curtsy, making a motion as if you were wearing a skirt rather than your black and hot pink leggings.

It was only when you were halfway up the steps to your dorm building that he managed to find his voice again. "Breakfast tomorrow? My treat?"

You only answered with another giggle. "Did you hit your head or something back in Italy? You don't do breakfast, Oakley. At most you do half a protein bar at first period. From my purse. I'll see you at lunch. I mean…if you're not too busy with your new lady friends or whatever."

He couldn't come up with an intelligible enough response, instead watching you walk into your building and shutting the door, wiping away at your face with your towel. All that he could do was walk back into the van, telling Marcus in a daze, "Drop me off at my place. I'm not in the mood for stop overs at sorority row."

Oakley wasn't in the mood for any more games. Any more women. Not tonight.

The next morning the first thing he did was call up his service provider to see about getting a number blocked, and then he grabbed his wallet, rummaging around in his desk drawer for a handful of photos to place in front of Elizabetta's. A group photo with his mates from their first class project in freshman year, a photo with his family. A photo of a stolen moment with you where you two were wielding chopsticks at each other in a playful "stand off" for a potsticker, and your graduation photo.

On a whim, he placed the potsticker one in the front, a fond smile stretching across his face as he traced his finger over your face in the picture. And then his alarm clock began to ring and the sound quickly filled his apartment, springing him into action to find the nearest clean outfit he had lying around.

He nearly broke a sweat with how fast he ran to your dorm building, hoping he'd catch you before you started walking toward wherever you'd decided to grab breakfast for this morning. Right as he was across the street from the front doors, you walked out, one earphone plugged in and the other dangling from the cord, undoubtedly mouthing along to whichever song was topping the chart this week.

"Y/N!" He internally winced at the hoarseness in his voice. He wasn't even running for that long; how was it that he was already heaving for air?

Your head snapped up to his direction at the sound of your name, shock registering on your face when your eyes met his. Followed by confusion, your brows adorably knitting together as you watched him jogging towards you as he crossed the street.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods at this hour, Goldie?" you greeted him with a smile, hooking the cord of your earphones behind your neck. "Have a breakfast date with one of the girls from my building? You must have it bad for this one if you're willing to wake up so early for--"

"Y/N, I'm…I'm not here for someone from your building," he cut you off, wiping his hands on his shorts before standing up straight, trying to get his heart to stop beating so bloody fast. "I asked you to breakfast last night, remember? My treat?"

His response had you visibly taken aback. "Oh…" The word came out more like a squeak, making you clear your throat. "I uhh…I thought you just offered that as a nicety. For catching up. We could've done lunch…or you know, coffee now that it's a reasonable hour."

"We could do that, too," he said in a rush, fighting against the strange instinctual urge to reach for your hand as the worry that you might wave him off and start walking away crossed his mind. "After breakfast?"

You shuffled your feet in place, slightly swaying back and forth. It was a motion he knew all too well from you, the one that told him you were trying to think something through, trying to find the reason and the rationality in something before deciding what to say or do next. Had it been any other day, any other circumstance, and had he not been grappling with finding his own sense of rationality in why there was suddenly this shift on how he was acting and reacting around you, he would have swayed with you.

After a few moments your mouth stretched into a half-smile, shrugging before tilting your head in the direction of a nearby cafe and bakery. "Alright then. Let's go."

Oakley couldn't help how his face broke out into a grin, a touch too eagerly falling into step with you, still fighting the urge to reach for your hand. To lace his fingers with yours.

"So tell me all about Italy," you started, looking up at him and squinting your eyes as the morning sun hit your features. "Start with the food because I want to know if handmade pasta--"

"We can talk about Italy later," he breathed out, finally losing the struggle to not reach for you and settling on lightly resting his hand just above the small of your back. "Tell me about what you've been up to the last six weeks."

He'd try and process what it meant later. That all he wanted to do was know how you'd spent your time apart. That he wanted to hear your stories rather than speak about his own. That much as it was an extraordinary experience to roam Italy with his mates, the only thing he could think of now was how it could have been even more beautiful if he perhaps…experienced it with you.

"Oh…" Your voice got smaller again, as if you were struggling yourself to find words. "Well truthfully they were quite boring. My sister visited campus to drag me to the shopping plaza to overhaul my wardrobe. She's quite literally holding my jumpers hostage and replaced them all with…well, things like these." You awkwardly motioned at the dress you were wearing, a frilly sage number with a bow. "I look ridiculous."

"You look beautiful," he blurted out, immediately biting the inside of his cheek when you snapped your head up to give him a questioning look. A new feeling flooded him. Something almost akin to…fear? His heart was still pounding and thrashing in his chest, his breathing thready like the air was too thin.

Like he was afraid that you'd look at him and see right through him. Right into his soul. His deepest, most secret thoughts. Thoughts he hadn't even dared to properly articulate with himself.

And if you saw them, if you saw him, you would walk away without a second thought. Those words that he was so used to wielding without completely meaning it when he was around other girls, he'd uttered to you with the weight of every unspoken thought he'd had of you since last night.

With every ounce of sincerity and honesty that felt so foreign for him to possess.

"Oh please, Goldie, you don't have to butter me up," you laughed off his compliment, waving it away with your hand like it was a little housefly flitting away by your face. "You don't have to lay it on--"

"I'm not." The words were flying out of him faster than his brain could filter them. "You're beautiful, Y/N. And it's not because your sister overhauled your wardrobe or you changed your hair. It's you." His heart caught in his throat seeing your eyes widen, the questions and the confusion in them mirroring his own. What was wrong with him today? "All of you."

You pursed your lips, already looking back in the opposite direction like you were second guessing agreeing to sharing a meal with him. Or maybe even sharing any form of time with him. He already wanted to hit himself for not keeping his mouth shut, he probably just flushed your entire friendship down the toilet all because he started acting the same way he did when he was in the first grade talking to the prettiest girl in class.

"Hmmm," you sounded through pursed lips, taking a deep breath before your features morphed into that all too composed smile that you gave him and his mates last night. "And here I thought all I had going for me was my winning personailty."

"That's just a part of it," he shot back, failing to fight the urge to touch his hand to your arm as you reached the cafe, helping you keep steady as you walked up the elevated platform leading to the door. Right as you walked past him when he opened the door for you, he caught a wisp of your perfume. The same one you'd worn every day since the day he met you, the scent of apples and mandarin blanketing him with a warmth that took him aback.

Memories of his weeks in Italy now bombarded him. How he would relish the apples that he had, breathing in the scent before taking a bite. How he brought an apple when he and the rest of the group visited a citrus grove, and how the combined smells reminded him of home.

Only his family home didn't smell like that at all. It smelled of tea plants and bergamot.

"Oakley?" Your voice broke through his memories. "You alright over there?"

He took in the sight of you, a single eyebrow raised looking like you were amused by his stupefied state, the corner of your mouth upturned in a little smirk. "Right as rain," he choked out, finding it hard to breathe properly with his heart beating so fast it might as well be The Flash on a treadmill. "Just not used to being up this early, is all."

You only wagged your finger at him, tsk'ing in response when he stepped up next to you at the counter. "Shouldn't have shocked your system with changing your routine like that, Goldie. You have to ease yourself into it, take baby steps. Otherwise you'll crash midday and end up taking a twenty-minute nap that quickly turns into four hours, miss a lecture, and then you'll have to rely on my notes. Again."

"Ah, you should know me better by now, Y/N. I'll need to rely on your notes even if I'm wide awake, I can never pay attention to those old windbags."

His words had you rolling your eyes to the ceiling, a devious smile playing at your lips. He couldn't take his eyes off you, every waking brain cell screaming at him to take your face in his hands and kiss you.

"And here I thought your time with your new worldly lady friend would have you respecting our elders a bit more," you quipped, laughing at him when all he could do in response was audibly choke on the air. "Maybe we can hack that debauched brain of yours. Pretend those old windbags are your older lady friend instead, or pretend one of the pretty girls in our lecture room is your breathtaking blonde Italian beauty. Maybe then you'll pay a bit more attention in class."

I won't, his mind protested. Why would I look anywhere else when you're right next to me?

"I really don't think so," he said softly, letting out a chuckle when all you did was shake your head at him, proceeding to order a bacon cheese waffle sandwich and the first of a handful of coffees you'd be drinking throughout the day. All the while Oakley watched you, a fond smile stretching across his face as he lost himself in the memory of the citrus grove again. The scent he was chasing the entire way to Italy and back.

Your scent.

Home

A/N: Sometime last year I made a lil note in my idea notebook to make a prequel piece to 'just another memory' and now here we are…and it's gonna be a 2-parter with a potential alternate ending because the lil gremlin horn dogs in my writer brain want a scenario where she chooses…well, y'know what, you'll know who it is soon enough 😈😈

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, Unrelated (2007), Unrelated (2007) RPF, Archipelago (2010) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Oakley (Unrelated)/Original Female Character(s), Oakley (Unrelated)/Original Female Character(s), Oakley (Unrelated) & Original Female Character(s), Oakley (Unrelated) & Original Character(s), Oakley (Unrelated)/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston & Reader, Tom Hiddleston & You, Tom Hiddleston & Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Oakley (Unrelated), Tom Hiddleston, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color Additional Tags: Actor Tom Hiddleston, POV Tom Hiddleston, Young Tom Hiddleston, Bottom Tom Hiddleston, Domme Character, Dom/sub, Domestic, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom/sub Play, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Punishment, Corporal Punishment, Spanking, Disobeying Orders, Sub Tom Hiddleston, Touching, Embarrassment, Teasing, Cock Tease, Blow Jobs, Pet Names, Name-Calling, Dry Humping, Pillow - Freeform, Teaching, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Come Shot, Come Sharing, Praise Kink, Aftercare, Original Character(s), Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cowgirl Position, Sexual Frustration, Frustration, Moaning

Summary:

Oakley, as punishment, has been instructed by his domme to remain celibate until further notice. What will happen to him when she catches him disobeying her direct order?

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“What do we have here?” The sharp contrast of his domme’s voice cut through the room like a hot knife to butter. Oakley quickly shot his hands out of his trousers, cheeks rosy and breath shaky. He knew he was in trouble. He should have listened but, of course, he didn't…

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Prompt: 13. “Can we just make a decision? Please?”

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x femme!voluptuous!Reader

Warnings: night drives to a video store, fluff-ish stuff, flirting, cursing (because it’s Adam), and would vamps love the idea of temperature play? I think they would

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“Oh, my God. Adam, stop. Pull over.”

Adam glances out your window for the briefest moment. “What is it?” his vaguely interested baritone drones.

“Look!” It’s an old video store, a movie rental place, a relic from a time gone by. “Please please—oh! We’re past it.” You sigh and slump back in your seat, staring out the window as the next-to-deserted moon-lit city rolls by.

Slowing to a stop before a red light, Adam looks to you. “Really?” he says, with the faintest smile—like he could humour you, if you were sweet about it.

You put your hand on his where it rests on the gearshift. The chill of his flesh is comforting, somehow, and he feels the same about your warmth. You run your thumb over the exposed back of his hand. “I haven’t seen one of them in so long. I didn’t even know they still existed. Will you take me, baby? Can we go?”

Ever so subtly, the corners of his mouth tug upward, like he’s trying to hold back a smile.

“Five minutes,” you attempt to persuade him further, “that’s all. And we could have a movie night!”

His brows raise, and you shuffle a little closer to him in your seat.

You adjust yourself, pushing your chest out and pressing your arms together to exaggerate your ample cleavage. Then, you drop your voice and murmur huskily, “You could watch me eat a choc-top—”

The traffic lights turn green.

“—feel my mouth get all cold.”

Adam tears his gaze from yours and throws a u-turn, spinning his old Jaguar around and following the road back the way you’d come.

He smiles slyly at you out of the corner of his eye as the engine rumbles down the desolate street, and you grin at him. No more words need be said.

Adam pulls into the carpark, and an old neon ‘open late’ sign flickers and flashes in the large window.

“Wow,” you whisper, ripping off your seat belt and stepping out of the car. “I can’t believe this place is still here. I thought they all closed a few years ago.”

Adam huffs a shallow laugh as he shuts and locks his door. “Time in a lost place is a funny old thing.”

You whip around to face him, and find him glaring at the old building with thinly veiled disgust. The large windows are a little grimy, and two nearby rubbish bins overflow with garbage. Inside, one of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling flickers, and another one is cracked and broken, illuminating nothing beneath it.

“Fuck’s sake…” Adam murmurs quietly.

You stretch your arm out to him. “Come on, grumpy.”

Slowly his gaze lands on yours, looking every bit the part of a sullen teenager.

“For me,” you beckon him closer, offering your hand. “We won’t be here long.”

Begrudgingly, Adam stalks towards you and slips his gloved palm into yours. “They’d better sell that fucking ice cream here,” he growls, slipping on his Oakley shades.

“I’m sure they will, baby,” you croon, smiling back at him as you push open the large glass door.

It’s stale inside, the damp and dust only just kept at bay by whirring air conditioning that churns out crisp, cold, recycled air.

You shiver a little, and Adam finds it delightful.

The young clerk behind the counter looks up, slightly surprised but mostly disinterested. “We close in ten,” they grumble.

“Midnight?” Adam questions, and the clerk nods, going back to their phone. He squeezes your hand and says, “Make it quick,” – but your attention is already elsewhere.

“How much for a slurpee?” you call to the sales clerk eagerly.

They look at you with a blank stare.

“Sorry,” you gesture at the machine, rotating crushed, watery ice artificially coloured a deep pinkish-red. “For a slushie?”

“Two-fifty for a small, four bucks for a large.”

You glance at Adam, smiling sweetly. “It’ll make my tongue red,” you murmur breathily.

Adam regards you with an intense, lingering stare.

“I’ll taste a little sweeter,” you whisper.

He looks deep into your eyes, and when he glimpses your lips his nostrils flare very, very subtly—but enough for you to know, your whispered words are affecting him.

After pleading and paying you and Adam find yourselves strolling into the paranormal and supernatural section.

You break from his palm to grab at one of the selection, and hold it up to his face.

“This,” you say emphatically, “this was so popular, babe.”

Adam tilts his head to the side as he scrutinises the cover. “’True… Blood’?” he says slowly, turning over the concept in his mind.

You nod. “It’s what the vamps drink. This manufactured kind of…” you search for the word, “synthetic blood.”

“Hm.”

“Based on books.” You hand the Blue-Ray to him and he peruses it further. “And HBO made it, so,” you wrap your lips around the clear plastic straw and suck more of the icy treat into your mouth.

You keep your eyes locked with his as you do, and Adam watches from behind his black sunglasses, rapt. You swallow and finish your sentence. “So, it’s very sexy.”

Adam looks set to lunge for you and tackle you to the musty, un-vacuumed carpet.

You think quickly, having bitten off more than you can chew and needing to pump the brakes on your teasing. “Here,” you grab the first thing you see and hand it to him, “another option.”

Adam takes the DVD case and his features soften. Gently, he trails the tips of two fingers over the cover art. “Vlad,” he murmurs, and his mouth breaks into a small, wistful smile.

Your gaze flicks back and forth from Adam to ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’ in quick succession. “You know Gary Oldman?” you squeak, incredulity lacing your voice and your features.

Adam smiles. He places the DVD back on the shelf. “By another name.”

You stare, gobsmacked, as Adam picks up another movie—continuing on as if no revelations have been divulged. His smooth forehead creases as he inspects the DVD and he flips the case over in his hand.

“Handsome,” he says softly. “Was this popular too?”

“’Twilight’?” you raise your brows. “Very.”

The furrow creasing Adam’s brow deepens, and he slides the movie back into its place on the shelf.

After a few more minutes of browsing, the clerk calls out from behind the counter, announcing to the pair of you that the store is closing.

You spin on your heel to face Adam. He’d been getting lost in small moments of nostalgia, disdain, and melancholy. Perhaps bringing him here was a bad idea.

“Come on, baby,” you take his hand in yours, “they’re closing. Pick one and let’s go.”

Adam grumbles an inaudible growl of a word and looks up from the DVD he’d been holding. He stares at the shelves, and clenches his jaw.

This isn’t good. “Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“Is this what you thought of me and my kind before we met?” Adam says in the dull, drole tone of someone particularly unimpressed. “That I could, fucking, sparkle and glimmer in the sunlight?” Unceremoniously he drops the movie back onto the shelf, and his lip subtly curls in distaste. “How terrible for you to realise the truth. Fuck, you must be bitterly disappointed.”

You cock your head to the side. Though you couldn’t possibly have foreseen Adam confronting his own undead immortality at a Blockbuster in the middle of the night, this was definitely a bad idea. Adam was dipping his toes in the cold, dark, rippling pool of vampiric existentialism and no, you will not try this again, lest he fall in.

The clerk calls out to you again, impatient and tired.

You switch tacts, trying on something that all men fall prey to, living or undead. “Well, the truth is stranger than fiction, my love.” You step closer to Adam, and place your palm on his chest. You step up on your tip toes, and let your hot breath fan over his neck. “And far more… seductive.”

Like dropping a cube of ice into warm water, the press of your hand thaws his surly mood.

Adam gazes at your face. “Look at you,” he purrs, eyeing how the crushed, syrup-laden ice has changed the colour of your tongue. “You look like…” he licks at his bottom lip, “you’re just like… my little strawberry.”

You smile. “A strawberry, hm?”

“Yes,” he murmurs darkly, backing you against the shelves.

“Hey! Hey—excuse me. Look, I’m locking up and I really need y’all to leave,” says a voice off in the distance.

“Well, come on then, baby,” you murmur with a soft, breathy voice, “take me home and eat me.”

Adam’s almost never moved faster.

XXXX

Come and let me know if you have a prompt you’d like me to write! There are some lists on my blog, and at this stage I’m happy to write for the Enola Holmes versions of Sherlock and Mycroft, and any Tom Hiddleston character b/c I’m in love xx

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Excuse me?

Well, well, well. Here we are. It’s an amazing day. Yesterday, I hit 500 followers. 500 people want to see my writing and general nonsense? Are you sure you lot are not lost? Well, regardless of if you’re lost or not, you’re welcome in my humble digital home. Grab yourselves a drink, take a seat and curl up by the fireplace with a good story.

To celebrate, I’m doing something I’ve never done before. I’m hosting a writing challenge. Below you’ll find prompts. The first 20 are dialog prompts and the last five are more situational prompts. You can totally overlap a dialog prompt with a situational prompt or take one of either.

Of course, should someone who isn’t following me wishes to participate, feel free. No minimum word counts and no maximum though please use a ‘read more’ line if you go over 500 words. Reader inserts and OC’s are welcome, Marvel or RPF for any of the Marvel actors. Feel free to go dark, go smutty but please do warn accordingly.

Tag me in your fics, drop me a message if you don’t think I saw your posting and tag it #Kitkats500

**Edit because I’m a idiot** Due date is 4/9- my wedding anniversary because why the fuck not. Send me a ask or drop me a message with what you want and who you’re writing, if you know already. 

Now, before we get to the prompts, I want to just thank @winterisakiller, @tnystrk-exe, @just-the-hiddles, @dangertoozmanykids101, @nonsensicalobsessions, @hopelessromanticspoonie, @coyotesongwriting and everyone else who’s been there for me either for a little while or the long haul over the last two years. Special shout out to @acoholic-muffin, my first regular reader, how you found me so long ago, I have no clue but thanks for sticking around for the ride. <3

1)“Wanna get married for the gifts and the tax breaks?”

2) “Can we cuddle?” @fyrecrafted w/ Loki

3) “Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

4) “You’re teasing me again…”

5) “The nights still young.” @catsladen w/ Tom Hiddles 

6) “Are you hitting on me?”

7) “Is that a new perfume?” @voila-tout w/ Loki

8) “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”  

9) “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” @hopelessromanticspoonie w/ Loki

10) “I wish we could live together already.”

11) “Did you do something different with your hair?” @finchbaggins W/ Tom Hiddleston x ofc 

12) “You’re so beautiful.”

13) “Stop being such a goddamn baby.”

14) “I’m pregnant.” @winterisakiller Tom hiddles x ofc

16)“ Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.” @just-the-hiddles w/ Tom Hiddles

17) “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

18) “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” @nonsensicalobsessions w/ Loki

19) “It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?” @nildespirandum w/ Loki

20) “You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.” @xoxabs88xox w/ undecided  (Oh my god, this one has all the angsty potential I can’t waiiiiit)

Situations:

21) We’re brushing our teeth together and I’m struck by the thought that we look good together in the mirror. @myoxisbroken w/ Loki (Completed)

22) I’ve become so accustomed to touching each other that I don’t even realize we’re constantly doing it until we’re alone and you apologize @toozmanykids with Oakley 

23) Sending funny photos to make you laugh when I know you’re with people

24)I’m pretty sure we’ve been flirting for the last five minutes and I’m pretty sure I don’t want it to end

25) Laughing at your really lame jokes and bad puns

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The Reader Chronicles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32d4ZmX

by weaving_a_tale

Assorted tales of Reader persuasions Hopefully they will satisfy your inclinations And if such stories give you trepidation Then I cannot force adoration

But if you are willing to give them a try I hope they make you happily sigh (Or at least help time go by)

So crack open this book (Or at least tap to go inside) Let me take you away And hopefully something I've written Will make you day 😊

(Tom Hiddleston x Reader ficlets, sometimes featuring him, other times his characters)

Words: 7736, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: British Actor RPF, War Horse (2011), The Deep Blue Sea (2011), Suburban Shootout (TV), Unrelated (2007), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Night Manager (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Bobby | Tom Hiddleston's Dog, James Nicholls, Freddie Page, Oakley (Unrelated), Bill Hazledine, Loki (Marvel), Jonathan Pine

Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Reader, James Nicholls/Reader, Freddie Page/Reader, Jonathan Pine/Reader, Oakley (Unrelated)/Reader, Bill Hazledine/Reader, Loki/Reader

Additional Tags: oneshots, Ficlets, whatever strikes my fancy to be honest, full of laughers dancers prancers and loons, (and you just might find a few buffoons), Some angst, Some humour, always romance

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32d4ZmX

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masterlist

AO3 Library here

Collections/Celebrations

500 follower celebration 1000 follower celebration Song-inspired Stories Drabbles Masterlist

Tales Reimagined

Events

14 Days of Valentines 2023 [Community Project] Kinktober 2023

Series

a heart like yours – Loki x Reader (eventually) // Steve x Reader (briefly)

On a mission to Sorsogon, Philippines to apprehend a healer performing extreme acts of vigilante justice, you get compromised with a curse placed on your heart. Now the team must break the curse or risk losing you forever.

relinquish the crown – dark!Loki x Reader

Loki surrenders his claim to the throne on one condition: He be betrothed to you, as was once tradition in your family’s ancestry. You…are Thor’s daughter.

secret notes – Loki x Reader

You’re an Avenger leading a secret life as a faceless content creator, singing covers on YouTube, choosing songs that you specifically dedicate to Loki. It’s the best way you can get your feelings out without risking getting hurt. So what happens when you start going viral and suddenly your teammates are so keen to find out who “The Lonely Avenger” on YouTube really is?

man of the month – Loki x Reader

The Avengers are making a calendar for charity and you're the designated photographer. Will you be able to keep your thoughts and hands to yourself around the guys as they make their attraction to you known? Will they?

rules of conduct – Loki x Reader

SHIELD has decided that it would be in everyone's best interest if Loki were more acclimated to the ways of Midgard/Earth since he has been residing there for the last few years to make amends for his attack on New York. Stark decided to draw names out of a hat to see who would be stuck with the task. Your name was drawn.

let me hear you – Loki x Reader

A curse has been placed on the entire world wherein the only ones that can speak your name are those that love you completely. And if they break your trust, your name gets wiped from their memory completely.

Multi-Part (5 parts or less)

talking in your sleep – Loki x Reader part 2

Loki returns from a recon mission to discover you hadn't slept since he left. Four days ago. based on the prompt "i haven't slept for four days"

sworn fealty – King!Loki x Asgardian Soldier!Reader

You're the soldier designated to tell King Loki that Lady Sif and the Warriors Three have left for Midgard to bring Thor home.

the right partner – Loki x Reader

You had no intentions of joining Stark's party, considering that your ex had just dumped you two days ago and he was already announcing his new relationship. And then along came Loki, offering to be your date for the night…

onyx – Loki x Reader part 1 part 2

You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.

Oneshots

what's today again? – Loki x Reader

Thor tries to wake you up to keep you from getting fired, but you refuse to believe that it's not Saturday, so he calls his brother for help.

revisiting Stuttgart – Loki x Reader

You presented Loki with an idea to go around places where he had less than favorable memories and you two can make new, better ones together. You start with Stuttgart, Germany. part of the Invade Me Chronicles

heaven sent – Loki x Reader

The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold.

little darling – Loki x Reader

You find out that Loki made a joke about you being helpless without him because of your height, and you attempt to exact your revenge

men like you – Loki x Reader

prequel to 'revisiting Stuttgart'. You were tasked to perform crowd control in Stuttgart, Germany, disguising yourself as a gala attendee. This is how you and Loki met.

mission first, right? – Loki x Reader

You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman.

lavender haze – Loki x Reader

When a video of you and Loki goes viral, the world weighs in on your relationship. One comment in particular grates at Loki because it came from your mother.

excuses & opportunities – Loki x Reader

Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection

observing. learning. fantasizing. – Virgin!Loki x Reader

Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

all wrapped up – Loki x Reader

You unwittingly gave Loki advice on how to seduce you. Part of the Winter Warmers Collection

all i could give you – Loki x Reader

It seems that the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least.

what makes a princess – Loki x Reader

Morgan asks a question about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets

timeless – TVA!Loki x TVA!Reader

While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

slipping between future and past – Timeslipping TVA!Loki x Reader

You give your friend a few pointers on what to know about Yule, and come across a familiar looking stranger in your bookstore.

a helping hand – Crime Lord!Loki x Reader (friendship/platonic)

When Loki enters the office and sees you visibly shaken with your eyes swollen, he takes it upon himself to find out what's wrong and how he could help

gestures & rain checks – Loki x Reader

It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

Oneshots

just another memory – Oakley x Reader

It's a few weeks before graduation and your best friend, Oakley, has some questions about what will happen afterward.

Collections

the 'one look and they'll know' collection – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

The stories that follow the couple of 'one look and they'll know', before and after that fateful day on set that kickstarted their relationship; includes the Soccer Aid Hiddles collection

Multi-Part (5 parts or less)

feels like mine – Tom Hiddleston x Reader part 1 part 2 part 3

You wake up in a bed that isn't your own, living a life that seems to be pulled straight out of your wildest dreams

Oneshots

don't make the sounds – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

During a press junket interview, Tom uses one of the questions addressed to him to his advantage and distracts you from your peculiar mood.

Oneshots

you deserve better – James Conrad x Monarch Scientist!Reader

When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Non-Writing Stuff

the SAS vernacular – a visual dictionary of all things SAS

the horny bitches initiative – master post of all the horny bitches cuts

monthly wrap-ups – master post of all my monthly wrap ups

story recs navigation post

photo gallery directory – where we can find all the high def mango peach pics

thots & theories – i'm not always whoring out, sometimes there are other thoughts in this thotty lil brain of mine

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The Reader Chronicles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32d4ZmX

by weaving_a_tale

Assorted tales of Reader persuasions Hopefully they will satisfy your inclinations And if such stories give you trepidation Then I cannot force adoration

But if you are willing to give them a try I hope they make you happily sigh (Or at least help time go by)

So crack open this book (Or at least tap to go inside) Let me take you away And hopefully something I've written Will make you day 😊

(Tom Hiddleston x Reader ficlets, sometimes featuring him, other times his characters)

Words: 7736, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: British Actor RPF, War Horse (2011), The Deep Blue Sea (2011), Suburban Shootout (TV), Unrelated (2007), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Night Manager (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Bobby | Tom Hiddleston's Dog, James Nicholls, Freddie Page, Oakley (Unrelated), Bill Hazledine, Loki (Marvel), Jonathan Pine

Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Reader, James Nicholls/Reader, Freddie Page/Reader, Jonathan Pine/Reader, Oakley (Unrelated)/Reader, Bill Hazledine/Reader, Loki/Reader

Additional Tags: oneshots, Ficlets, whatever strikes my fancy to be honest, full of laughers dancers prancers and loons, (and you just might find a few buffoons), Some angst, Some humour, always romance

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32d4ZmX

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How Tom Hiddleston Characters Would Spend the Winter Holidays (Plus Presents They Would Give You)

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

A/N: I hope you all have/have had a wonderful holidays! Wishing you all a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Characters in this listicle include: Will Ransome, King Henry V,  Prince Hal, Prince Loki of Asgard, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Caius Martius Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, and Jaguar Villain Tom Hiddleston

Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent

• For Will, celebrating the holidays would most certainly include a special service at the church on Christmas morning. The bells would ring, inviting everyone in Aldwinter to gather. Will would read from the scriptures for all to hear. Then, the choir would perform a series of carols, and Will would sit in the pew along with the rest of the attendees. Offering you a genuine smile, he would gently hold your hand while the choir sang.

• After the service came to an end, Will would offer you his coat if you seemed cold, gently draping it around your shoulders while you walked home together. If you needed anything for the Christmas dinner or for the night 

• And in the evening, Will would watch you prepare Christmas dinner for the both of you. He wouldn't know much about cooking, but he would happily stand near you and talk to you, keeping you company while you toiled. Then, he would recite a small prayer thanking

• Christmas present Will would give you? Perhaps a simple gold pendant with a small gemstone like a diamond or an emerald. After supper, he'd approach you and whisper "Happy Christmas" while placing the necklace around your neck, pushing your hair out of the way.

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown

• On Christmas morning, King Henry V would attend a special service at the church alongside you, his beloved queen.

• After the service, you and Henry would distribute alms (food, clothes, candles) among the poor citizens in the kingdom. According to the king, even the lowest are deserving of a proper Christmas

• Then, you and Henry would either take a carriage ride around the snow-laden city, waving to the citizens and wishing them a happy Christmas

• Or, you and the King of England would spend the rest of the afternoon inside your chambers, snuggled together by the fire with Henry resting his head on your lap while you caressed his auburn curls. 

• Christmas present Henry would give you? A beautiful new red or blue gown with a set of gold jewelry.

Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

• Drinks! (Shots, shots, shots, shots - alright, I'll stop and retrieve my maturity)

• But truly, Christmas would be a time for Hal to indulge in all sorts of mischief in the tavern, including snagging Falstaff's most precious stash of liquor. 

• He'd dare any willing patron to outdrink him, in the process getting them to do all sorts of stupid things like sing silly bards or flirt with someone.

• By the time you found your beloved prince, he'd probably be heavily tipsy with endless amounts of energy and whisky on his breath. As soon as he saw you, he'd jubilantly hug you and kiss you on the lips.

• Christmas present Hal would give you? A small gold ring, perhaps one with a ruby, that you could wear either around your neck or around your finger

Prince Loki of Asgard from Thor:

• While Asgard doesn't celebrate Christmas per se, there would be plenty of Yule celebrations in the kingdom. As a prince and member of the royal family, Loki would be present at each of the important feasts, dressed in his signature emerald green robes and golden armor. 

• He would have to listen to Odin and Thor drone about their various accomplishments - many of them brutish in nature - over the past year, entertaining the guests before the entrees could be served. But at least, Loki could entertain himself by enchanting Thor's cutlery to run away from the table, or by playing a trick that hypnotized Thor into speaking gibberish out of nowhere. 

• Odin was not pleased with the amount of laughter from the guests directed at Thor

• But other than that, Loki would find reasons to enjoy the holiday season in Asgard - he would 

• Yule Present that Loki would give you? A beautiful tiara embellished with emeralds and diamonds. For his rightful queen.

Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from Avengers: Infinity War

• In the days leading up to Christmas, Loki would find himself unwillingly stuck with Thor shopping around Midgard. It turned out that Thor was part of something called "Secret Santa" with the Avengers, where each of them had to buy a present for someone randomly assigned to them. Thor was given Wanda Maximoff, so he was combing through the shopping malls around New York City to find something for her.

• "Yes, yes, buy everything on the rack," Loki sarcastically remarked while Thor eyed a rack of gift baskets filled with soaps, bath oils, and body lotions. "It's not like you have a servant to carry your bags around for you."

• "Cheer up, brother! It's the season for joy…Do you want to sit on Santa Claus's lap?"

• But there was one reason Loki always tagged along with his brother's visits to Midgard in December: you

• While Thor was hanging out with the other Avengers, Loki would visit you - especially when you had days off from work or school - at your home. 

• He'd arrive at the outside of your window, holding a bouquet of poinsettias or a bag of Christmas-themed candy for you to enjoy.

• And then, you and Loki would walk hand-in-hand through the town, admiring the colorful decorations. Loki personally wouldn't have cared for them a few years ago, but seeing your face light up with adoration made his heart absolutely warm with joy.

• On Christmas day, Loki even surprised you with a horse-driven carriage ride. He proudly showed up at your place, wearing his signature green robes and golden armor, as befitting a true prince of Asgard. Loki took your hand and seated you next to him, an arm around your shoulder. At the end of the carriage ride, he sweetly kissed you on the lips and murmured, "Merry Christmas, darling."

• Present that Loki would give you? A collection of your favorite books, with hidden notes handwritten by Loki between the pages.

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

• For Bill, Christmas is a time to be with the ones you love. He'd be happy to have you visit Little Stempington and meet his parents

• You might be a little intimidated at first, but Bill would assure you many times that his parents would like you

• You were courteous to bring his mother a box of French macarons since Bill told you his mum enjoyed French cuisine. And for his dad, you brought a bottle of liquor, which made him laugh.

• His mother thought you were a gem compared to Jewel, and his father jokingly said you were out of Bill's league ("you better hold onto this one, son. Don't let her get away.")

• After meeting his parents, Bill would take a chance to get some alone time with you in his bedroom, showing you things from his childhood - toys, trophies, rugby jerseys. You laughed and "aww'd" at the sight of one of the photos in his room; it was a one-year-old Bill wearing a nappy and crawling with a smile.

• Bill would chuckle, putting his arm around your amd stealing a kiss...only for his mother to walk in. (It didn't help that his dad loudly reminded Bill to "use protection")

• Still, you and Bill would have a lovely time with Bill's parents, getting to know each other better and helping prepare Christmas dinner for the four of you.

• Christmas gift Bill would give you: a snow globe with a waltzing couple inside it, and a silver bracelet he picked out

Coriolanus from Coriolanus

• Coriolanus was always a serious man. Even when you came into his life and he married you, he was serious - hardly indulging himself in things like wine or opium

• (The one exception was you, his darkest kryptonite. Coriolanus couldn't seem to get enough of you, holding you close whenever you were in the same room. He just had to come to you and touch you and kiss you.)

• On the morning of the festivities, Coriolanus woke you up with a long, slow kiss. "Io Saturnalia," you cooed, slowly opening your eyes.

• He'd absolutely refuse to participate in the traditions he viewed as ludicrous, such as cross-dressing and the reversal of roles. But he would be more than happy to stand at the balcony with you and watch the plebians indulge themselves in shenanigans.

• And when he got tired of watching masters serve their slaves, and people breaking all sorts of rules in various states of intoxication, Coriolanus would pepper your neck with kisses and beckon you to your shared bedroom.

• BRIEF SMUT ALERT

• Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, he'd take the opportunity to kiss you all over

• With a naughty grin, he'd place you on the bed and lift the hem of your garment up to your hips and pleasure you with his tongue.

• It was an act considered vulgar among most people, so why not do it on the day of no rules? It was Coriolanus's one and only indulgence about it

• END OF SMUT (and time for me to atone for my sins)

• Saturnalia gift Coriolanus would give you? Perhaps a small trinket - like a small statue of Venus - or a new dress that made you look like a goddess.

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

• Christmas was always a busy night for Jonathan, one that he would always choose to work without question. There would be lots of guests looking for rooms to stay durng their vacations, honeymoons, and holiday getaways.

• Still, he would find a way to have some alone time with you, even if it meant you visiting the front desk at 2 in the morning to see him.

• Jonathan would give you the gift he'd bought a few days ago, you would give him a set of cufflinks or a new tie for him to wear.

• Taking your hand, Jonathan would lead you to one of the hotel lounges (finding an empty suite would be highly unlikely given the amount of guests) to share a bottle of wine and some dinner, just the two of you.

• You'd both raise a glass to the holidays, and enjoy each other's company, talking about anything and everything.

• Christmas gift Jonathan would give you: A local piece of decoration from one of the local markets (like a small cowbell from Switzerland) and a box of sweets

Robert Laing from High-Rise

• Christmas with Robert Laing would most certainly include accompanying him to one of Royal's parties (parties held by the so-called "architect" of the high-rise building)

• You would get dressed up on Christmas Eve, wearing something fancy for the occasion, before Robert picked you up at your place

• At the party,  the two of you would be near each other for the most part. And after a drink or two, Robert would get a bit more...flirty with you, stealing kisses from you while you conversed with the other guests and inviting you to the dance floor

• ("I've got a lovely lady on my arm," he'd tell them with a chuckle. "Can't really help it.")

• Robert would show off his dance moves, especially the ones that he knew would make you laugh. For someone who didn't laugh much, Robert sure enjoyed seeing you smile.

• And during the slow songs, Robert would melt a little on the inside when you rested your head against his chest and swayed with him.

• He'd take the opportunity to whisper, "Merry Christmas, darling....why don't you say we have a party of our own? Do a little...unwrapping before we celebrate?"

• Giggling, you would follow Robert into the bathroom -or just go to Robert's apartment - and...celebrate, just enough for the other guests to hear.

• Christmas present Robert would give you:  probably something elegant Iike perfume or a gift basket of lotions, soaps and body washes.

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

• The police station was having their own Christmas party, which was really nothing more than some alcohol and pudding

• (Wallander warned the officers not to drink too much in case there was an emergency...but who was listening?)

• Magnus brought you to the party as his date, and had an almost-protective arm around you while you mingled with his colleagues.

• After some insisting from you, he'd dance with you to some of the holiday songs playing on the radio, twirling you so you could show off your pretty red dress.

• Christmas present that Magnus would get you? A vinyl record of one of your favorite songs or recordings.

Oakley from Unrelated

• You originally thought that Oakley would be going with his family to their Italian vacation home to spend Christmas while you stayed with your family, so it was a surprise when Oakley insisted on inviting you to accompany them.

• You agreed on a compromise, that you would join Oakley for Christmas and spend New Year's with your family

• While the two of you were in Italy, Oakley took on the role of "tour guide", giving you his personal insight while he showed you around the city. (And totally not bragging about how much Italian he knows)

• And he would make sure to show off in front of you every chance he got, especially if it involved something that made you laugh

• His father seemed to like you, and for once, they thought that Oakley might finally get some maturity now that he has a wonderful lady for a girlfriend.

• On Christmas morning, Oakley would sneak into your bedroom with a panetonne for the two of you to share with coffee, expecting to be paid with kisses

• The two of you would spend the rest of the day with Oakley's friends, playing "spin the bottle", "Truth or Dare"...all while getting very, very drunk.

• Christmas present that Oakley would give you? A bottle of Italian liqueur like limoncello (that you will hopefully ask him to help you drink), a framed photo of the two of you (so you can have a "piece of him" whereever you go), and a kiss under some mistletoe

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• After spending Christmas morning with his sister at Allerdale Hall, Thomas would go to visit you in the city.

• The two of you would enjoy a horse-drawn carriage ride through the streets of London, enjoying the crisp, winter weather.

• And in the evening, Thomas would escort you to a Yuletide Ball that he and his sister- as well as your family - were invited to.

• Like a gentleman, he would pick you up from your residence, assuring your family that he would get you to the ball without any harm

• The two of you would spend the evening at the ball, waltzing in each other's arms, with Thomas praising your beauty throughout the night and whispering how he cannot wait to be your husband one day

• Christmas gift that Thomas would give you? A beautiful locket with portraits of you and him inside

Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston

• Tom absolutely loves to spoil you, his lady love and his darling, even during the holidays.

• Starting in early December, he'd give the bodyguard he hired for you a Black Visa card specifically to buy anything you looked at - jewelry, shoes, designer gowns, cosmetics, special chocolates, anything

• Tom wouldn't display any overt interest in "decking the halls" or "getting into the holiday spirit" but he would certainly give his associates and henchmen Christmas or Hannukah bonuses

• And he would totally let you decorate the apartment however you pleased, even if it means coming home to a "winter wonderland" every night.

• Christmas Day would be exclusively his time with you (and he would not take no for an answer)

• In the morning, he'd wake you up with a room filled with gifts for you, and plenty of kisses with your morning tea/coffee

• Seeing the amount of presents he bought for you, you would feel a little intimidated about giving him the tie and watch you bought for him.

• But Tom would immediately love it as soon as he opened your gift, promising to wear it as often as possible.

• After spending the afternoon with you in the bedroom...thanking you for your gift, Tom would take you out for the night, giving you a chance to get dressed up for him.

• He'd reserve a fancy dinner for the two of you, having the five-star restaurant book a private room so you could enjoy your meal

• Then, the two of you would go to the theater to see either a production of The Nutcracker, or a production of Shakespeare's Henry V - whichever you preferred.

• Christmas gift that Jaguar!Tom would give you? Without a doubt, he'd buy lingerie that he believe would suit you the best, and anything else that would even seem to tickle your fancy.

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just another memory

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Summary: It's a few weeks before graduation and your best friend, Oakley, has some questions about what will happen afterward.

Pairing: Oakley x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none; fluffy story [let me know if i missed something!]

Things to be aware of: besties to lovers with a touch of angst

"Now that we're weeks away from leaving this forsaken place, what do you think's going to happen next?"

You stopped picking at your jalapeño cheese puff pastry and looked up at your best friend of the last four years, Oakley, eyeing you with that strange mixture of mischief and innocence that only he could pull off. Like a puppy that refused to be trained. 

"Well I suppose you'd be off on another grand vacation somewhere else in Europe with your sisters and their little troop, and I'd be applying to approximately three dozen companies looking for my first job," you answered him with a chuckle. 

You'd opted not to accompany him on his last trip with them to Italy, knowing full well that one of the women in that group had a borderline unhealthy infatuation with your friend and he was having a grand old time being the focus of the attentions of an older woman. You didn't want to be witness to that display of unconscious manipulation. 

Well, in truth, you also did not wish to be witness to the inevitable flirting he was going to do with not just that friend of his sisters, but also just the locals in general. When he'd gotten back from Italy, he couldn't stop talking about this "breathtaking blonde" who'd given him a picture before he left and came home. And now that very picture took up residence in his wallet, not visible to the outside world, but still silently taunting you with her presence in his life. 

He looked at you with those puppy eyes of his, giving you a soft smile as he processed your response. "I meant with us, Y/N. What happens to us?"

That was a loaded question. And compounded with the look he was giving you, the gravity of your answer almost felt like it would determine the course of your friendship after you'd been handed your diplomas and you told university to, respectfully, kiss your arses goodbye. 

You'd never been one to mince words, so you went with what you believed was the truth. "For me, you'll be a fond memory. Someone who, when something reminds me of you I'll smile as I look back on our silly little adventures together. Perhaps when the spirit moves us we'll text, maybe even call. Christmases, Birthdays, all the important yearlies."

The smile on his face faded into a grim straight line, his puppy-like eyes drooping downward. "And for me?"

"Hmm…much of the same. I'll be a memory; whether it be fond is your call," you answered with a light chuckle, masking your melancholia. "You'll go off on your grand adventures around the world and perhaps if something reminds you of me, you'd send a postcard or something. And of course, texts, calls if I'm worthy of a few more moments away from your latest conquest. Usual yearlies."

"Y/N that's a depressing picture," he whined softly. "We're barely even present in each other's lives? That's what you see in store for our future?" The way that he kept on phrasing his questions it made you question why he kept on thinking that there was even an "our future" when it came to the two of you. You'd accepted long ago that graduation was not only the end of a chapter of your lives, but it was the final page in the book of you and Oakley. 

And he was behaving like the readers who thought that ripping out the final page meant that the story never had to end. Whereas you already knew that the very act of the final page being ripped out was confirmation enough that you were fast approaching your story's conclusion. There would be no sequel, no afterword. The final hug on graduation day was the final turn of the page, and holding on defiantly to the ripped out sheet in your hands was just a prolonging of the inevitable.

"That's all there is," you said as simply as you could. "You would become pictures on my phone. Many pictures, to be sure, but I know there won't be more. And that's alright, because the ones I have…they'll make up the happy memories--"

"Memories have nothing on actually being in each other's lives, Y/N. Are you telling me that you'd disappear from my world the moment you walk down that forsaken stage?" 

"Oakley, I don't understand. Why're you acting like--We knew, years ago, that this is how the story ends. We lead very different lives, and we only see each other in the constraints of this campus. In a few months we'll simply be friends from university, and that's alright. It's run its course. You'll be pictures on my phone, and I'll--I'll be a picture in your wallet. Tucked away for days when you're feeling nostalgic. Right behind Liza." 

There was a look in his eyes that should have told you to stop as soon as you mentioned the name of his breathtaking blonde, but you'd never really been one to catch on to facial cues. 

"Oop, sorry. Forgot you prefer hearing her full Italian name. Elizabetta," you finished with a teasing tone.

He shook his head at you, standing up. "You treat it like it's a joke." It was clear in his tone that you'd struck a nerve, but something in you--you supposed it was your pride--couldn't even comprehend the notion of pedaling back.

"Oakley--"

"Well it's not a joke to me. I don't accept this. Any of it." On that final word, he briskly made his exit from the cafe. 

"Oakley--!" you called out, slightly louder than you intended. His retreating form made you sigh into your coffee. "You and your stupid mouth, Y/N," you grumbled to yourself. 

Later that night, as you were working on your portfolio to send as your application to a handful of indie publications circulating throughout London, your thoughts were still drifting off toward your conversation with Oakley in the cafe from earlier in the day.

Was that your final conversation with him? You wouldn't blame him if it was. Where you had your insecurities brought about when you'd started developing a degree of affection towards him about a year and a half ago, he had his short temper. Especially when it came to you poking fun at his little blonde Italian.

You wanted to text him. Tell him you were sorry, but you knew in your heart that you wouldn't mean it. The words you said in the cafe were true and perhaps this was good practice for the real thing, when you were no longer in each other's lives and all you were to one another was a memory. Might as well start now.

Just as you were about to put your phone back down on your desk, a message popped up on the screen. From Oakley. I refuse for things to end like this. Come over? Please?

As if you could ever say no to him. You loved the reckless towering idiot too much. Okay. You want me to bring anything? 

His reply was near instantaneous. Just you, darling. 

Your heart skipped a beat at the endearment. You knew that it shouldn't, that he called you that before and it meant nothing to him, truly. It was simply a display of the chivalry that had been ingrained in him from his upbringing. 

Twenty minutes later and you were outside his apartment not too far from campus, a place you'd spent many all-nighters in scrambling to finish term papers and, ultimately a few short months ago, your thesis. There was no reason for your stomach to contain a flurry of fluttering butterflies, and yet there they were, amplifying your nerves as you raised your hand to knock on the door.

Before you did, however, you caught sight of a little envelope with your name written on it taped to the door. When you took it down and removed the paper inside, there were simply the words "It's open".

Nothing could have prepared you for what greeted you when you stepped inside. The entire apartment had been meticulously cleaned, a far cry from the mess it was from your last all-nighter here, the ambience entirely different with the harsh cool white overhead lights being switched out for candlelight. Stray thoughts had you concerned about potential fire hazards, but they were all silenced the moment you caught sight of your best friend.

He was standing in the middle of the living area of the apartment, wearing a white button down shirt tucked into his charcoal grey slacks, and his leather Oxfords. 

"Why do you look like you're about to deliver a second thesis presentation?" you joked weakly, your mind going wilder than his blond curls at him being the picture perfect vision of a proper gentleman in his attire. A far cry from the boy that you were so used to seeing with his laid back sleeveless shirts, board shorts, and flip flops.

"I wanted to show you something," he answered you, reaching into his pocket and presenting a wallet that looked nothing like the one he used towards you. A quick glance at the waste bin by the door and you spotted his old one, the one you'd seen just this afternoon at the cafe, along with a picture burned beyond recognition. Your heart sank at the sight. Was the face that had been distorted by the flames yours? 

Once you'd made your way to him, you took the wallet from his outstretched hand, questioning him, "You called me over here to show me your new wallet?" You'd barely noticed that he was slowly making his way behind you. "Oakley I've known you to do some strange things, but this definitely--" Your breath caught in your throat as two things happened at once. 

First, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into a loose embrace as he pressed his chest to your upper back, and rested his chin on your shoulder. 

Second, you opened his new wallet, one of those that had a clear pocket to store a picture or an ID in, and were greeted with the sight of your graduation picture inside of it. You quickly ran your finger inside of the pocket, only to find that it was the only picture inside. 

"That wallet contains only one picture. That of the woman I love," he whispered into your ear. The air left your lungs as you felt him press a soft kiss to your cheek, and then another by your ear. "I love you, Y/N. And I don't want our life together to end in a few weeks. I don't want it to ever end." 

For the first time in the four years you'd known each other, you were at a loss for words. You rummaged through your clouded thoughts for something coherent to say as he proceeded to press kisses throughout your jaw, your neck, basically anywhere his lips could reach, leaving you completely breathless. 

"I--" you choked out. "I don't know how this would work," you said in a rush.

"Let me paint you a picture, my love." He pressed a lingering kiss to your neck as he tightened his hold on you ever so slightly. "A two-room flat, whichever city we choose. One room repurposed for our office. The other, our bedroom." You shivered at the implication behind his words. "You'd come home from your job, making your name as the journalist you were meant to become, and I would be waiting for you, ready to soothe your aches as I continue with my freelancing. Perhaps one day we could open our own publication together. But in the short term, you come home, we have dinner, have a soak in the tub and unwind." He slid his hands from your abdomen to your hips. "And then we'd retire to our bed, and I would have my way with you well into the night, until we'd be spent and you'd fall asleep in my arms. We'd wake with the sun, do it all over again." 

"It's a pretty picture," you breathed. 

"It could be ours. Our life, Y/N. Yours and mine, together. You just have to say yes." He pressed a kiss to a particularly sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, making your knees buckle and bringing him to hold you tighter. "Our story doesn't have to end at graduation, my darling. We could keep going. Build a life together. Please." 

"You would shackle yourself to me?" you asked incredulously. 

"Not shackle, my love," he said softly as he pressed his lips to your chin. "Commit." 

"Why?" 

"Because I love you," he answered as if he were speaking of something as simple as the weather. "And when you know what you want for the rest of your life, you want the rest of your life to start right away." 

"We're too young to know what we want," you protested.

"An excuse," he shot back without missing a beat. "By those who wish to flail about aimlessly for the rest of their days until one day they wake up and half their life's gone by with nothing to show for it." He brought up one hand to cup the side of your face, turning you to face him. "Y/N, I don't know where I'll be in five years, ten years, twenty years from now. The only thing I know is that in every version of that image that I've conjured in my head, I am with you." You gasped at his words. "Say yes, darling," he pleaded, before his eyes met yours, the fear evident in them. "Unless, of course, I've said all this only for you to tell me that my love is unreturned--"

"It's not unreturned," you said in a rush. "I love you, too." You turned around in his arms, reaching up to weave your fingers through his blond curls, urging him to look at you, to see you, to see beyond a shadow of a doubt the love shining in your own eyes, before you finally said, "Yes." 

A/N: I promised an Oakley fic and I have delivered an Oakley fic. I have many many college-centered ideas involving besties and this might just be the perfect way to execute all those ideas, I'm not quite sure yet. We'll see.

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First Date Headcanons for Tom Hiddleston's Characters - Part 2

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)

Click here for Part 1 with Will Ransome, Henry V, Loki, Bill Hazeldine, and Caius Marcius Coriolanus

Characters in this list: Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, Jaguar!Tom Hiddleston

Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager

Breakfast date

A date with Jonathan Pine would begin with him inviting you to share breakfast after his shift as night manager. The meal wouldn't be terribly decadent, but it would be beautiful enough for a

date. 

(If this is set in the Hotel Nefertiti in Cairo, then breakfast might be foul/ful or taameya (which are made with fava beans) or whatever was left over from the hotel kitchens. And if this is set in Hotel Meister in Zurich, then breakfast would be bread, margarine, marmalade, and hot chocolate.)

"Are you tired after a long night?" You gently asked while he placed some food on your plate.

Jonathan let out a chuckle. "I'm used to it." He filled his own plate, and then sat across from you. "What do you enjoy doing most at night?"

"Aside from sleeping?" 

"Sleeping only makes up a third of a person's life," Jonathan replied without missing a beat. "There must be something else you like to do after sundown."

Jonathan would be very courteous, asking you about where you were from and what you enjoyed doing. He would not reveal much about himself, merely saying that he left an army career for an occupation that was much more 'quiet'. 

After the meal, Jonathan would be happy to accompany you for a small stroll or he would escort you to wherever it is you wanted to go. Before saying goodbye, he would gently hold your hand and sincerely thank you for your company, hoping to see you again soon.

Robert Laing from High-Rise

Going out to the restaurant in the high-rise

A date with Robert Laing would begin with him picking you up from your apartment (which is also located in the high-rise) at about 7 or 8 PM. He'd be dressed to the nines, wearing a grey suit and a gold tie, with his hair combed. 

As a new resident, Robert wouldn't be very familiar with the fine dining places outside of the high rise. So he'd prefer to go to the one within the building (in my mind, it's also the place he frequently orders dinner from. He can cook, but doesn't prefer to do it often.)

Throughout the dinner, Robert would talk mostly about his work as a lecturer at the medical school. He would also ask about your apartment, how often you went to Charlotte Melville's parties, and where you were from.

"What do you think of the parties?" You asked while Robert cut his food with a fork and knife.

"They are…nothing like I have ever been to before."

"Do you go to many parties?"

"No," Robert replied, taking a bite. "I don't always have the interest. I prefer something intimate like this. In any case, I'm happy we could do this."

"Me too. Charlotte has said many good things about you."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "Did she tell you that I've been wanting to go out with you since that afternoon we met?"

After paying for the meal, Robert would walk you to your apartment. You offered to make him some coffee, saying it was the least you could do. Over two cups of hot espresso, Robert and you would talk some more, possibly falling asleep in each other's company. But in the morning, Robert would thank you for a nice time and help you get ready for the day before leaving for work. Of course, not without forgetting a kiss.

Magnus Martinsson from Wallander

Drinks at the local pub

A date with Magnus would begin with him picking you up after his shift at the police station. Depending on how much work there was for him, he might come to pick you up at a pretty late hour.

"Wow," Magnus gulped, watching you lock your front door and come towards his car. "You look fantastic tonight."

The two of you would go to the local pub and share a few pints, talking about work, the weather, and anything else that catches your fancy. Maybe if he's feeling like showing off, Magnus would play a round of billiards or darts (and hopefully win). And if you asked, he would gladly teach you to play, unafraid to hold you close while he tells you how to properly hold a billiard stick and shoot.

The date would end with a couple of kisses, and Magnus driving you back to your place. He'd bid you goodnight, and if everything went well, he would ask you when you'd be free for a second date.

Oakley from Unrelated

Swimming or skinny dipping at night

A date with Oakley would begin with the two of you sneaking to the pool after everyone else has either gone to sleep or retired to their rooms for the night. And tucked under his sleeve, Oakley would smuggle a bottle of alcohol from the cellar or a flask containing the ingredients of a Negroni. The two of you would take turns drinking, laughing all the while.

When the alcohol's finished, Oakley would quickly remove his shorts, t-shirt, and underwear and jump into the cool, still waters.  

"Did you just…?" You gasped before bursting into a fit of giggles. 

"Of course I did." Oakley leaned his head back and treaded water. "It's so much more fun that way. Come on, love. The water's relaxing and the weather is still unforgiving at night."

Taking a breath, you jumped into the pool and waded towards Oakley. He whispered for you to relax before putting his arms around you and his lips on yours. Depending on how comfortable you were with him, Oakley would kiss you more, leaning you against the edge of the pool so he could nuzzle against your neck. 

You can use your imagination for the rest ;)

Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

Ballroom dancing

A date with Thomas Sharpe would begin with you meeting him at a party where he's either the guest of honor, or a party where the two of you are guests. He would politely catch your attention, drawing you away from your friends so he can have a word with you. With an innocent smile, he would make small talk, asking about how you're enjoying the festivities.

And when it's time for the dancing to begin, he would graciously offer you his hand.

"Will you grant me the honor of sharing a dance with you tonight, my lady?" After pressing a kiss against your knuckles, Thomas clutches your waist and begins to lead you in a swift yet gentle waltz.

The two of you would dance together for a few songs, not taking your eyes off of each other. And after that, Thomas would lead you to a less crowded part of the ballroom, talking to you about your family, about the things you liked (so he could remember in the future when buying you a present), and about where you were from. 

The night would end with Thomas (and his sister) escorting you home as a gesture of courtesy, and a proper good night kiss. A few days later, you would receive a letter -penned by Thomas himself - about how much he enjoyed spending the evening with you, and how he would like to continue courting you.

Jaguar! Tom Hiddleston

Cocktails at a fancy lounge, and a long drive at night 

A date with this Jaguar villain would begin with him inviting you to drinks at an exclusive club in downtown London. Showing off his influence, he would get a room just for the two of you. After a few bits of small talk, he'd move closer and whisper in your ear just how pretty you are, sending chills down your spine. 

"You look absolutely ravishing tonight, darling," he purred, placing his hand against your lower back. "After you finish that drink, what do you say to taking this elsewhere? Surely you must be wanting more…"

He'd take you for "a spin" in his Jaguar only for you to end up on the road at nearly 140 kilometers per hour. Little did you know, he actually had some pretty interesting cargo in the dicky - the type of cargo that police might be attracted to.

"Don't worry about the sirens," he told you excitedly, as if he were a child on Christmas morning. "It just adds to the excitement!"