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Anakin and Obi Wan

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Tom Hiddleston sleeping like a baby that he is

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Because you need some Loki x Tom on your timeline

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It’s wet hiddles day!!

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Waiting

TITLE: Waiting NUMBER OF CHAPTERS/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom x Reader GENRE: fluff, romance PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa​

REQUEST: Could I please request a fluffy Tom Hiddleston x female reader at they basically just have a cute night in and watch Christmas movies and drink hot chocolate would that be alright? If not it’s okay 🙂 THANK YOU!!!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thanks for the request anonymous! I haven’t really tried writing a reader insert fic before (if that’s what you call it), but I love the idea and will do my very best to make it justice.

Waiting

It was freezing outside and you had had a rough day at work. You were on the verge of tears as you reached your apartment door. You put your keys in the lock, but found that the door was unlocked. Your heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be. With great anticipation you opened the apartment door and there he was. Tom. You instantly recognised his tall silhouette against the lights in the christmas tree you had bought while he had been gone. He stepped out into the hall with a bouquet of red roses in his hands and an award winning smile on his lips. 

“Welcome home, darling,” he said softly, causing the tears to roll uncontrollably down your face. You walked the few steps it took to close the distance between you and collapsed into his warm embrace, not worrying the least about messing up the roses. “Are you okay, honey?” he asked concernedly and kissed the top of your head. You just cried even harder in response, tightening the hug, closing the distance between you even more. “Did something happen?” he wondered.

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fan of twilight, Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemworth turned 6 today!

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KELLY SEVERIDE — CHICAGO FIRE, 3.11

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To Wake a Sleeping Dragon

You peek into the entryway from behind the front door, checking for signs of life. It’s still quite new to you, having the keys to Tom’s flat. And although he’s assured you many times that you’re free to drop by anytime you wish, the thought of having free access and free reign on his personal domain still thrills and terrifies you in equal measures.

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Sick day

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Back Rub (One Shot)

TITLE: Back Rub. CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One Shot. AUTHOR: agent-hiddleston WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Writer Tom. GENRE: Fluff, Romance. FIC SUMMARY: Tom Hiddleston and a back rub. Enough said. RATING: T AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you! :) Keep in mind that English is not my first language, I’m so sorry for any mistakes I make. Please let me know if I do any!

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“Baby, I’m stuck at work. I’m so sorry. I’ll try to get out as soon as I can!” I spoke through my phone before sighing. Work has been quite terrible to me these past few weeks. A lot of changes were happening and I had to stay over for at least three times a week till very late at night, sometimes even past midnight. But Tom was this most understanding, supportive and sweet man I could ever meet. I was sometimes convinced that I’ll never get to meet another man like him.

“It’s alright, darling. I cooked and did the laundry, you do not have a worry about a thing.” I could hear him smile in through the phone as he spoke with that deep English accent that will always make me go weak in the knees. “Oh Tom, you’re an amazing boyfriend. I will make it up to you, my love!” I grinned and almost squealed the last part. Tom just laughed and bid a heartfelt goodbye. I groaned a little to myself as I swayed a little in my chair inside my office looking at the stack of papers and how I had to spend the evening going through them instead of being at home with Tom. As I tossed gently my phone to the side I tried to motivate myself that if I actually focus and stay silent I could actually finish all this and go home at least before midnight.

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The Texts (One Shot)

TITLE: The Texts CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One-shot (a part of my Professor!Tom series) AUTHOR: mrsmischief WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom (Professor!Tom) GENRE: Erotica FIC SUMMARY: A fill for this prompt I received. Professor Hiddleston has to be away from you for the weekend, but he begins to miss you. One thing leads to another, and soon the text messages you two exchange have a whole new nature…

RATING: M

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I hope you like this, anon! Quite a bit of cursing in this, for some reason, but no other warnings. Oh, and explicit language and sexual content. ;)

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It all started so simply. You and Tom had been forced to spend the weekend away from each other, from Friday all the way to Monday evening, as he would be taking part on a conference out of town, and you were stuck there, trying your best to finish the essay you had to write by midnight on Sunday.

Well, it wasn’t as simple as you had thought it would be, anyway.

The first text message had come on Friday evening. It had been simple, just an “I miss you”, and you had replied accordingly. Then, as you kept typing on your laptop, and he lying on the bed in his hotel room (as he told you at some point), the messages kept getting… naughtier. From missing you to missing you in his bed, it all happened so fast. Not that you minded, pardon me. You loved every second of it.

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my king! — tom hiddleston drabble

summary: tom delves into a much loved kink in your relationship

word count: 904

warnings: smut, swearing

The moment you walked into the living room, you felt the air change - it was thick and heavy with tension. Your eyes cast to your boyfriend who sat on the sofa, arms splayed crossed the sides and his legs opened wide and inviting. His eyes were as dark as the night sky and a smirk danced along his lips as if dancing with the devil.

“Tom?” You called out as you stood in the middle of the room suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

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Internship (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompts: Smut: Barely Legal Dialogue: “Touch Yourself for me”

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+ (please respect this), age gap sex, oral (giving and receiving), daddy kink, forbidden sex?, I’m really bad at warnings and summaries.

(NOTE: My best friend and I were watching Crimson Peak and we just felt so strongly for Tom Hiddleston, this was created. So You’re welcome? PS Tom is hot as fuck. That is all)

  “Hey Y/N, can you go run this by Hiddleston in trailer 13? It’s script changes for tonight’s scene.”

“Yeah of course Mike!”

“Thanks, after that you can take a break. We don’t need you on set until 6, so you have an hour or so.”

“Alright! Thanks. See you then.”

Your uncle was one of the main stunt coordinators for Marvel. He’s done all the Avenger, Thor, and Captain America movies. When he got you an internship for Ragnarok you were ecstatic and cried in your uncle’s arms.

With the papers in your hand, you headed to the trailer lot. Walking in between all the fancy trailers, you recognized all the main actor’s names like Chris Hemsworth and Benedict Cumberbatch. Ben’s trailer was right next to Tom’s and his door was wide open. You walked up the stairs and could see the two men standing and talking to each other, laughing. You didn’t want to interrupt them, so you stood a few steps down and knocked on the open door, peaking your head inside. Tom met your eyes first, smiling and signaling you to enter.

“Hey Y/N. Come on in! Ben is telling me a hilarious story about the set of Sherlock.”

“Ben, you’re actually wanted on set. So, I would stop by Amy and get in costume.”

Ben had his Stephen Strange hair and makeup all done, but was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans. Tom was wearing a white button up and black slacks, he was always dressed so nicely. You didn’t think he had yet to show up on set in jeans.

“Oh right. Thank you, Y/N, is it?”

You nodded and Benedict smiled at you before turning to his friend, saying his goodbyes and leaving Tom and you alone. Tom was so attractive and you too talked a lot while on set but being 19 and him in his 30s you always were sad that nothing would ever come of the relationship. He surely looked at you like a little sister or even just a kid. Tom tore you from your thoughts when he looked at you and asked what was up.

“Sorry I spaced out. This is for you. They’re script changes for tonight’s scene. The one on the street.”

“Oh, wonderful thank you, please set them right there on that table.”

You followed his request and put the script on top of the old one he’d been studying.

“Can I do anything else for you while I’m here?”

“Well I actually have another hour or so until I’m needed, would you be so kind as to run these new lines with me? I figure it might be important to know what Loki is going to say.” Tom laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Um yeah, sure. I was just going to get some lunch and go on break bu-” You were cut off my Tom apologizing.

“Oh, I’m sorry you can go do that. I don’t want to hold you up.”

“No, it’s fine, I can get some food and head back here? Sound good?”

“Uh yeah definitely. No problem. I will go with you. I’m a bit famished myself.”

You and Tom left the trailer over to where the food was in the tent outside of the airplane hangar we were filming some scenes inside of. There were caterers every day and they always had different foods. Today you decided on a sub style sandwich and a salad. Tom chose the same thing. The two of you made the 5-minute walk back to Tom’s trailer setting down your food on the coffee table in front of the couch where the scripts sat. You sat on the couch while Tom went over to the small bar in the corner of the trailer.

“Do you want a drink?”

“I can’t I’m not 21.” You laughed and took a bite of your sandwich.

“But we’re in Scotland, where the drinking age is 18, and you’re what 20?”

“19. But same difference.”

“See? Now what can I make you?”

“Um, can you make a gin and tonic over there?”

“Coming up.”

Tom made your drink and one of his own. When he handed you the glass, your fingers brushed against each other’s, sending chills down your spine. You’ve never spent extended periods of time alone with Tom and you weren’t sure if drinking would ease your nervousness or if it would make you anxious, but you had the drink so you decided what the hell.

Tom sat next to you and grabbed his food. The two of you made conversation, him telling you cute and funny stories from set, and you telling him about watching and loving his work. Every now and then he’d touch your leg slightly with his hand in laughter or getting your attention and you’d do the same. Once you guys were halfway through with your food Tom handed you a script.

“This is my old one since, I figure the line changes are mine. So, your script should be fine.”

You flipped through the first page and turned to Tom, with your legs crossed underneath you. After reading through the short scene twice Tom stood and made 2 more drinks. He sat back down and faced you head on, with one arm resting against the back of the couch and the other holding his glass. You read through the script once more, noticing that when Tom wasn’t reading he would study you, his eyes shifting between your face and your body, always darting back to your lips whenever you licked them in concentration. Every now and then Tom would lick his own lips and run a hand through his hair, flaming a warmth deep in your stomach each time. The tension in the room was building with every drink from the glasses in each of your hands. Once you finished the script for the 3rd time, only about 20 minutes had passed, giving you both another 30 minutes of each other’s company until you both were needed.

“Would you like another drink?”

“No. I don’t think my uncle would be pleased to know I was hammered on the job that he got me. I’d like to be competent, but thank you.”

Tom stood and poured himself a small amount of brown liquor and drank it immediately before sitting back down next to you, grabbing the script again, flipping through the few pages. You just watched him in comfortable silence, slightly moving closer to him feeling confident from the slight buzz you had achieved from Tom’s strong drinks. Tom didn’t notice you move closer until he leaned his head back against the couch and looked over at you. His breath could be felt against you next and chest, you just looking at him in silent admiration.

“What are you thinking about? Your face looks deep in thought.” Tom laughed, also feeling slightly buzzed.

The words fell from your mouth before you even realized what was being spoken. “You’re just really hot, and I’m imaging what kissing you would be like.” Your hand flew to your mouth immediately after you spoke. You felt your face turn red as Tom lifted his head to look at you straight. You wanted to bury your head in the sand to never be heard from again.

“I am so..” You began to apologize but Tom shook his head. You let you hand fall from your mouth and brought your bottom lip in between your teeth in frustration with yourself. You looked past Tom, too afraid to meet his gaze.

“Y/N…” Tom’s voice was a low whisper. You looked up to him, his pupils now overcoming the gorgeous color in his eyes and replacing them with black lust. The expression on his face looked as if he was restraining something unsuccessfully. His chest was rising and falling deeply as you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“Tom… I think it’s time for me to go.” You stood from your spot and began walking to the door, only to be met with Tom’ hand on your wrist. You turned around and he immediately leaned down pressing his lips against you. You kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his hair while his hands went instinctively to your lower back, pressing you to him. When his height was getting in the way he put his hands under your thighs allowing you to wrap your legs around him. He walked back towards the couch and kicked the table out of the way as he sat back down. You were on his lap, pressed clean against his chest, your kissing becoming more passionate and lust filled than cautious. Tom reached up and put one hand on the side of your face before sliding it back into your hair, holding on to it, pressing your lips against his more. Your hands left his hair and ran down his chest, slowing undoing the buttons. When there were only 2 left, Tom pulled back, realization of the situation, finally hitting him. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them back so he could look at you.

“I’m twice your age, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Tom voice sounded panicked as he looked at you, deep in thought.

“So?”

“You’re barely even legal. I mean, it’s it weird. Shouldn’t we just stop here?”

Instead of answering you brought mouth to his jaw line, moving down to his neck and newly exposed collarbone pressing sweet kisses and grazing your teeth against his skin. Once you his sweet spot on his neck a groan fell from his lips, causing you to grind against the bulge in his pants. The grip on your wrists loosened and they found their way back to your waist, lifting your shirt enough to make skin contact, his cool hands causing goosebumps against your hot skin.

“Fuck.. Y/N” Tom clenched his jaw containing the pleasure the friction was providing.

You continued your assault on his neck and chest, continuing your hips against him. Feeling him moan against you soaked you to your core. You never thought you’d be in this position and you were not going to take it for granted. You brought your mouth back up to Tom’s and placed some soft kisses before moving to his ear.

“Do you want me to stop now?” Your breath was soft and intoxicating. You bit onto his earlobe moving your hips faster. Tom’s grip on your waist tightened, digging into your skin. Tom buried his face into your neck biting and suck at your sweet spot earning a moan from you. The noise sent Tom over the edge, he flipped you, your back hitting the cushions of the couch. Tom positioned himself in between your legs and thrust his hips into you. 

A moan fell from your lips, causing Tom to do his motion again, only harder. His hands finding the hem of your shirt and lifting it up. You helped him take it off and unhooked your bra. Tom brought his hands to your nips and began teasing them with his thumb. He brought his mouth down over your right breast, catching your nipple in his teeth. He teased you slowly, before continuing the same action on your other breast. Your breath quickened and your chest rose and fell faster. Tom reached his right hand down to your pants and unbuttoned them, reaching his hand into your panties, running a finger along your lips.

“You’re so wet, for me?” His hand left your pants and he put his finger in his mouth. “You taste so good princess, but I like to taste for myself.”

Tom left a trail of kisses down your torso, when he reached your pants, he looked up at your and smirked before grabbing your pants and pulling them down your legs. Once they were gone he grabbed your right leg and placed kisses along it.

 His teeth nibbling at the flesh of your inner thigh had you writhing in your spot. Tom brought his face to your panties and took the material in his teeth, pulling it down your legs. He kissed his way back up your other leg this time, doing the same thing he did before. Once he reached the top of your thighs, he looked up at you and bit his lip before licking a stripe up your wetness. You let out a moan grabbing onto Tom’s hair. Tom was going to continue his assault when there was a knock at the trailer door. Tom looked at you before crawling back up to your face.

“I’ll be right back sweetheart.” Tom looked you up and down and brought his lip between his teeth. He brought his mouth to your ear. “Touch yourself for me.” His voice was a husky whisper. When you met his gaze, your heart went pounding out of your chest. Tom stood up and fixed his hair. He nodded and you brought your hand down your body to your bundle of nerves and began rubbing circles. Sensation slowly began washing over you and you let your mouth fall open. Tom watched at you pleasured yourself before walking to the door, opening it just enough so he was seen to whomever was on the other side. You continued to rub circles feeling the warmth fill your stomach. The person at the door wanted to let Tom know hair and makeup wanted him in 20 minutes. He thanked them letting them know he’ll be there before closing the door. He turned back to you and let out a soft moan.

“I could watch you do this all day. It’s so fucking hot.” He walked back over to you and placed himself in his previous spot, between your legs. “But I think I’d rather be the one making you moan.” He wrapped his arms around your legs burying his face against you. His tongue going to work on you, lapping up and down your wetness. He brought his fingers to your opening and slid one inside stretching you. You let out a whimper and he moved faster as you fisted his hair harder. You felt the tightening in your stomach approaching quickly as Tom skillfully used his fingers and tongue in perfect unison.

“Tom…fuck…” You cried out pulling on his hair harder, a groan vibrated through you from his lips. The sensation sent you over the edge as you felt your orgasm crash into you. Your legs shook inside of his grasp as he rode out your orgasm, licking you clean. Tom crawled back up to meet your gaze, his face slightly glistening. You pulled him to your lips, tasting yourself on him. Once you caught your breath again, you push against Tom’s exposed chest so you could see him above you.

“Your turn.” You pressed you lips against his again before finishing unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, him helping you remove it completely before reaching down and undoing his pants.

“Oh no baby, I’d much rather fuck you senseless right now.” Tom grabbed your legs and picked you up, before pushing you against the wall. He looked at your once more, asking permission again. You nodded and bit your lip. Tom buried his face in your neck and slid into you. He moved slow, filling you completely and taking a moment before moving. Tom moved at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Please go faster.”

Tom bit down slightly and started moving faster. You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin. Tom cried out and moved his hips even faster. He used his body to hold you against the wall and brought one hand to your hair and pulled on it. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the room in an intoxicating rhythm.

“Fuck Y/N…You’re so tight.” Tom choked out against you neck. He placed kisses in between moans and deep breaths.

You felt yourself already closing in on another orgasm. You felt your walls begin to tighten again. Tom brought his hand down to your clit and started rubbing circle into the sensitive area. You cried out and you felt the familiar burning in your stomach.

“Come for me Y/N.” You let go of your second orgasm as you moaned Tom’s name. He rode out your orgasm soon approaching his own. His thrusts became getting sloppy until he reached his climax, filling you. Tom collapsed his head on your shoulder against the wall as he still held onto you, catching his breath. You played with his hair until Tom lifted his head and placed his forehead against yours. You watched his pupils grow smaller as the two of you just looked at each other.

“Christ… that was…” Tom spoke first.

“Yeah…” Tom let you down onto your feet and let you take a second to steady yourself. You walked over to your clothes and began redressing. Tom did the same. You had yet to put on your pants when your walkie started going off. You walked over and grabbed it putting on the headset.

“Hey this is Y/N. What’s up?”

“Hey, can you grab Hiddleston and bring him to hair and makeup, then take him to stage 4 for shooting?”

“Yeah sounds good. I’m by trailer 13 now. We’ll be over in 5.”

You turned off your mic and turned to Tom who was buttoning his shirt.

“Duty calls.” You motioned towards the headset. You put on your pants and shoes and put your hair into a ponytail. “Ready?” You looked at Tom again, he ran a hand through his hair and looked around the trailer.

“I’ll have to clean this later, but yeah I’m ready.” He leaned down and grabbed his script. “I probably should have read through this a few more times.” Tom chuckled to himself.

“I’ll come back later and help you clean.” You walked past Tom and he smacked your butt. You yelped and opened the door before acting as if you didn’t just fuck your celebrity crush, who was almost 40, in his trailer 5 minutes ago.

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TOO MUCH CHAMPAGNE

This is for the lovely anon who made this request.❤ ❤ Thank you so much and hope you like it!❤

Also, I hope you’ll all let me know what you think about it, I always appreciate you and your likes, comments, reblogs, asks! I like to interact with my readers because you all show me so much support and that’s why I am still here, writing. So I would love to hear you out! Thank you for everything darlings T_T ! You’re the best!❤ ❤

Characters: Tom Hiddleston and Reader(Y/N)

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings: smut, dom Tom

Summary: Car and dominant Tom Hiddleston. Lol ok let me do something longer, but I think that was sufficient lmao. You’re the co-star of Tom Holland on the third Spider-Man movie and get invited to one of Robert’s famous dinners, where champagne gives you problems, again. (Too many Toms here btw, hope you won’t get confused)

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“Excuse me for a second,” Tom Holland takes out his vibrating cellphone and answers it.

“Hello!” his excited tone shows that the person on the other line is someone he likes a lot.

“Hi, kiddo! Heard you’re in the US?”

“Yes, Robert! I’m doing a press tour with Y/N for the new Spider-Man movie.”

Robert?

“Nice to hear it’s doing great. As expected.”

“Thanks!” he nervously strokes the back of his head and you suppose that the Robert he’s talking to might actually be Robert Downey Jr.

“Hear me out. I saw that both you and Tom, the other Tom, got it? Ahahah, anyways, saw that both of you are in the US so I’m having a dinner or a party whatever you want to call it, tonight, with most of the cast from The Avengers and some staff from Marvel. Have any plans?”

“Well I was supposed to just hang out with Y/N in town,” he looks at you and you shake your head and show him an ok sign to tell that it won’t bother you if he can’t join you tonight.

“Are you close with her?

“Yea, yea? We are. Why?”

“Is she the one who plays the fire kiddo?”

“Yes, that’s her.”

“Isn’t she also friends with Sebastian?”

“That’s right. You know, they ar,”

“Then she’s also invited!” Robert cuts Tom.

“Ok, Mr. Downey! I mean, Robert!” he chuckles from the excitement.

“Cool, see you at 8pm. Gonna text you my address in case,”

“I have it!”

“Oh, ok, bye!” a soft chuckle is heard from the other side of the phone.

“We’re gonna partyyy!” Tom ends the call and you look at him confused.

 *AT THE SHOPPING MALL*

“No way Tom, I am not coming to a party full of famous people I admire, yet I don’t know and I am not wearing this!” you sigh when you get out from the fitting room in a black dress that accentuates your forms right where you need, hiding away some parts you weren’t that confident with.

“It’s a party, Y/N! And everyone is nice enough for you to feel comfortable.”

“Yea, me, the most social person on this planet. You do realize you all know each other? I’m just going to be like the third wheel…”

“You are friends with Seb.”

“Yea, you and Seb. Great!” you raise your hands in the air, sighing.

“And Tom,” he adds smirking.

“And Tom?”

“Yea, heard from Robert that he’s also here and he will come.”

“Then there’s another reason to don’t go,” you get back to the fitting room but Tom’s hand stops you.

“Didn’t you say you like him?”

“Shhhh,” you press your hand into his mouth as if a random Tom Hiddleston will appear from the fitting rooms.

“Yea, well, remember last time right? I spilled champagne all over his pants,” you facepalm yourself. “God, so embarrassing,” you mutter under your breath.

“IT’S FINE, you know he is nice and he wasn’t bothered,”

“I was! I made a fool of myself!”

“C’mon, imagine how rude it will be if you don’t accept Robert’s invitation! It’s the first time and he doesn’t even know you…”

You squint your eyes at him and stare to each other for like one minute before sighing and going back to the fitting room.

“But I am not wearing the dress!”

*LATER THAT DAY*

“I’m wearing the dress,” you whine when you exit the taxi you and Tom rode.

“It’s for the best, trust me,” Tom smiles at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I will die here, Tom, look at me! If you let me alone for more than 10 minutes I will melt to the floor and,”

“Y/N!” an unknown yet familiar voice startles you.

Oh my god, it’s Robert Downey Jr!

“Hello, uhm, Mr. Downey! Nice to meet you,” you shake his hand and he laughs.

“You can call me Robert. I am glad that you both made it. Kiddo?” he takes Tom in a hug and pats his back.

“I am happy to see you all again. It seems like ages!” Tom says and you are both led inside the house.

“Look Y/N, it might be a little bit overwhelming for you, but don’t worry! Some people are coming with their partners so you can just call yourself Tom’s girlfriend,”

“That would be awkward,” you say and Tom scoffs.

“Trust me Robert, that is going to look disastrous,” he laughs and you do the same. “Besides, I think she would prefer to be called like that for another certain Tom,” your eyes widen and you shut his mouth with your hand.

“Am I one of the Toms qualified for that?” a low chuckle is heard from behind and you just want to curse your existence and Holland’s when THE CERTAIN TOM joins your conversation.

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That Tickles!

Written by Phantomsvixen008 and PhantomSerenity

Can you imagine Tom’s giggle, drunk? And he’d not be able to stop… he might even snort a little. And you know he’d probably get a little embarrassed if he snorted … a little blush coloring his cheeks …

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