Stubborn Polish (Tom Hiddleston/Reader) by starryeyedsinger, literature
Literature
Stubborn Polish (Tom Hiddleston/Reader)
Filming had ended for the day. Everyone was back in their dressing rooms getting ready to leave.
You were bent over the small sink in your dressing room, arms resting on the counter for balance, trying to remove the polish from your nails. It had started to chip off, and it would have to be redone the next day anyway.
It was one of those glitter polishes; the kind that look oh-so-pretty but are difficult as hell to remove.
“Argh… dammit all!” you cursed to yourself.
There was a faint knock on your door. Only one person in the whole cast and crew ever knocked that gently…
“Come in, Tom” you said witho
Tom Hiddles x Reader 'Next Time' by RoseGoldRomantic, literature
Literature
Tom Hiddles x Reader 'Next Time'
Tonight was the night! You had purchased tickets to see Coriolanus, starring Tom Hiddleston. Afterwards there was to be a short autograph-signing, with a photo opportunity. You had brought your favorite photo of Tom, hoping that you would have the opportunity to thank him for all of the amazing work he has done, for inspiring not only people everywhere, but yourself as well.
The show itself had been absolutely amazing, and you were even more excited to be able to meet Tom than you had been before. The line you waited in was really long, but you weren’t concerned. Your ticket guaranteed you a spot, so why worry? The only slightly annoyi
Tom Hiddleston X Reader: Looking For Existence by ExuberantStarchild, literature
Literature
Tom Hiddleston X Reader: Looking For Existence
The most bluest blue there ever was, reflecting in your own eyes like you were the sea below the sky. His eyes were like the whole of nature condensed into a small iris, still full of all the liveliness of the wonderful-
"(Y/n), are you okay, love?" His forefinger lightly touched your hand from across the small table sitting outside Starbucks, and you were cruelly brought back to reality.
"Ah..." Your stomach did a little jump. His smile and oh-so-curious expression made you blush slightly as he was curious about you.
"I'm fine." Your voice was a little too high.
"Are you sure? It's just...you were a little distant there."
Dreamy.
"I'm fine.
Costumes pt. Seven (HiddlestonxReader) by Fated-Wings, literature
Literature
Costumes pt. Seven (HiddlestonxReader)
You groaned as the sunlight snuck in past the curtains, crawling along your face until it was laying square across your eyes, pulling the sheets higher and turned on your other side to not be blinded by the light.
“Mm… someone close the blinds… it’s too early…” you grumble, burring your face in the man in front of you small of his back, blushing slightly and smiling like a fool as you realized who you were clinging to.
“Mm… good morning, Love…” Tom mumbled groggily, clearing his throat slightly as he tried to turn over and smiled softly as you refused to let go. “Love?&rdq
Costumes pt. Six (HiddlestonxReader) by Fated-Wings, literature
Literature
Costumes pt. Six (HiddlestonxReader)
You jerk, your eyes flying wide open, fear and panic on your face as you panted, glancing around and sat up. You’d been plagued with a horrible nightmare for the past month and had lost so much sleep. You had hoped being away from all the apartment drama would help you sleep but no. you bit your lower lip, knowing full well that crawling into bed with someone would calm your nerves and help you sleep. The question was if you’d feel comfortable enough sneaking into bed with your idol.
‘Well he did say for anything…” you think, crawling out of the bed and slowly made your way to his room. You stood nervously by t
Costumes pt. Five (HiddlestonxReader) by Fated-Wings, literature
Literature
Costumes pt. Five (HiddlestonxReader)
You sigh as you open the door into the bedroom, going to silently walk through to the next room when the man from the bed turned over and stood.
“Did you have a nice shower, (Y/n)?” Tom asked quietly, walking over to you and smiled softly.
“I did, thank you. I thought you’d be asleep by now, I’m sorry if I woke you.” You blush slightly.
“It’s fine, Love. I had wished I’d get to say goodnight before you went to bed.” He chuckled softly, wrapping his hands gently around your hips as you swayed and rocked softly with you. “I never have anyone to say goodnight to.”
“Oh&
Costumes pt. Four (HiddlestonxReader) by Fated-Wings, literature
Literature
Costumes pt. Four (HiddlestonxReader)
You quickly made your way to the closet, grabbing your suitcase and lugged it out. You sigh, opening the door and smiling at the shock on Tom’s face.
“And here I thought you were running away from me.” Tom smiled, reaching in and grabbing your luggage. “My word this is heavy.”
“Yeah… sorry about that, it was a long trip here.” You smile sheepishly, closing the door quietly behind you and twitched slightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. “T-Tom?”
“I thought I’d have to break the door down to come get you.” He smiled, picking y
Costumes pt. Three (HiddlestonxReader) by Fated-Wings, literature
Literature
Costumes pt. Three (HiddlestonxReader)
You snuggled into the warmth that surrounded you, sighing softly at the softness and groaned as you came to slowly.
‘Wait… last I remember was a bad ankle and being carried by Hiddle’s…” you think, rolling onto your left side, opening your eyes slowly and pushed yourself to sit up.
“Oh, Love, lay back down, the doctor said you should rest for another few hours.” Tom said, hurrying over to you from the other room and sat next to you.
“I-I’m fine, Mr. Hiddleston…” you mumble quietly, fixing your messy hair and blinked. “Um… where’d my wig go?”
“I
Hiddles/Reader- Take a Chance (For Fated-Wings) by BittersweetFairy, literature
Literature
Hiddles/Reader- Take a Chance (For Fated-Wings)
I huffed out a cold puff of air as I glared out at the other side of the road. It was almost always cold in England, especially during the winter. It almost made me miss living in the desert in the middle of California. It was hardly ever cold back there. I checked my watch (still on California time, despite the move), and seeing as how it was about five-thirty in the morning; it was one of those rare occasions where you could see your breath. I closed my eyes and counted my breaths and wondered how many I had left until the end.
My “friends” would probably tell me it was a morbid thought and to think about something else, but is