Hide and Seek (Part One)
Hey everyone! I thought it was about time to put some use to this blog and write something. So, as inspired by @mywritingsblog ‘s ‘Amends’ I decided to write a little something about my faves Tom and Seb. I hope you guys enjoy it, it’s my first Marvel fic and I’ve probably done a really crappy job but everyone needs to start somewhere, right?
Y/N meets wealthy photographer Tom Hiddleston and becomes hugely infatuated with him and his charm. She lets him whisk her away to wonderful places, to meet fascinating people and introduces her to a new, beautiful way of life filled with crisp white bed sheets, ocean view houses, limitless glasses of champagne and pure luxury. But when the money and leisure lands Tom into trouble with some bad people, he panics and leaves Y/N to her own devices. Heartbroken and afraid, she gathers what money she can find and moves to a small apartment complex in Brooklyn, where she meets goofy and sweet bartender Sebastian. Y/N and Seb fall for each other hard and fast, both of them seeing a bright future ahead of them. This is all cut short when Tom finds Y/N, telling her three things. One, he still loves her. Two, he’s still in trouble. Three, now she is too. And so is everyone around her. As well as now having to stay alive, she has to choose between the two men that mean the world to her.
Pairing(s): photographer!Tom x Reader and bartender!Sebastian x Reader.
Warnings? strong language, drinking, smoking, tons of fluff and romantic shit, violence, implied smut.
Requests are open for Marvel characters and actors, btw :)
*not my gif*
τι ένα όμορφο πλάσμα = “what a beautiful creature”
The mesmerizing Greek night sky illuminates the crystal waters, each ripple of wave reflecting the moonlight clearer than a polished diamond. I slowly inhale the crisp air so I can appreciate every scent surrounding the balcony in which I’ve resided. The exotic food from the lively restaurant downstairs, the crackling bonfire over on the beach, the sweet, lingering scent of my perfume… this is where I need to be. Surrounded by culture, laughter and happiness. This is where I thrive. This is where I belong. Suddenly, I hear the snap of a camera and I spin around in shock, my thin, royal blue dress floating around me as I do so. I discover a beautiful slender man with curly, sandy blond hair and brilliant blue eyes that don’t differ from the Grecian ocean. I’ve seen him around the hotel and town, taking pictures of market places and the crowds on the beach. I caught him by the pool the other day laying in the sun and dear God… he was probably hotter than the weather.
τι ένα όμορφο πλάσμα.” He purrs.
“I’m sorry… I don’t speak Greek.” I smile politely.
“You should learn, it’s a wonderful language.” He replies in a sleek British accent.
I’m taken aback by how sultry and calm his voice is and how well it fits to his appearance. His fitted white button-up shirt and casual black jeans with brown dress shoes perfectly portray this suave persona he’s keeping up.
“So you’re not local?” I ask, now desperate to make conversation with this alluring stranger.
“Unfortunately not.” He chuckles lowly, letting his camera hang from his neck.
“Was I just a victim of a privacy invasion?” I raise an eyebrow and nod to his gorgeous vintage-style camera.
The stranger smiles gently and wanders beside me, gazing at me with his sapphire eyes. His sharp jawline and perfectly structured cheekbones make me think that he’s some sort of supermodel, but his kind eyes and calloused suggest otherwise.
“I try to capture the wanders of the world. Oceans, buildings, skylines, outstandingly beautiful people,” he smirks. “Hence the invasion of privacy, my dear.”
“Well when you put it like that, I guess you’re welcome to take as many pictures as you please.” I laugh.
“Actually, I think I’m done for the night. I’d like to have a conversation with the dazzling woman that I’ve so maliciously violated. Does she have a name?” He queries, subtly trailing his eyes up and down my body.
“She does. Y/N.” I tell him.
“Very nice to meet you, Y/N,” he smiles. “I’m Tom.”
Tom leans against the stone balcony and reaches into his breast pocket to get a packet of cigarettes, then holds the carton out to me, followed by my grateful acceptance.
“So… Tom. What do you do?” I ask as he lights our cigarettes.
“This. Travelling to extraordinary places and trying to immortalize the finer things in life such as yourself.” He flirts.
“Ah, a photographer. Not surprising.” I sigh.
“I just presumed that if you look like that, then there must be a camera involved.” I flirt back.
“Mm. You flatter me,” he laughs. “What about you?”
“I’m a novel writer posing as a travel journalist for the shittiest, lowest paying magazine in America.” I chuckle, taking a long drag of the well-earned cigarette.
Tom grins in amusement at my bitterness over my crappy career, mirroring my actions with his own cigarette.
“Novel writer? How interesting.”
“Not really, I’m clearly nowhere near good enough or you wouldn’t be hearing me bitch about how awful my job is.” I sigh sadly.
“Oh, come on. What kind of stuff do you write?” Tom asks, appearing to be genuinely interested.
“I write about strong women. Doesn’t matter what genre, even though fantasy and action do help. I just remember reading all of these books growing up about these fantastical women and thinking that I wanted to be like them. However, since I don’t have any magical powers or adventures to go on, I just thought that it would be better to create them instead.” I explain, turning to look over the golden sands that meet the deep blue.
“You strike me as a strong woman, Y/N. Don’t doubt yourself like that, you seem absolutely incredible.” Tom tells me in a calm, comforting tone.
“Oh please, you don’t even know me.” I scoff, flicking ash off of the end of my cigarette.
“Maybe so. But I’d like to.” His sultry voice hooks my attention and drags my eyes from the horizon to his now very close form.
“Now why would a beautiful stranger like yourself be interested in little old me?” I hum, my fingers extending to his torso and playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Because you, my darling, are absolutely fascinating,” He whispers seductively, taking one last drag and then throwing his cigarette to the floor. “And if you wanted an adventure, all you had to do is ask.”
I bashfully look to the ground as he continues to eliminate the little space between us, but a sudden wave of confidence surges through me and I look up at him with a challenging expression ghosting across my features.
“Tom, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.” I accuse him.
“Am I that transparent?” Tom smirks.
I giggle at both his response and his continued advances, knowing that I’ll probably end up in a hotel room with him at some point tonight, but I try to long out our conversation to see if I can get him to break this elegant facade. Well, if I can wait that long.
“You know,” he starts, brushing my hair behind my shoulder. “I have a bottle of tequila back in my room if you’re interested.”
I dwell on the thought for a moment before throwing my cigarette to the ground and walking back into the hotel. I stop under the marble arch and turn to see a fairly disappointed Tom.
“Are you coming or am I drinking alone?” I ask.
His features lift from their dismayed state and he struts towards me and snakes an arm around my waist, guiding me to his hotel room with a great urgency.
Tom and I reach the top floor after a tortuously tension-filled elevator ride and stroll over to the third door we come to. His room is in perfect condition, not a pillow or item of clothing out of place. On his bedside table, there was a small, leather bound notebook with a fountain pen on top of it, placed directly next to an empty glass and half-full bottle of scotch.
“Tequila and scotch?” I point out. “A man of class, I see?” I laugh, sitting down on the couch at the bottom of his bed.
“I try my best.” He replies, setting his camera down on a small table next to his door and then sauntering over to a tray of bottles and glasses, pouring out two tequilas. He hands me mine and sits down beside me, relaxing into the back of the chair and taking a sip while keeping his gaze fixated on me the entire time.
“So, did you just bring me up here to drink surprisingly decent hotel tequila or do you have any ulterior motives?” I smirk, holding the crystal glass close to my lips. Tom laughs and rests his drink in his lap, blushing slightly at my rather forward question.
“You’re a brilliant judge of character, aren’t you?” He winks.
“Helps for when you meet handsome strangers in foreign lands. I like to know if the people I want to sleep with want to sleep with me too.” I tell him with a sly grin.
He gets up again, taking my drink from my hands and setting them both down on the silver tray that he originally retrieved them from.
“Who says I want to sleep with you?” He playfully questions, raising an eyebrow and leaning against the table. I sigh deeply, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear and smoothing out my dress.
“Well you see Tom, I did have an ulterior motive, but if we’re not on the same page, I guess I’ll leave you be.”
I begin to walk away, but the second I get close to the door, I’m slammed into the wall as Tom animalistically smothers my neck with aggressive kisses and soft bites and quickly unzips the back of my dress, eager to remove any item of clothing covering my skin. He turns me around and pins my arms above my head with just his left hand as he moves his attack to my lips, eliciting moans from me left and right.
“Fuck,” I groan into the kiss, frustration taking over due to the fact that i can’t touch him.
Tom finally releases my arms and I fumble around with the buttons of his shirt, desperately trying to tear it off, as he slips my dress from my body and grabs my thighs, signaling for me to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. I quite happily oblige and he carries me over to the king sized bed, continuously switching his kisses from my lips to my jaw, to my neck.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Tom mumbles into my neck as he lays me down onto the satin sheets. Various items of clothing fly in different directions, landing in odd spots.
Heavy eyes, sore legs and strong arms. Those are the first things that pop into my head the next morning. In the mirror opposite me, I can already see red and purple love bites adorning my neck and chest, and Tom’s arm draped around my naked torso. I roll over and an unconscious Tom sleeping peacefully and lightly murmuring in his sleep, occasionally shifting around among the sheets. What now? Do I leave? Is this a one night stand? Am I supposed to stay? Do I go freshen up?
My train of thought is interrupted by Tom’s stretches and yawns.
“Morning.” He croaks in his morning voice.
“Morning.” I reply with a smile.
He places two fingers under my chin and places a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.
“Last night was…” I trail off, lost for words.
“Fun?” Tom finishes my sentence for me.
“Yeah, fun.” I laugh.
My neck catches his eye and he averts his attention to the hickeys spread completely across my throat.
“Oh my God… I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize they were that bad.” He chuckles sheepishly, delicately running his fingers over my neck.
“It’s fine, really. Doesn’t bother me.” I shrug, taking his hand from my chest and holding it down by my hips where he starts to gently caress my upper thigh.
“As long as you’re sure.” Tom smiles sweetly.
This is a completely different man from the one I met last night. The Tom last night was flirty and seductive, but this… this Tom is almost a polar opposite. He’s attentive and caring.
“I should probably start preparing for the walk of shame, right?” I sigh and start to sit up, trying to locate my clothes.
“Wait… you should stay.” He pleads.
“Really?” I ask, a little shocked but also kind of relieved.
“Yeah, if that’s alright with you. I thought we could get breakfast. I’d like to get to know the ‘strong woman’ novelist that works for the shittiest, lowest paying magazine in America. If you’d like to get to know the pretentious photographer, that is.”
Persuaded, I relax back into his arms and place a brief kiss on his lips.
“I’d love to,” I whisper. “And pretentious isn’t the word I’d use.” I add with a slight giggle.
“Ah, so what word would the author use?” Tom asks.
I think for a moment, letting out a quizzical hum.
“Aside from aesthetically pleasing?” I smirk, only half joking. “I don’t know yet. It’ll come to me.”
We stay in bed for the rest of the day, ordering room service, watching movies and to put it delicately- fucking in every spot of the room.
A week later, I wake up in Tom’s hotel room again. I reach over to his side of the bed, but I’m met with nothing but emptiness and the cold. I open my eyes and search the room for him, but all I find is a note on the night stand.
If you wake up before I’m back, I’ve just gone on a small photography walk around the hotel and on the beach. I won’t be too long, seeing as the idea of you in my bed keeps me distracted and I can’t focus. Back soon.
P.S, you look absolutely stunning this morning.”
Smiling like an idiot, I place the note back on the nightstand and roll over back to where I was before. Shortly after, Tom returns in a white shirt and blue suit trousers with his camera and a satisfied grin.
“Ah, you’re awake.” Tom smiles, setting his camera down.
“Yeah, I only read your note like, five minutes ago.” I tell him.
He lays next to me and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, leaning in to whisper something.
“I was wondering if you needed waking up this morning.”
My breath hitches and my body temperature rises as he slowly climbs on top of me and begins to leave sloppy kisses down my neck.
“I’m sure I can be persuaded…” I mutter.
After a while and round… I’ve lost count if I’m honest, we both get dressed and head downstairs. We order breakfast and discuss both profound and meaningless crap. We don’t realize how long we’ve been sat in the hotel until staff ask us if we need to see the lunch menus. The both of us kindly decline and leave for the beach, where we walk along the shoreline until the sun goes down and the stars appear.
“So, how long are you here for?”Tom asks after our long talk about our childhoods.
“Only another three days.” I sigh, kicking some sand around.
“And then?” I look up at Tom, who has a deeply disappointed look behind his sparkling blue eyes.
We stop walking when we reach a dock and he takes my hands in his.
“And then I go back. Back to Colorado.” I say sadly, looking at the ground again, noticing the ocean that washes up and very nearly touches our feet. He lifts up my chin with his index finger and gazes down into my eyes.
“I’ve had the best time with you for these past few weeks. I’ve never connected with someone so much in such a short amount of time and you’ve been truly wonderful to be around. So thank you, Y/N.” Tom smiles sadly while caressing my hand with his thumb.
“Me too. I’ll miss you when I’m gone. You were by far the best part of this whole trip and I’m so glad that you photographed me without my consent.” I joke, causing him to erupt into a huge smile.
“Do you really have to go? You can’t stay a little longer?” He pleads.
“Tom, I wish I could, but my boss won’t fund my flight if I miss the one she booked for me. I wish I could be with you and not return to the city that constantly sleeps. God, you have no idea how much I just want to stick around and be with you-”
“So do it.” Tom cuts me off.
“Stay with me.”
“What?” I breathe hollowly, completely astounded.
“Stay with me. Quit your job, come traveling with me. I know it’s a lot to ask, but-”
“I’ll do it.” I blurt out.
“Really?” Tom’s eyes widen in shock.
“Yeah, really. I hate my job, I can’t stand my neighbors, and the past week with you has been the best time of my life. I’ll go with you, Tom.”
And with that, he sweeps me off of my feet and kisses me passionately underneath the stars.
THREE YEARS LATER.
“Tom?” I call out, walking through the door of our shared LA home. “Tom, you home?”
The only sound that meets my ears is that of the echo of my boots hitting the oak floors.
I frown in confusion, thinking that Tom should’ve been home from his meeting by now, seeing as it’s about to get dark. Plus, his car is in the drive- another factors making me even more suspicious about his whereabouts.
“Thomas Hiddleston, I swear to God… you’ll be the death of me.” I mutter under my breath, picking up some mail from the kitchen counter, flicking through bills and letters from Tom’s interested buyers.
I turn around when I hear the sound of the front door opening and shutting, followed by a sweaty, panting Tom, who’s clad in running gear from head to toe. He smiles as soon as he lays his eyes on me and takes out his earphones.
“Hello Darling,” he kisses me on the cheek. “When did you get back?”
“About thirty seconds before you stepped through the door. Where’d you go on your little adventures today?” I ask, jumping up and sitting on the island in the kitchen.
“Just around the woods. How’s your mother? Does she still despise my very existence?” Tom laughs.
“Mm. She still thinks you’re a bad influence, even three years on.” I roll my eyes.
“Maybe I am.” He winks.
“In the best way possible.” I sigh happily, hooking my finger into the neckline of his shirt and pulling him towards me, then placing a soft kiss to his lips.
“She’ll learn to love me, I’m sure.” He replies, tucking a few hairs behind my ear.
“Tom, I’m not even sure if she loves me and I’m her daughter.” I joke.
“Don’t be ridiculous, my love. It’s hard not to love you.”
Tom’s compliment makes my cheeks burn a deep scarlet and causes me to grin from ear to ear.
“You flatter me, Hiddleston,” I giggle.
“I need a shower, don’t forget that we have that party with the Hemsworths tonight.” He reminds me.
As he walks away, I let out a huff of breath in a fed up fashion. I’m usually always up for these kinds of things, but recently I’ve been more and more reluctant to go. Tom and Chris have been good friends since we took a trip to Australia and Tom was doing a promotional shoot for Chris’s wife Elsa’s new movie at the time, so it’s not like we can’t go because we’re all so close. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m going through a phase where I’m not feeling particularly social and I’ll be back to my lively self once it passes, who knows.
“Want me to join?” I call after him.
“Darling, the day I say ‘no’ to that question, I want you to shoot me.” Tom replies, still heading to the bathroom.
After putting my final diamond earring through my lobe and straightening my dress, I strut downstairs and find a formally suited Tom waiting by the door.
“Someone cleans up nice.” I smirk, adjusting his tie.
“I could say the same… you look absolutely stunning, my dear.” Tom’s blue eyes trail up and down my body, admiring each bump and curve, making me feel even more beautiful as I notice the look of admiration behind his eyes.
“Save it for later, gorgeous.” I smirk and waltz past him and out of the door.
Tom shortly follows and opens up the car door for me in a gentlemanly fashion, which plasters a smile across my lips. Once he sits in the driver’s seat, Tom opens up the roof of the car, then placing his hand on my thigh and lovingly grazing it with his thumb.
“Excited?” He asks with a grin.
“Yeah, I guess.” I flash a half smile as I gently shrug my shoulders.
I turn to Tom, who is looking at me with his classic:
“I know something’s wrong and I’m not going to drop it until you tell me” look.
“What?” I sigh, rubbing my forehead tiresomely.
“What do you man ‘what?’? You love parties! More importantly, you love Chris and Elsa. What’s wrong? And please be honest with me, don’t say you’re fine so I leave it alone.”
“I don’t know, I just haven’t been in a ‘party’ mood lately. It’s like… for once I’d just like it if we stayed at home. I honestly can’t remember the last time we stayed in and just watched a damn movie in our sweats instead of getting all dressed up and making pointless small talk all night with people we either don’t know or don’t like. Is that such a terrible concept?”
Tom sighs and rests his head against the back of the driver’s seat.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Because you love these things. I don’t want to be the one to disappoint you.” I say sadly.
“You couldn’t disappoint me, Darling. Yes, I do love these things, but I love you more and if you don’t want to do something, then I’m more than happy to do whatever you prefer.” He smiles softly while still rubbing my hand with his thumb.
“I love you too, Tom.” I tell him in all sincerity, glad that he isn’t angry about my indifference to social events.
“Want me to call and cancel?” He offers.
I dwell on the thought for a moment, but shake my head in defeat.
“No, it might be fun. Plus, I’m never one to argue against you wearing a suit.” I smirk, only half joking.
He laughs in response and blushes a little.
“So.. think we could be a little late?”
After being a half-hour late because of… reasons, Tom and I arrive at Chris and Elsa’s door.
“Oh my God, Tom…” I giggle, smoothing down some of his un-kept sex-hair.
“Whoops.” He snickers.
The door swings open and we’’re greeted by a grinning Chris and a laughing Elsa, who both somehow become even happier when they see us.
“Hey guys!” Chris exclaims.
“Hey, how are you both?” Tom smiles as Chris engulfs him in a hug.
Elsa grabs my hand and pulls me inside, leading me straight to a table full of alcohol.
“Every time I see you, you get me drunk!” I exclaim.
“Are you objecting?” Elsa giggles.
“Obviously not, but that isn’t the point.” I reply, taking a shot and then wincing at the burning sensation in my throat. Elsa chuckles hysterically at my slight intolerance to the alcohol.
“You are late.” Elsa playfully narrows her eyes and points her glass of Merlot at me accusingly.
I chuckle lightly as I pour myself a cocktail, flicking the tiny umbrella in as I finish.
“I have my reasons.” I smirk, clinking my glass against hers.
“I bet. And may I say, your ‘reasons’ are looking absolutely dashing this evening,” she nods towards Tom, who’s talking to a number of men in equally flashed out suits. “So tell me, how many times? Three? Four?” She teases.
“It was both a quickie and none of your business! And yes, he does look great tonight.” I smile.
As the night carries on into the early hours of the morning, Tom introduces me to countless people who are interested in his work, none of whom manage to make even half a good impression. Chris breaks out a karaoke machine, much to his kids’ demise. However, the moment that the three children set their eyes on Tom, their moods were instantly turned around. Sasha runs up to Tom, only to be lifted into the air by my adoring boyfriend. Elsa creeps up behind me and watches as my partner cuddles her son in a way that comes so naturally to him.
“He’s good at that. You next, right?.”
Whoops, there it is. The seven words that strike fear into my heart. Kids? God, I was only just warming up to marriage, never mind kids. Sure marriage is a huge commitment, but at least you can get out of it. Not that I would want to get out of a marriage with Tom, but you never know what can go wrong. But kids… that’s a forever deal. Permanent, constant, infinite.
“Yeah… I um, I need a drink.” I choke out and rush over to the still-overflowing table of alcohol. No Y/N, no more alcohol. You have to drive. My hand edges away from the bourbon and vodka and reaches for water instead.
As I shakily pour the water into a glass, I feel a pair of arms slink around my waist and a head rest on my shoulder.
“Wow Elsa, I never knew you felt that way about me.” I joke, earning a drunken chuckle from Tom.
“What are you thinking about?” He slurs.
I sigh a little and take a sip of my drink.
“I’m thinking about getting you home-”
“Oh yeah?” He mumbles into my neck just before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses.
“And getting you sober, don’t get too excited. You need some sleep,” I turn around and kiss him softly, “so it’s time to say our goodbyes.”
I drag Tom over to the Hemsworth family and we begrudgingly depart, promising each other lunch at some point in the upcoming weeks. Chris and Tom aggressively hug each other, causing Elsa and I to roll our eyes at the ridiculous display of masculinity.
On our way out of the house, we’re stopped by a man requesting Tom’s presence elsewhere. Tom excuses himself and walks away and I watch them as I unlock the car. The man has lead Tom to a group of people stood in front of a silver Mercedes, all of which are lead by a short, pale man in a white suit. The conversation looks pretty friendly until the short man begins to frown at Tom. He begins to push him backwards slightly and yell profanities that are just barely audible. Everything becomes incredibly heated, but Chris manages to step between Tom and the group before things start to get nasty. From what I gather, he tells them to leave and then turns to Tom once they leave. Chris shakes his head in disappointment as Tom tries to reason with him, but to no success. In the end, Chris just places a hand on Tom’s shoulder and nods over to me. As soon as he does so, I look away as to not look like I’ve been watching them. Moments later, Tom returns by my side with a see-through fake smile playing on his lips.
“Come on then, lets go home.” Tom coughs out.
“Everything okay over there? Looked pretty rough.” I comment, searching for any kind of truth behind his baby blue eyes.
“Yeah, it’s all fine.” He shrugs.
“Didn’t look fine. Are you sure you’re oka-”
“I’m fine, it’s fine. Just a buyer. Couldn’t afford the pieces he wanted. Darling, it’s nothing to worry about. Let’s go home, my love.” Tom caresses my cheek
SAO PAULO, BRAZIL. TWO MONTHS LATER.
White sand washes off of my legs as I step into the shower of our shared hotel room in Sao Paulo. The heat from the water cleanses my body of the morning, but unfortunately, not my mind. My fingers wipe away the mascara streaks covering the dark bags of fatigue under my eyes. The one thing I can’t wash away is the heartbreak.
Y/N. I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am. I love you with everything I am and have, but this is something I have to do. I’m in trouble. I have to leave, because if I don’t, things aren’t going to end well for me. I didn’t want to do this, but I have to. You’re my world and these past three and a half years have been the best of my life. I wish I could explain and I wish I could make it up to you, but I can’t. I don’t want anything bad to happen. I’ll always be your’s. But I’m gone. Possibly forever. I’m sorry it wasn’t under better circumstances.
So here I am. Alone. Brokenhearted. Empty.