Person A is a cameraman for a Great British Bake Off kinda show, but they aren’t allowed to film Person B anymore because they kept getting *ahem* destracted. Now que A pining their ass off from afar and getting hecking jealous as their friend/fellow cameraman, Person C, gets to film B all they want.
“No WAY!” Tom exclaimed, his voice getting high pitched and making you throw your head back in laughter, “Spiderman is WAY cooler than Batman!” he defended his superhero persona as the interviewer smiled nervously, “I’m just a bigger fan of batman that’s all,” the interviewer says nervously as you and Tom gasp in shock, “How dare you sir!” You mock offense, a hand over your heart as Tom laughs slightly, “Spidey is the bomb.com!” you exclaim as Tom snorts, “The bomb.com?” he asks, a weirded out look on his face as you give him an amused smirk, “Yeah,” you say, “Do they not have that term in England?” you ask jokingly as Tom rolls his eyes, “We DO,” he defends, “But only the non-cool people say it.” he says sassily, crossing his arms across his chest as you glare playfully, both of you forgetting about the interview, “Are you saying you’re cool?” you ask playfully as Tom smirks, “I am cool.” he declares, pretending to dust dirt of his shoulder as you scoff, “Only non-cool people say they’re cool!” you exclaim, lifting yourself up off your seat and lifting yiur chin up as Tom glares, “So you’re saying Spiderman isn’t cool?” he asks, knowing he’s got you trapped. You freeze, contemplating before sighing in defeat, “Spiderman is the coolest person in the entire world.” you decide as Tom smiles smugly at the interviewer, “And that actor that plays him is so hot!” you declare, making Tom’s eyes widen in surprise as his cheeks flush, “O-oh yeah?” he asks you, trying to smile through his embarrassment as you nod at the interviewer vigorously, “Yeah, he’s so cute and talented!” you go on as Tom’s smile grows, thinking you’re boosting his ego as you continue, “Whenever I see him I just can’t control my overies!” you try to say with a straight face before you and Tom burst into giggles and you struggle to go on, “Yeah he’s one attractive british son of a bitch.” you say as Tom smiles at you with admiration, “Yeah he’s BY FAR the best Spiderman.” you finish as Tom gushes at you, “I sure do love Andrew Garfield.” you declare, bursting into laughter as Tom’s smile falls and he gives you a glare. The i interviewer joins in on your laughter and stare at Tom’s bewildered face as he stares at you with a shocked glare. Eventually your laughter dies down and you look over to see Tom pouting like the little kid he truly is. You lean over and plant a drmatic kiss on his cheek to show your affection. He can’t help but the gigantic smile that moves across his face as you pull away, his cheeks pink as you return the smile to him. “Thanks babe.” he says cheekily as you roll your eyes, giving him a playful shove and accidentally making his chair topple over, causing you to laugh at his expression after seeing he wasnt hurt. He joins in on your’s and the interviewers laughter as you decide that this was by far the best interview you’d had with anyone ever.
Restaurant Dates Are The Worst (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)
A/N: This is an adaptation of the Sebastian Stan version of RDATW (a very faithful adaptation, almost word for word except it’s written in third person and ot second). It’s for a dear friend of mine (me heartie @bathshebaa who has the hots for Tom Hiddleston *wink* *wink*)
around her, scrutinizing the surroundings, letting her eyes wander on
the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to
the bar section of the restaurant – she looked anywhere but at the
man sitting across from her, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into
his mouth all the while twaddling.
I mean seriously you guys pour your heart and soul into this shit. You put in YOUR time and YOUR effort to make these beautiful creations and you don’t NEARLY get the credit you deserve. What must take you days or weeks people will devour in seconds and demand more IMMEDIATELY. Or people treat you like crap because it’s not how THEY wanted it. Honestly you guys are AMAZING. If you’re work takes you 3 hours to write: YOU’RE LIT AS FUCK. If it takes you 3 days: YOU’RE LIT AS FUCK. 3 weeks?: LIT AS FUCK. 300 words long?: LIT AS FUCK. 3,00 words?: LIT AS FUCK. Just started writing?: LIT AS FUCK. Been writing for years?: LIT AS FUCK. Don’t let others discourage you. Fuck ‘em. DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. For the love of god you guys don’t nearly get as much love as you deserve. People on here forget that you’re doing this FOR FREE, forget YOU DON’T HAVE TO WRITE FOR US, and forget YOU’RE HUMAN BEINGS WITH LIVES THAT DON’T REVOLVE AROUND WHAT THEY WANT. FUCK THOSE HATERS. Just please remember that there are readers out there that understand this and respect you. that love what you do for us and appreciate every last thing you do
For the people I follow: YOU’RE ESPECIALLY LIT AS FUCK AND I WANT YOU TO SEE THIS:
Eiffel has accidentally called Minkowski mom more than once. He thinks everyone forgot about it, but it became a running joke. When talking to Minkowski, Lovelace likes to refer to Eiffel as ‘your kid’ or 'the boy’.
Lovelace: Where’s your son got to?
Minkowski: Will you please stop calling him that? He’s not my freaking child. I’m only three years older.
Lovelace: Well, technically. But has Eiffel ever actually behaved like a 33 year-old?
Hera: No, never.
Minkowski: Just because he’s a child doesn’t mean he has to be my child though. Why aren’t you or Hera part of this messed-up family metaphor?
Lovelace: Okay then, I’ll be… the cool mysterious aunt. What about you Hera?