Imagine your fiancé, Tom, coming home from working with a surprise for you. He’d had a radio interview that day, so you can’t imagine what possible surprise he could have. He takes out his phone and shows you a photo of him and your favorite musician, Ed Sheeran. You’re beyond excited, going on and on about how you’ll have the photo framed when Tom tells you that’s not even the best part. Ed’s agreed to come to your wedding, and will even sing the song for your first dance as husband and wife.
Imagine being on set with Tom during an interview. Rumors have been flying about a potential pregnancy in the Hiddleston family, but you’re trying to keep things quiet for now. He’s terrible at keeping secrets, so you tagged along for support.
When the journalist brings it up, it just takes one glance in your direction, and his smile gives him away. He’s just too excited to keep it a secret any longer, and you can’t blame him for that.
There was a movie with Tom Hiddleston on TV last night.
Really?! OMG! Which one?! Was it War Horse? Only Lovers Left Alive? High Rise? I Saw The Light? Midnight in Paris? A TV series, like, The Night Manager? The Deep Blue Sea? Thor? The Avengers? Kong: Skull Island? Crimson Peak? Which one was it?!?!?!?!?!
Thank you for joining us and for sticking around to see Tom, who was just telling me backstage that he was literally on the treadmill when he got the call to come and fill in tonight [for Guillermo], so thank you so much. (x)
prompts: “I might have had a few shots.” & “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” with john.
A vision of beauty; of joy and stupidity and liquored recklessness: your best friend, with a grin and a small glass of potent drink extended in your direction. She was relentless, no wasn’t a word she understood. ‘Fine.’ You laughed, accepting the shot. ‘But, this is the last one.’
She nodded, already mildly distracted by the man beside her, ‘Sure, (y/n).’ She looked from him to you with a smile, her eyes asking a silent question which you answered with a quick wave of your hand. Yes, you can go suck him off in the back room. And yes, I’ll be right here when you get back. It was routine now: you’d get drunker and drunker, while she’d hunted for someone to fill her appetite, and really? It suited you just fine.
You knocked back the shot with ease, your throat too used to alcohol to complain, and pushed the empty glass away from you. The bar you were in was a regular jaunt, one you were comfortable enough in to sit happily by yourself, unbothered by those around. Granted, you had your own spot, a dusty booth in the corner of the room, but still. Being by yourself in a place stuffed with drunken men was never an easy situation to handle.
You leant back in your seat, allowing the newest burst of alcohol to warm your system. It flushed your already-hot cheeks and numbed your ghostly fingers, taking you away from the racket to a warm, tingling place. ‘Mmm,’ you hummed. Perfection. Just the right level of smashed. A chuckle bubbled in your chest acting as proof that you were still your own favourite comedian.
‘What you laughing at?’ A familiar voice, on the other side of the table. John.