Shakespeare Makes Us Do Crazy Things
A/N: This is for @until-theend-oftheline MCU Beautiful Words Challenge
Although I wrote this before finding the challenge, I had to take part as the first bit of my fic captures my prompt (although the word itself isn’t used).
A friend sent this photo to me and as much as Paparazzi pics annoy me, it did stir a thought and this came out of it.
@wi-deangirl77 was my beta for this - thank you so much for putting up with me and my whacky ideas!
Prompt: Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Word Count: 1608
RPF w/ Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: This is just kinda fluff for fluff’s sake!
Summary: Tom’s between jobs and back in London for his birthday. So the reader meets up with her friend to celebrate.
I waited patiently on the side of the paving, watching pedestrians head this way and that, greet friends, say goodbye, stop suddenly for something on their phone. I had to smile to myself when I collected snippets of conversation;
“There was no cheese…”
“And they were roommates!”
“Don’t believe it, pig hooves aren’t in that.”
“Did you know there aren’t any calories in…”
It was incredible and yet overwhelming to think of all the lives that happened around us that we’d never be privy to.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I fished it out, leaning back against the shopfront behind me.
5 away, see you soon x
I smiled before locking it and dumping it in my bag.
I could hear him before I could see him.
Well… not him, I could hear others.
“Is that…” “Did you just see that?” “That was Tom Hiddleston!”
And then there was the distinct sound of cameras, just a couple of snaps here and there, but it made my eyes roll nonetheless. I looked in the direction of the noise and found him, ten feet away, behind a slow walking, oblivious couple. He had his glasses on with his coat collar pulled high, but was still recognizable.