Message to You - Part 1
Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: Some language and explicit sexual content. Slow burn.
Summary:What happens when Tom finds out what you've been writing about him?
A/N: Sorry for any typing errors. English is my second language! This is my second writing about Tom, there are going to be more chapters! (Not my gif!)
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You've lived in London for a year, and in that time you discovered "Coffee, Cake and Kisses," a local coffee shop. You would go there every day, sit in front of the store to observe the people on the street and be inspired to write your books. You started a great friendship with the owner of the coffee. Her name was Jane and she was one of the few people who welcomed you into a foreign country. She was always in a good mood and always asked for a poem. There were several poems on the wall of the cafeteria, and many of them were his own.
Jane with her way of welcoming everyone in her coffee shop made many friends and some of them famous. And you loved to see them so normal going for a coffee. And the loveliest of them all was Tom Hiddleston! With his cavalier ways of talking, always very controlled. And it was not hard to admit to herself that you had a crush on him. The man was a painting! Jane realized the way you looked at him every time you met and after you admitted it to her too, it made sense to your hottest poems. These poems were not going to the public, and it turned out to be a joke between the two of you.
On another normal spring day Jane receives the illustrious visit of Mr. Hiddleston and you had gone to wash your hands, for one of the things you loved to do besides writing was drawing and your fingers were full of graphite from the drawing you had just do.
Today you had sat inside the coffee shop and your objects were all on the largest table near the counter where Jane was. You jumped in fright at Tom's unforgettable voice greeted Jane still from the bathroom and immediately you put your hands on your face. The drawing was on the table, but worse than that: there was a very explicit poem written on the back of the paper. You had planned to hand this poem over to Jane, but after having done the most beautiful portrait of Tom, you changed your mind. She would keep it to herself, and who knows if one day you would get bored with that tone of face on that paper you would introduce Jane!
And you started praying, asking him not to be so observant today and not look at the table, specifically for his drawing. And as you cursed at the bathroom door, calculating how long it would be on the table and picking up your stuff or walking away from the back, you kept hearing them chatting excitedly and decided to go to the store. Arriving there his stuff was gathered in the corner of the table. No drawings or obscene poems showing up, just his briefcase and purse on top. And you let out a relieved sigh!
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