Pairing: Steve x Reader || Word Count: 1.2k || Rated: T
A/N: What a way to get back into the swing of things than to write something with my favorite holiday in it! It's just a bunch of fluffiness, but it's a start!
Christmas Eve saw you and Steve relaxing together on the couch. Snow was falling quietly outside, visible through the window of your shared cabin, the one Steve wanted to retire to after everything happened with Thanos. You didn't blame him for wanting to take a step back, he'd been through a lot and you supported his decision to hand over the shield to Sam. Though Steve shed the famous persona he'd gone by since the 40's, he would always be your Captain.
As everyone went their separate ways after everything that had happened, they still decided to get together the weekend before Christmas, to celebrate and remember Nat and Tony, who were greatly missed after their heroic sacrifices to save them all. The planned event allowed you and Steve to spend time alone together on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day which was long overdue.
There wasn't a lot going on that quiet evening, to which neither of you were complaining. The fire was snapping and crackling in its place underneath the chimney, the clock ticking softly on the shelf above it, and the Christmas tree tucked in the corner was shining from the lights strung around it.
Steve was sitting on the couch with his feet resting on the coffee table in front of him as he slowly drew one of his latest pieces of art in his sketchbook. Your back was resting against the armrest of the couch, your calves draped over his thighs as you read a sweet Christmas romance novel.
Things were peaceful, the two of you doing your own things yet being together at the same time. Others might say it was boring, but after everything, after living in fear and sorrow because of Thanos, they could finally relax. It was finally over. Most of the world was put back the way it was. Most people got to spend the first Christmas in over five years with their families because of them.
As Steve completed his drawing, he looked at it with an approving hum as he always did if it was something he was proud of and intended on keeping. You felt him lean over your legs to set the sketchbook down on the coffee table, his feet sliding off and resting on the floor. Steve's hand began to absently rub your leg over your comfy flannel pajama pants, the motion soothing and the gesture leaving you feeling content. You felt his gaze on you causing you to look up to indeed see him staring at you.
"What?" You asked sweetly, smiling at him. God, he was gorgeous tonight. He was always gorgeous, but the cozy cabin setting looked really, really good on him. His thick grey sweater and blue jeans only complimented him further.
The corner of his mouth upturned into a soft smirk, "What? I can't admire my girl while she reads a book?" His voice dipped a little and a jolt of heat rushed through you as his hands slid up your legs. "Did I ever tell you, you look sexy in flannel?"
"Steve!" You laughed, watching them in anticipation as they moved higher up.
His eyes swept across your body, appreciating the way your clothes hugged your body before his eyes returned to yours. "You know what it makes me wanna do?"
You bit your lip, shaking your head to play along even though you knew where this was heading.
"It makes me want to…" He began to slowly slide his touch toward the outer edge of your thighs, "Tickle you!" Steve exclaimed, beginning to squeeze your sides suddenly.
You squealed and your knees went up, your stomach clenching with laughter as your first instinct. "Steve- Ahahaha- Steve!"
A low rumble of laughter sounded from him as he tickled you, the light yet relentless digging of his fingers driving you crazy. You began to push at his arms, trying to get them away from you as he began to lift your top to get to your bare skin which would intensify the silly gesture.
"No!" You squealed again through your giggles, desperately trying to stop him but he was much too strong. You could tell he was holding back to be somewhat fair, but you knew he wouldn't let you win this round as his hands barely budged. "S-Stop! Steve- Ahahaha- C'mon stop!"
You realized he'd sat up on his knees between your legs, towering over you with a wide smile, laughing along with you as he assaulted you with the tickles Your thrashing calmed after another minute or so after he relented, panting as you laid there looking up at him. He'd collapsed on top of you, his cheek nuzzling against your chest with pleased hum.
"Punk." You scolded softly, fighting back a smile. Remnants of your giggles still working their way out of you. Steve's chest vibrated against you, his arms wrapping around underneath you as he wriggled down your body.
"What are you doing now?" You asked, watching him with amusement in your eyes as he nestled his head onto your stomach this time.
"Gettin' comfortable." He mumbled, placing a kiss onto your skin and closed his eyes. He exhaled contentedly and you relaxed, resting your hands on his back, rubbing it gently.
He said your name after a moment and you hummed in acknowledgement. "Nothing can possibly top this. Being here, with you. Like this. I-"
Steve suddenly stopping mid sentence sent a mild sense of panic within you as his eyes shot open to look at you with an unreadable expression.
"Steve? What's wrong?" Your heart began to pick up a little as he placed his head back down a little more firmly this time. "Babe?"
He shushed you again and you fell silent as you awaited him to tell you what was going on.
"Nevermind." He said, a smile spreading generously across his face. Steve began to chuckle, nuzzling your stomach once more.
Frowning in confusion, you shook his shoulders. "What the hell is going on? What's gotten into you?"
The supersoldier picked his head back up, joy lighting up his eyes. "It's not what's gotten into me. It's what's gotten into you. Well… not what, but who."
He laughed at your still confused expression, you still didn't understand. "We're gonna have a baby!" Steve blurted.
Your face softened as you processed his words. "What? I'm…"
"You're pregnant! I heard its heart beat!" He watched you, waiting patiently for you to realize what he was saying to you, though you could see he was itching to become excited with you.
A smile formed on your face, "Oh my God! Steve!" You shot up and he scooped in his arms, sitting up on the couch with you. Your chest swelled with happiness as you held onto him, tears welling in your eyes.
Steve pulled back to look at you before your lips met, kissing each other with as much passion as you could muster as tears rolled down your cheeks. The way he held you to him made you feel loved and cherished, like you'd just made him the happiest man alive. The way his arm wrapped around your lower back and his other hand cupping the back of your head. When the two of you broke apart, his wide smile returned as his forehead rested against yours.
"You're really happy about this, huh?"
He laughed with you, swiping your tears with his thumbs and brushing the hair out of your face affectionately. "Of course I am!" Steve looked down, sliding a hand onto your stomach that would soon grow as the baby did. "Honestly, I couldn't be happier. I love you so much."
"Neither could I… I love you too, Steve. Merry Christmas."
Hey everyone! Yes, you're seeing this right. I am indeed alive. Barely though. My friends went to see Betrayal in NYC on Sunday and I wasnt able to go, so I was one of the girls on the Facebook chat that Tom said hello to, if you've seen the video floating around. Second best thing to seeing him in person!
I've been dealing with a busy work schedule and going through this weird mental thing, so I haven't had a lot of motivation to write much over the past couple of months. But I'm feeling a bit better and I really miss writing, so I'm going to do my best to start writing again and get something posted for all you wonderful people. I might do a little prompt event over the Thanksgiving weekend if I have some time to maybe get me back into the swing of things!
I want to say I'm sorry for basically disappearing and not keeping you guys updated. I haven't given up writing and I'm sorry if I gave off that impression. I love you guys and thanks for sticking around!
It’s been a while since we’ve heard from you... everything ok?
Yes my lovely, I'm doing okay. I've been busy with work and other stuff life seems to be throwing at me, so I haven't had much time or energy to sit down and write anything. I'm hoping to be able to do this soon. I'm so sorry that I haven't posted anything or even an update on how things are going. I'll try to get better about that. Thank you for thinking about me ❤❤❤
Sebastian has finally made it. You'll be walking down that aisle any moment now and he anxiously awaits his chance to exchange your vows and wedding rings so that he can call you his.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan/Reader || Word Count: 1.2k || Rated T
A/N: This comes to you because of an indirect request sent anonymously! I started imagining their cute little wedding and I just had to at least write the ceremony out! Enjoy the fluff!
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Sebastian checks his watch for what seems to be the hundredth time.
Two minutes more and you'll be walking down that aisle. Why does that seem longer than the twenty five minutes he spent waiting after you'd left his dressing room?
He taps his foot and looks around the garden at all the family and friends the two of you invited to witness your special day. Both sides are filled with people who love the two of you and he can hear them; the chattering and whispers of how excited they are for you and how gorgeous everything looks and of course there are comments about how anxious he looks. If only they knew.
If only they knew how knotted his stomach feels or how close he is to going back into that building and dragging you up that aisle himself. As he politely smiles into the crowd, Sebastian imagines how disappointed your father would be if he were to rob him of his duty of escorting his precious daughter down the aisle and giving her away. Definitely not a good idea.
He begins chuckling to himself, but immediately sobers up when his best man nudges him. "Here she comes." He whispers as the music changes. When the violins begin their sweet melody of the traditional Wedding March tune, Sebastian straightens up and he looks for you at the end of the aisleway. He was so deep in thought about you that he hadn't realized your two groomsmen and bridesmaids made it down the aisle and had joined him in waiting for you.
The moment he sees you coming, any thoughts of moving quickly escape him. He's rooted to that spot and he refuses to move until the two of you say 'I do.' Any thought or image he'd had of how you would look today are in vain. He never could have predicted how much you would take his breath away.
"Holy shit babe…" He utters under his breath as he watches you gracefully strut down the aisle with your father, your eyes never leaving his. You're smiling widely and visibly shaking with excitement, and it makes him laugh softly.
Excitement bubbles in his chest as you get closer and closer, you're nearly to him now and he wishes the two of you would hurry.
"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" The officiant speaks beside him and Sebastian realizes he had forgotten he was even there. To be honest, the moment he saw you walking down the aisle, he forgot about everyone else and only saw you.
"Her mother and I." Your father extends his hand toward Sebastian and shakes his hand firmly, before he turns and kisses your cheek. He then hands you off to Sebastian and you settle into your places in front of the officiant. Your maid of honor takes the bouquet from your hands and stands back off to the side.
"Hi." Is all he knows what to say.
"Hi." Your eyes are glossy and your hands are trembling. "Ready?"
"I've been ready." He whispers back and the two of you laugh.
"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today…" Sebastian doesn't mean to tune him out, but it's as if you two are the only ones in the garden. His eyes roam your appearance, from your hairstyle to the details of your dress and he can't believe how lucky he is.
"You're stunning." He mouths and loves the way your cheeks tint pink.
"Not so bad yourself." You mouth back, giving his hands a light squeeze.
As the officiant speaks about what true marriage is, Sebastian gets lost in your eyes and your smile warms his heart. There is no doubt in his mind that you want this as much as he does. The trance only breaks when he hears his name followed by, "Will you please begin with your vows?"
Sebastian clears his throat, taking a deep breath before starting. "I pledge to you, darling little love of mine," He chuckles, unable to hold down his giddy urges that bubble up inside of him, "to give you an endless love that will defy time and space. A love that will continue to exist through any sickness and any obstacle we may come across. I promise to always listen to what you have to say and to confide in you always so that we may never stray from our open and honest communication. Through this vow, I promise to always support you and to be the best partner that I can through this beautiful journey we take together. Forever and always, babe."
By the time he's done, the tears he'd held back were dripping down his cheeks. You reach up and wipe them away with your thumbs, your eyes are glossy and you're smiling wider than he ever thought possible.
"That was beautiful, Seb." You whisper and the two of you laugh at his tears.
Now it's your turn and the two of you regroup; Sebastian making sure his face is dry and re-grasping your hands when he's finished. "Okay, I'm good." He assures you as he rolls his shoulders back and sniffs, making the audience laugh.
"Sebastian…" You start and then sigh happily. "My best friend, my soulmate. I promise from the bottom of my heart to love and cherish you with every fiber of my being. To take care of you when you're sick and lift you up when you're down.” He notices you take a shaky breath, laced with heavy emotion and rubs your hands with his thumbs encouragingly, “I vow to always stand by you no matter what life throws at us and to always put your needs before mine. This... is my eternal promise to you.”
Now it's his turn to be the grinning fool. He loves you so much and thinks the vows you both came up with were beautiful. His heart is warm and full as the two of you exchange your rings. The rest of the ceremony is a blur as you perform the sand portion of it and the officiant continues on with the ending announcement.
"By the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife." He takes a brief pause. "You may now kiss the bride."
Sebastian cups your face between his hands and kisses you passionately before you have a chance to react. The crowd goes wild, and he hears some of his friends yelling whoop whoop!
He breaks apart from you, laughing as you do and turn to face the crowd with joint hands. His eyes survey the audience with the intention of creating a mental picture of this moment. He glances down at you, meeting your eyes and leans down to kiss your cheek. "I love you." He whispers and you repeat it back to him.
"Now let's go get cake!" You squeeze his hand and he grins.
"I'm getting my cake in the backseat of that limo."
He revels in your gasp and when you hit him in the chest with a surprised laugh, he can't help but laugh himself. "Sebastian!"
The music has changed to something more upbeat and he escorts you back down the aisle like a proud husband. He watches you smile and wave your bouquet at certain people and mouth things that he doesn’t catch rather than do the same, because he just can’t take his eyes off of you.
Sebastian can't wait to be married to you. But he has to wait thirty more unbearable minutes and apparently isn't the only impatient one.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan/Reader || Word Count: 800 || Rated T
A/N: A drabble inspired by this picture, which of course the loveable @silverink-goldenlies is responsible for. It's short, but incredibly fluffy. I can't resist an about to be married Seb.
Sebastian is really excited. Like, I'm about to marry my best friend in the whole world and we're going to spend the rest of our lives together excited. Because that’s what he’s going to be doing in just thirty minutes. In just half of an hour, he’s going to be standing in front of you, reciting the vows he's basically been wanting to say to you since he's known you.
A timid knock on the dressing room door tears him from his thoughts. He turns around from his spot in front of the window looking out onto the beautiful display in the garden where he will be pledging his forever to you. "Yeah?" You open the door just a crack and he turns to see a sliver of white fabric. Quickly he turns away. "You're not supposed to be in here, babe, it's bad luck!"
He hears the rustling from your dress and your arms encircle him. Sebastian looks down, your pretty freshly painted nails come into view as they settle on his stomach. Even though he hasn’t seen you yet, he knows you look perfect. You always look perfect to him.
"I-I'm sorry, I just..." A soft giggle escapes you, making him smile and his stomach flutter like it was the first time he'd seen you. "This is happening. After all the planning and obsessing over every single detail about today, it's finally happening. I needed to see you."
Sebastian's hands slide across your arms and he's holding you to him. He feels your lips graze his cheek and he asks, "And this couldn't wait?"
He feels you smile against him and you pull back to shake your head. "You mean like how you couldn't wait to ask me to marry you and ended up kneeling on the floor in our apartment before we had a chance to leave for the dinner you planned? No, I couldn't."
The memory enters his mind and he laughs. Sebastian remembers being so nervous and anxious to ask you, that he couldn’t fathom waiting another second without knowing if you were willing to be his wife, to be stuck with him the way he wanted to be ‘stuck’ with you. "Touché."
“We’ve got exactly two minutes before our mothers realize that I slipped away. Hold me just a bit longer?”
He hums contentedly. “Yeah.” His attention goes back to the guests being seated into the chairs, decorated in your favorite color. Everyone’s chatting, happy and excited to be there. Not as excited as he was to be there. The wedding arch was decorated impeccably with your favorite flowers, the ones he used to bring to you when he picked you up for each date. “It looks beautiful, sweetheart. It’s gonna be perfect.”
“I know… I wish it would hurry up and be three o’clock already.” You groan and Sebastian takes his left hand from your arms only to glance at his watch before he returns with a squeeze.
“Only twenty seven more minutes, babe. Twenty seven more minutes and I’m officially yours, on paper.” He adds quickly.
“You and the cake.”
This sends a burst of laughter out of Sebastian. “The cake!?” Shaking his head, he rubs your arms slowly, savoring the way your skin feels against his. “That’s what this whole thing has been about, hasn’t it? You just want your wedding cake.”
“Damn, you caught me.” He can hear the smirk in your voice and he knows you’re kidding. He thinks it’s cute how much you love cake. You have no clue about his plan to smash cake in your face later and it prompts his own smirk. It was probably a pretty predictable thing to do at a wedding, but the two of you never talked about it, so he thinks it will catch you off guard.
“But seriously-” The sound of your name being called by some very distressed familiar sounding women come from the other side of the door, interrupts him.
“I’m in here!” You call before sighing. “Busted.” You mumble before the door swings open.
“Oh thank goodness! I thought you ran away!” Your mother sounds out of breath and he can hear remnants of a shaky voice.
“Mom!”
“Well, what was I supposed to think when you suddenly disappeared? This was the last place I was going to look. I didn’t want to scare poor Sebastian. Now get out of there, it’s bad luck, you know!”
“Told you.” He whispers and you gently slap him on the back.
“I know, I know. I’ll see you soon, Mr. Stan.”
“See you, Mrs. Stan.” He isn’t sure if the gesture affects you like it does him, but it makes his heart flutter at the sound. He glances at his watch again once you leave him. Twenty six more minutes.
“Seriously! What were you thinking, young lady?” This time, it’s his mother he hears scolding you now and he stifles his laughter.
“He was a perfect gentleman. He didn’t even look.” He hears your hushed response to your mother and it makes him smile for what seems like the millionth time today and it certainly will not be the last.
It is so hard to pick a favorite story! For series it is too close to call between Beautifully Complicated and Home for Christmas. I legitimately can't pick. And for one shots, See Me After Class. So naughty. So good.
@odinsonsobsessed @mrshiddleston-uk @redfoxwritesstuff @jewels2876 @jpat82 @hopelessromanticspoonie and a special shoutout to @nonsensicalobsessions for putting up with me!!!and everyone else I read! I love you all!!!!
"What is it, Bucky?" You're a bit flustered considering he suddenly pulls you out onto the balcony after demanding to see you. It's the dead ass middle of winter, it's snowing like crazy and you're freezing, but its unimportant right now. You see the stressed look on your soon-to-be husband's face and you think you're going to be sick.
He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his shoes nervously as if he's considering his words. He looks back up at you and asks, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"What?" Your stomach drops when you see the fear in his eyes and you're assuming the worst. You're assuming Bucky doesn't want to go through with the wedding.
"Are you sure you wanna marry me?"
"Of course I wanna marry you, Bucky! But... is this... are you having doubts about us...?" You swear you're about to cry. This can't be happening.
"No!" He says all too quickly. "I just..." He takes a breath and lets it out. "I just wanna to make sure you... This is forever, ya know. Once we say those vows, that's it. You're stuck with me. Are you okay with that?"
You do start to cry, but they're different kind of tears than you thought they'd be just moments ago. They're from relief and happiness. "Of course I am!"
Bucky pulls you forward by your arm and kisses you. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours with a smile, "You make me so damn happy. Can't wait to marry you."
A grin stretches on your face and you say, "I can't either... but if we don't get back inside, I'll become a snow woman."
Bucky smirks, "You'd be the sexiest snow woman I've ever seen."
You laugh and he tugs you inside so that the two of you can live your happily ever after.
A/N: Came across this picture (not mine!) and this is what my brain came up with and I had to write it down. It's short but super sweet! :)
“Can someone adress me to some Tom/Loki fanfictions ? Preferably one-shots (or series with links idk) I’m not good at orienting around tumblr yet and I am craving for good story”
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(via kikagrny)
I do a weekly fiction recommendation on Fridays and there are always Tom and/or Loki fics on there. Here are the links:
And a shameless plug for my own master list. https://just-the-hiddles.tumblr.com/post/180708173034/masterlist
Some writers I would recommend (and are probably on these lists) @winterisakiller @redfoxwritesstuff @odinsonsobsessed @mrshiddleston-uk @jpat82 @jewels2876 And that is just a few!
“She sat up sharply, the pain in her heart and fear combining to drown out the pain that was surely surging up her leg from thrashing with the sprained ankle. “Clint?”” - Chapter 11, Of Dust and Ashes.
Tagging: @winterisakiller (for pretty much the same reason lol) annnnd @nonsensicalobsessions- do you write? I think you mentioned that you do… Annd… anyone else who wants to. I’m terrible at knowing who to tag lol
Thank you for tagging me, @redfoxwritesstuff . I do write, but not very well. I am taking the request literally, so it isn’t very dramatic:
“Camille was trying to get work done when she detected the sound her ears had been straining to hear for hours, Tom’s voice teasing her, ‘London calling…’”—Chapter ?? of what I guess will will be Book 2 of an as yet unnamed trilogy, or else the second book of a really, really long novel.
(Just had a FANTASTIC discussion with @theheartofpenelope about how a lot of what I am writing is necessary backstory for me, but will ultimately need to be removed…)
Tagging @gingerwritess , @sabine-leo , @odinsonsobsessed , and @ladyoftheteaandblood because I am feeling cheeky this morning
A Tom Hiddleston x OFC Matchmaker AU series by @odinsonsobsessed and @mrshiddleston-uk
Kate Rees just wants some romance in her life, but she hasn’t had the most pleasant dating history. After yet another date gone wrong, she nearly gives up until her work colleague mentions a matchmaking website she’d seen an ad for. Little does she know, the mystery man she’s been matched with is handsome, rising star, Tom Hiddleston. And that’s when things get complicated.
Rated M (18+) || Word Count: 4.5k || Warnings: Swearing, NSFW
A/N: Well you guys, it's here. The last chapter of Beautifully Complicated! We would like to say a big thank you to all of you lovely readers for getting on this crazy ride with us and all of your feedback means a lot! And as always, enjoy! ;)
You can also find us on AO3:
@odinsonsobsessed - Mischievousbellerina
@mrshiddleston-uk - Crimson_peak
Likes, Comments and Reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! Enjoy!
Series Masterlist
No fucking way.
Kate stared at the profile pulled up on her laptop's screen in disbelief. She wasn't sure if she was more shocked or confused to see his name show up as her match.
Of all the people she could be matched up with…
But wait, hadn't he moved on with Charlotte? Wasn't he in L.A. working on his new film with her? Surely he didn't have the time to date, let alone properly chat with someone being that he was eight hours behind. Kate’s leg bounced up and down nervously as she stared at the screen. Was this a dream? Would she wake up in a minute and realize this wasn’t actually real?
How could this be happening?
She quickly grabbed for her cell phone and dialed up Roxy. The second she answered the phone, she cut off her friend's greeting. "Roxy! You aren't going to believe this!"
“You’ve won the lottery and you’re gonna pay for us to go backpacking around the world for a year? Wait, no, if you’ve won the lottery we’re not slumming it, we’ll stay in five star hotels! Oh, please tell me that’s it?!”
Kate pursed her lips, though Roxy couldn't see her. "I'm serious, Rox! I signed back up on that matchmaking website, and-"
"You did? Well, good for you! I'm glad you listened to Zack and I yesterday."
"Yes, well you'll never guess who popped up on my screen as a match!"
"If you say Chris Hemsworth, then I really need to think about signing up."
"Hey!" Zack's distant voice of protest was heard in the background.
"No, it wasn't Chris Hemsworth! It was Tom! My To-... Erm my ex, Tom. Tom Hiddleston."
"What?!"
"Yeah, and Roxy, I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that you can't be matched up with the same person twice… So how in the fuck did this happen?"
The other line went silent for a moment, before Roxy began to read something. "...yeah, it says right here, 'If either party declines the match after the two weeks, they will not be matched again.'"
Kate thought about it for a moment before gasping, "I never went back on to follow up! But still, you would think that it would take them out of the mix if you'd already been matched up, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah you would, but obviously not! What are you going to do? Are you going to respond?"
"I…" Kate opened her mouth to say something, but realized she wasn't quite sure. "...don't know. I don't even know what I would say."
"Well, do you want him back?"
Kate didn't miss a beat. "Yes, you know I do. I miss him so much I can hardly stand it."
"Then bloody go get him!" Zack chimed in, his voice sounding like he had his face near Roxy's phone. "Go to his house and tell him how you feel!"
"I don't know if I…" Kate shook her head, trying to shove the paranoid thoughts of him slamming the door in her face. The thought made her sick to her stomach. "I don't even know if he would want to talk to me."
"You won't know if you don't try, Kate." Roxy urged her softly, making Kate think about it.
She began to stand, "You know what? You're right! I'm going to-" A knock on Kate's door made her whip her head in its direction in surprise. "Oh? Someone's here, I've gotta go. I'll call you back!!" Kate pressed the End Call button and set her phone down on the table, making her way over to the door. When she unlocked and opened it, she couldn't believe who was standing there.
"Kate."
"Tom…!' She widened her eyes in surprise, his name flying out of her mouth in a gasp. She couldn't believe he was there! At her doorstep! Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest and her stomach did somersaults.
There were a few beats of silence between them as they took each other in. After not having seen him for so long, Kate noted the changes in his appearance. The glow of his L.A. tan, his hair had grown a bit longer so it curled more, and he'd let his facial hair grow, rather than shave it like he had before. He looked gorgeous.
Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met and they shared a moment where neither of them said a word, but the emotion shown through was just enough. Tom took a step toward her and she could feel the intensity of his gaze that was all too familiar. He was looking at her the same way she was looking at him; with longing and so much affection that she could hardly breathe. It was then that she knew Tom wanted the same thing she did.
He reached up to take Kate's face in between his hands and her eyelids fluttered from the gentle gesture. The warmth from his skin brushing hers turned to heat as the length of his fingers settled along the back of her neck. Deep blue eyes searched hers for any kind of a sign that this wasn't okay, but Kate was made no protest. She wanted it just as bad. The desire to feel his lips on hers once more grew every second that they weren't.
"Tom…" She repeated in a whisper, urging him to lean down and give her what they both wanted. The low plea coming from her waiting mouth and the stillness of her body seemed to give him all the permission he needed to finally press his lips to hers.
Kate slid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Tom lowered his hands only to slide them around to the small of her back as he deepened their kiss. As their tongues moved in a sweet harmony that drew a soft moan from within them, Kate could think about nothing apart from Tom. There was so much needing to be said, but none of it mattered at that moment. Nothing but the passion in their kiss and the affection in their touch.
“I’m sorry...” Tom whispered into her mouth. He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm sorry, too…" Kate replied, her voice thick with emotion. "I-"
Tom kissed her again, stealing the words right out of her mouth and silencing her. "No, I should have listened to you." He pulled his head back and brushed her hair away from her face, looking deeply into her eyes with so much sincerity it made her eyes water. "I shouldn't have let you go so easily."
Tom dipped his head back down and captured her lips in a kiss more desperate this time, curling his arms back around her as if he were afraid he'd lose her all over again. But he wouldn't, he couldn't, and Kate hoped that her returning affection would convey that. She missed this, missed him, the feeling of being in his arms and how his lips molded with hers.
Before Kate knew what was happening, Tom had guided her back into her flat without breaking their kiss. He reached for the door behind her and pushed it closed, pressing her against it. The moment her back touched the door and she felt his body against hers, she snaked her arms around him. Her body lit up with anticipation of feeling him all over, his hands roaming every inch of her and making her feel as good as he used to before they had broken up.
His hands slid underneath her top, resting on her hip and back, the warmth of his skin on hers was driving her wild. She needed it, she needed him. But they had to stop.
"We… We need to talk first." As she said this, she felt him suck on her neck and she bit back a moan. "We should talk before this-" Kate gasped when he kissed the sensitive spot. "-continues."
Tom sighed and withdrew himself from her, leaning back to look at her. "You're right, we should talk first." He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the backs of her fingers before reluctantly letting go of her and gesturing towards the living room.
“Would you like a drink or anything?” Kate asked, still feeling a little nervous about everything. Just because Tom was there, it didn’t mean everything was okay, not yet. They still had so much to talk through.
Tom nodded, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
Kate gave a small chuckle. “I would actually really like a cup of tea."
Returning her laughter, Tom nodded again. “Tea sounds like a wonderful idea."
They stood smiling at each other for a few more seconds until Kate started to move towards the kitchen, “Go and make yourself comfortable, I’ll just be a minute”
She quickly ducked into the kitchen and boiled the kettle, hurrying to pop a couple of tea bags into the mugs and get the mills from the fridge. She took a few deep breaths as she poured the water into the cups, trying to calm herself down. When she entered the living room, Tom was sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking just as nervous as she felt.
Kate set the mugs down on the table and seated herself next to Tom as he turned to face her. They looked at each other and then started to talk at the same time, both immediately stopping again.
Tom laughed and ran his hands through his hair “Sorry… please, you go first.”
Where did she even start? This all still felt a little surreal. Tom was there, he was in her flat again and… God, he looked good. He always looked good.
“Look at your hair…” she mumbled, reaching out and running her hand gently through the curls. “And the beard…” A small smile formed as her hand left his hair and stroked across his cheek.
Tom lifted his hand and closed it over hers, turning into the contact and kissing her palm.
“Do you like it?” He whispered as he kissed her again.
“I do." Kate watched as Tom guided her hand from his face into his lap, linking their fingers together. The gesture warmed her heart and gave her hope that they could work things out. And if Kate wanted to make things right, she was going to have to speak, no matter how difficult it was to talk about it.
“Tom, I… I know I already said I'm sorry but really I am." She glanced back up at him, hoping he saw that she was being sincere. "I gave up on you, on us too easily and I’ve been regretting it ever since." Kate sighed. "It wasn't fair to expect you to always have time for me. I should have been more understanding. I know it must be hard for you to try and make time for everything." She paused to shrug. “I guess if I hadn’t been so overwhelmed by Charlotte and how awful she made me feel, I could have handled it a bit better. But God Tom, I felt sick every time you were with her. I know she’s your friend and it's not that I don't trust you, but she was awful to me. I tried so hard not to let it get to me but I couldn't help it.”
“I understand, darling." Tom replied, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “But Charlotte won’t be a problem anymore, I can promise you that."
“You can?” Kate questioned. She wanted to believe him but she knew what that woman was like. She knew how manipulative Charlotte could be.
“I saw an entirely different side of Charlotte while we were in L.A…. A side that I really didn’t like very much.” Tom looked into his lap to where their hands were joined, seemingly thinking about what he was going to say next as he absently stroked her knuckles gently with his thumb until eventually he spoke again. “She made some pretty horrible comments about you, and it really opened my eyes as to what kind of a person she really was. And then at the wrap party, she tried to kiss me.”
Kate stiffened. She knew it. She knew she wasn’t wrong about her. Charlotte really had been after Tom, she hadn't just imagined it.
“I told her in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t interested.” Tom added quickly. “I said some pretty terrible things to her actually. She told me she loved me and I told her I didn’t even like her.”
For only a split second did she feel any sort of sympathy - only for the fact that she wouldn't have survived a rejection like that, especially from him. But the bitch deserved it for the way she treated Kate, and as quickly as that feeling came, it left.
There was a hint of a smirk on Tom's face as he looked at her and Kate couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped as she tried to imagine the scene. She only wished he would have done it sooner, preferably while she was present. “What did she say to that?”
Tom shrugged. “Nothing. She cried and I left. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since."
Kate sniggered again, unable to hide her delight as Tom started to chuckle too. Shaking her head and regaining her composure, Kate knew there was one more question she needed to ask.
“So you and her weren’t… together?”
Tom frowned at her, “What? No. God, no. Absolutely not. Never." He shook his head to reiterate his rejection of the idea of ever being with Charlotte. Kate could feel his thumb running over her knuckles and his fingers shifting nervously against hers. Something was bothering him and she looked at him expectedly for him to speak. "Kate… now that we've talked about Charlotte, I think we should talk about Zack."
Kate froze. Why did he want to talk about Zack? Did he know? He couldn’t know… how could he? Regardless, if they were going to work things out, he deserved to know.
“It was just one kiss!" She blurted, her stomach twisting with guilt as she felt his thumb still against her skin. She refused to meet his eyes as she confessed her momentary lapse of judgement. "I was losing my mind and he was always there, being so supportive that I just…" She trailed off and shook her head, "It was stupid is what it was, I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't want him, I never wanted him." Kate finally met his gaze, praying that this wasn't going to be an issue.
“Wait, you and Zack weren’t together? Like, dating?”
Kate shook her head vigorously, “No! Of course not!”
“I thought-“ Tom stopped. He wondered if Zack had ever told Kate about their meeting in the store. He suspected probably not. For a moment he wondered if he should tell her but quickly he decided against it. After all, it didn’t really matter now and if he wanted to get back with Kate, potentially causing an argument between her and her best friend wasn’t a good move. Maybe that would be a conversation they could have another day. Right now, all that mattered was him and Kate.
“Zack’s actually dating Roxy now.” Kate added, trying to shift the focus and keep the mood from souring.
“Shit, really?”
Kate nodded, grinning, “Yeah! They seem really happy, really loved up.”
Tom smirked. “I’d never have put those two together.”
“I know. Some things were just meant to be I guess.” Kate shrugged “Love always finds a way."
They both fell quiet for a second at the mention of that word. It hung in the air between them, still unspoken.
“Do you think love has found a way with us too?” Tom whispered. This was it, he was going to tell her. He’d let her slip away once without telling her how he felt, and he was damn sure he wasn’t going to let that happen again.
Kate snapped her gaze back up to him, her lips parted in surprise.
"These last few months have been absolute hell for me and I was miserable without you. When we were matched up for a second time, I knew this was the universe giving us a second chance and I had to see you. I had to try and get you back. I don't want to spend another second without you. No one has ever made me feel the way you do, Kate…"
Her heart began to quicken its pace as Tom shuffled closer to her on the sofa, still clinging to her hand. He let out a shaky breath, and searched her eyes nervously, "I am so in love with you."
Kate reached over to place her hand on his cheek, her fingers grazing his beard before her palm settled over it. Tears pricked her eyes as she took in his words, trying to grasp onto the reality that just minutes ago Tom had shown up at her doorstep after finding out that fate was trying to thrust the two of them together once again and now he was sitting next to her on her couch, pouring out his heart to her. He still cared for her and he was trusting her with his heart all over again.
Tom’s forehead creased in concern as he saw her eyes gloss over with tears that he didn’t understand and he grasped their linked hands more firmly. “I’m sorry, I’ve said too much haven't I?”
Words caught in Kate’s throat, her speechlessness going misunderstood. “Kate, please say something?”
Mentally scolding herself, she finally choked out, “I love you too, Tom… more than anything or anyone.”
Tom’s face broke out in a smile as she continued with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry, I just… I’m so happy that I haven’t lost you that I-” She tried to explain, but she was cut off by Tom pulling her forward and bringing her lips to his.
The kiss was sweet and filled with longing as his lips lingered still, his movements unrushed, but deep. As his tongue slipped past her parted lips, she sighed and pulled her hand out of his so that she could snake her arms around his neck. She couldn't help but play with the ends of his curly hair, now obsessed with them as they brushed her fingertips.
Tom tugged her into his lap, cupping her face with one hand and sliding the other around her so that he could hold her. Kate's hands slid up deeper into his golden locks, eliciting a soft moan from him. The sound sent desire coursing through her body, a desire that hadn't been met for months and left her craving it on the daily.
"Tom…" The quiet, breathless utter of his name told him everything he needed to know. The need in her voice was quite clear to him. His hand slipped under her top, igniting a familiar fire from within her body, one that only he could put out with his loving touches and skilled movements along her body.
He inched the soft cotton upward with his wrist, his fingers gliding up her skin and leaving blazing hot trails in their wake. God, she needed him so bad but like him, she didn't want to rush this. She wanted to enjoy making love to him after being without so long.
The moment Tom discarded her shirt, he dipped his head in toward her neck and covered it with slow, deliberate kisses. The occasional suck on her skin and the caress to her breast over her bra drove her mad with desire.
Kate rocked her hips gently against his, eliciting a beautiful moan from his lips and a pulse from below her. Her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt, her longing to feel his warm skin under her fingers could be ignored no longer.
Shirt open and hands free to roam the curves of his chest and collarbone, Kate greedily took advantage. She ran her palms along his skin, still grinding against him until she herself couldn't take it anymore.
As Tom unfastened her bra, she did the same with his pants, only pausing with a gasp when his mouth touched her breasts. Her hands stilled on the buckle of his belt when his tongue ran over her nipple. She tipped her head back, closing her eyes with her lips parted, a pleased sigh escaping them as he repeated the motion.
"So beautiful…" He whispered as he pulled back to take in the sight of her on his lap, half naked and eyes hooded when she opened them. He couldn't believe Kate was in his arms again, skin smooth as silk as always and so responsive to his touch.
"Tom…" She whimpered, squirming under his gaze. Her fingers resumed their mission as she kept her eyes locked on his. "I need you."
"I know." He slid his hands underneath her and held her firmly as he stood from the couch, ceasing her attempt at removing his pants. "I need you, too."
Kate wrapped her arms around him to help hold herself up. She leant forward and kissed his neck with the occasional nip, feeling his grip on her bottom tighten as he groaned. Tom barely made it to her room, placing her down on the bed quickly so he could rid himself of the pesky clothing that got in the way.
After peeling out of her jeans and panties, Kate propped herself up on her elbows to watch him finish undressing with awe. She marveled at his physique as if it were the first time, admiring his lean yet muscular body. He was the most breathtaking human being she'd ever seen and she realized for the hundredth time that she had been crazy to let him go. But she wouldn't make that mistake again. Kate would hold onto him as tight as she could from this day forward.
She reached for him and he eagerly locked fingers with her as he knelt down on the bed, moving to hover over this irresistible woman he could once again call his. Her look of anticipation nearly made him groan and give in to the sudden urge to take her right then and there. But he had other plans. Plans to draw out their afternoon, well into the evening until they were hungry for food. Then after their bellies were sated, he'd take her back to bed and sate her appetite once more.
Tom leant down and began to kiss her; her mouth, her neck, gradually working his way down until he covered damn near every inch of her body. Then when he settled between her thighs, he devoured her slowly; kissing, licking and sucking on her until she was begging him for release.
With one last skillful curl of his finger and a flick of his tongue, her hands fisted the sheets and she cried out. His ministrations slowed and he lifted himself from between her legs, his beard glistening with her juices.
Tom scrubbed a hand over his mouth with a smirk before making the short crawl up her body. He stroked the hair away from her face and placed a kiss to her temple, then to her lips.
His erection grazed her stomach, throbbing and begging for attention. Kate wasted no time in flipping them over and straddling him. She moved her hips to slide her wet folds along his cock in a teasing motion.
Tom closed his eyes and a deep, needy moan rumbled in his chest. "God, Kate, you're going to be the death of me." He watched her lips twitch into a smirk and he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside her now. With a steady grip to her hips and one long, deep thrust, Tom sheathed himself inside of her and Kate dug her fingers into his shoulders with a gasp.
"Oh fuck..." She gave herself a moment to adjust before rolling her hips. Her slow, leisurely pace didn't last long. It was doomed from the start, they needed each other too much.
Tom's grip on her bottom was bruising, guiding her along his shaft desperately. His cock throbbed inside of her as he watched Kate's breasts bounce, her nipples stiff and tantalizing. Unable to resist, he tugged her down to take one into his mouth, licking and sucking as he drew moan after moan from her parted lips.
"Oh God, Tom…" She whimpered, arching into the warmth of his mouth. She pulled his hands from her hips and pinned them to the bed, sliding her fingers between his and covering his mouth with hers when he lifted his face from her chest.
She swallowed his I love you's and muffled groans as she snapped her hips back and forth, chasing the tension that was building inside of her. Kate suddenly felt her world tip and Tom had her on her back, thrusting back into her without missing a beat.
They toppled over the edge together, sweet bliss consuming them as their foreheads touched and their ragged breaths slowed. Once Tom had his mind clear enough to move, he withdrew himself from her and laid down next to her, gathering her in his arms and pressing loving kisses to her forehead.
This was it. Heaven. All was right in the world, Kate was back in his arms once more and he'd never been happier. When she pulled away to smile up at him, he returned the expression as his fingers drew soft circles on her back.
“I love you.” Kate whispered.
“I love you too.” he replied as again she reached up and stroked her hand across the rough hair on his cheek.
“You’re obsessed with my beard.”
Kate met his eyes, “I’m obsessed with you.”
She squealed as Tom lunged towards her, pushing her into her back and attacked her neck. “Don’t ever stop being obsessed with me.” He mumbled in between kisses.
“I won’t." She breathed as Tom gently nibbled at her collarbone, “Tom?”
He hummed in reply and propped himself up on his elbow to look down at her as she lay underneath him.
“We’ll be okay this time, won’t we…” It wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement. They both knew after the last few months that they couldn’t live without each other and anything life tried to test them with, they would face together. They would talk things through and never hold back. Everything was different now… everything was better.
"I mean, we can be pretty complicated sometimes…" Kate added thoughtfully.
A small rumble of laughter vibrated within his chest. "I won't disagree with that. But darling…" He smiled at her, reaching out to gently push her hair off of her face, “I'd like to think that we’re beautifully complicated."
i’m sorry to bother you but i was just reading ‘what the heart wants’ and (i’m sorry if you already answered this) are you going to finish it? it’s really good and jealous loki is my favourite, it so good!
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