#hiddler

[iwillalwaysforget]

Who needs porn when u have gifs like these :')

[putupwiththefuckingrain]

the other day my best friend showed me a picture, but only the top of the forehead and half of the eyebrow. She asked me to guess who it was, and I instantly knew it was Tom Hiddleston. You should have seen how fucking smug I was when I was right.

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Surprise! (Tom Hiddleston)

You hear the click of your front door and smile to yourself. 'God, it's freezing out there' Tom shudders and he enters the living room of your apartment brushing late december snow from his coat. You stand from your position on the sofa and walk towards him. 'I can warm you up' you say, running your hands down his coat sleeves before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly. 'Oh can you now?' Tom says jokingly into your lips. He squeezes you tight before letting go of you and removing his coat, putting it over the back of one of the chairs at the table, which is laid for dinner. 'So did you get it?' you ask, and he grins. 'Yes, one second' he says, walking to his coat and reaching into the pocket. You had been cooking dinner when you realised that you didn't have the spice you needed, so Tom had ran (literally) to the shop just down the end of your road to get it. You walk into the kitchen, checking the pan on the stove. 'Here you are' he places the spice on the side and leans against the counter. You continue to cook, planning what your going to say when the time comes to tell him. Realising he is just looking at you, you ask 'How was filming this morning? I didn't like waking up without you in bed' I say, smiling. 'I didn't like leaving you in bed, did I wake you?' he asks, 'No'. 'Good, yes it was okay love...we got the scene we needed to film done!' he grins. 'Thats good, okay it's ready.' You plate up, and place the plates on the table before sitting down. You eat, and when you have both finished Tom takes the plates into the kitchen. When he's not in the room, you take a deep breath and wait for him to come back in. When he's sitting opposite you, you begin to talk. 'So today, something happened.' you say, and Tom nods at you, waiting for you to continue. 'I felt kind of sick when I woke up, and when Lucy rung I told her. She suggested I go to the chemist and get some sickness tablets, and when I was there I saw...something and thought I would try it and see what happened.' you say, and Tom replies 'Right..' looking a little confused. You continue, 'So I bought it, and came home and used it. And the outcome was better than I expected.' 'Kel, where is this going?' Tom smiles, confusion in his eyes. 'Well' you say, leaving the table and crouching down next to his chair so that you are very close to his face. 'Your going to be a dad.' you finish and smile at toms eyes widening. 'Your pregnant?' he whispers back, and you nod. 'OH MY GOD!' he shouts, jumping up and lifting you up in his arms. He spins you round, and places your feet back on the floor. 'Finally' he grins, and you punch him lightly in the arm. He places one hand on your stomach, and looks at you in the eyes. 'This is perfect darling' he says, tears gracing his eyes. You push your hands into his hair and pull his head close to yours. 'We're gunna be a family' you whisper in his ear, before he urgently brings his lips to yours.

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Lucky Girl. (Tom Hiddleston)

The sound of the phone jolts me from the small daze I was in. I shift uncomfortably on the sofa, reaching across to the small table next to me to grab my phone. 'Hello?' I answer, my voice breaking slightly. 'Whats wrong darling?' Toms voice fills my ear, obviously concerned by the sound of my damaged throat. 'Im just ill Tom, I'm fine' I answer, coughing. 'Oh baby. Okay, get some rest and I'll call you later.' he replies. 'I will, speak later.' I croak back. 'I love you.' he says, and a smile creeps onto my exhausted face. 'I love you too'. I place my phone back on the table, force myself to take a sip of water and lay my head back onto a cushion, closing my eyes.

A few hours later, I am faintly aware of the doorbell ringing. I prise my eyes open, and stand slowly. I wrap the checked blanket that was over me around my shoulders and make my way, slowly, to the door. I open it a crack, peeking through. Toms face smiles at me, and I open the door wider. As he takes in my full appearance his smile drops. 'Oh sweetheart, come here' he says, dropping the things he was carrying onto my floor and stepping in, kicking the door shut behind him. He pulls me into his chest, and I sigh in relief that someone was here. Suddenly his arms are lifting me from the floor, and he carries me into my bedroom. He lays me onto the bed, and pulls the duvet up around me. As he leans up to walk away I grab his hand, and he looks down at me. 'I'll be back in minute love' he whispers and walks from the room. A few minutes later he returns, carrying the items he had bought with him. In one hand was a vase, filled with beautiful flowers, and in the other was a pile of DVDs, a cup of soup and a box of chocolates. He places the vase on my dressing table, and the soup and chocolates on my bedside table. He piles the DVDs on the bed and bends down to remove his shoes. He catches my eyes, smiles, and removes the jumper he's wearing - leaving only his T-shirt and jeans. He climbs into the bed next to me, and pulls me towards him. I lean my head against his chest, as he runs his fingers through my hair. 'Don't you have filming today?' I ask, and he giggles. 'I did have, not any more; that can wait. Your more important. Now, what first; *Bridget Jones Diary* or *The Holiday*?' I grin into his T-shirt, knowing that he hates my two favourite chick flicks, but would almost definitely sit through them with me. 'Oh *Bridget Jones Diary*, you gotta love a bit of Hugh Grant' I reply, and inwardly smile as he laughs - wondering how I got so lucky with this guy.

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Three, Two, One, KISS! (Tom Hiddleston)

The look in Lucy's eyes answered my question before I even ask it. 'He's here isnt he.' I say quietly, turning my face to the floor. 'Kel, Im sorry! What could I do? He is one of Harry's oldest friends, he had to be here!' she pleads. I shouldn't be annoyed. Harry, Lucy's husband, had known Tom for years. He introduced me to Tom last year, and when we broke up after a few months the couple were there the whole way. What did I expect? Of course Tom was going to be there, and I would just have to get over it; and enjoy the night. 'Look' Lucy said, as if reading my mind, 'Its New Years Eve! We only have like 45 minutes till midnight. Just try to act normal and have fun! I need to go and say hey to people, but come and find me if you need me. Talk to people, Kel, see what happens!' she smiles and turns away. I gulp down a mouthful of the glass of wine in my hand and look around the room. In the corner, I see Harry talking to a group of men; laughing. He looks up and waves at me, and I grin and wiggle my fingers back. Sensing his movement, one of his friends glances up and over to me. My breath catches in my throat as our eyes lock. He remembers everything, I know it. 

He says something to Harry, and starts to weave his way through the crowds of people towards me. I try to steady my breathing so that he doesn't realise the effect he still has on me. We had only broken up because we were both so busy, me starting my new job at the school and him with his acting - but I wondered if he remembered that. Suddenly, he is right in front of me. 'Hey' his silky voice said, sending shivers down my spine as it always had. 'Hi' I smile, taking in his appearance  He looks gorgeous in a grey suit, with a white shirt. He had grown his beard again, but it suited him; he looked good. I register his eyes raking over my body; taking in what he see's. The tight black dress I had chosen for tonight shows off my curves, and pairs perfectly with the bright red heels I have on. The shoes match the colour of my lipstick exactly, and my long blonde curls are pulled into a loose bun on my head; with wisps hanging down around my face, framing it.  His eyes eventually reach mine, and I blush a little. How could he be still making me feel like this, after all these months of not seeing him? 'How are you? You look beautiful' he asks quietly. 'Im good, how are you? And thank you, you dont look to bad your-self' I smile, and we continue to talk. After a while, Tom says 'Congratulations on your promotion by the way, Harry told me about it. You always wanted to be Head of Year didnt you?' he grins, and Im surprised. He remembered my dream, and at the thought I feel butterflies line my stomach. 'Thank you, and yes I did! I cant believe I achieved it, but I did' I reply. Across the room I catch Lucy's eye and she raises her eyebrows at me. I smile and turn my attention back to Tom. 'But really, the congratulations should be to you. You have achieved so much Tom..well done!' I compliment him, and think I see a slight blush cross his cheeks. 'Thank you' he says, and after a slight pause continues, 'Kel, I really want to-' he starts to say, until he is interrupted by a loud noise.

'TEN, NINE, EIGHT-'

People start to count down as we both realise that it is nearly midnight and nearly the end of the year. Tom places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me so we can just about to see the massive television that was showing the countdown on 'Big Ben'.

'SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE-'

'HAPPY NEW YEAR' is all that can be heard in the room, and all around us couples kiss and raise their glasses to each other. Tom's hand that was placed on my back slides around my waist and he turns me towards him. 'Happy New Year Kel' he whispers, his face very close to mine. 'Happy New Year Tom' I breath back, my voice barely above a whisper. Our lips press together, and I feel a smile play on my lips as Tom takes a sharp breath. I push my arms up around to his neck, and tangle my fingers in his hair. We break apart, both a little breathless. I lean my head against his chest, feeling his heart beating fast beneath his shirt. 'Can we have another go Kel? At us?' he says in a hushed voice. I look up at his smiling face, and feel my heart lift. 'I think we could do that, in fact, I would like that quite a lot' I grin, and he pushes a small kiss to my forehead and pulls me into a tight hug.

I don't know what that new year will bring, but I can only hope that every moment would include Mr. Tom Hiddleston.

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Warm You Up. (Tom Hiddleston)

'Tom, where are we going?' I asked, one hand out in front of me and one intertwined with Tom's. Just before we left his apartment in central London about an hour ago, he had blindfolded me. 'We are literally there, just give me five more minutes.' his gorgeous voice replied, sending shivers down my spine. He clasped my hand tighter as we entered a door, and stood still. 'Ok, your in a lift love...so don't panic when it moves!' he laughed, as the lift jolted to life. I stumbled slightly, only to find Tom's arm wrap around my waist to steady me. He didn't let go, and as the lift stopped he lead me through a door. As we stepped into what I presumed was outside, a cold blast of air hit me; making me shiver. 'Hey, you okay?' Tom asked, standing in front of me and running his warm hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm me up. 'Yes, I'm fine! Can I take the blindfold of yet?' I ask, just wanting to know where I was. 'Well,' he said, leading me to a spot he was happy with, 'Sit.' I did as commanded and found myself sitting on a cold bench. 'Right, two seconds' Tom said quietly. I could sense him moving around, until his body stopped a little in front of me. 'Okay, now!' he said excitedly. I clawed at the blindfold, curious as to where he had brought me. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I found myself looking at Tom. He had a big checked blanket in one hand, and on a small ledge next to him was a flask with two cups of steaming soup next to it. 'What-' I started to ask, when suddenly he stepped to the side. Just behind him, the floor stopped - revealing the most beautiful view of London that I had ever seen. We were on a roof somewhere, and the whole of London stretched out beyond us. I could see Big Ben and the London lit up in the darkness in one direction, and in the other I could see tiny twinkling lights go on for miles. My mouth opened, but no words came out. This was beautiful, and certainly wasn't what I had expected. Tom stepped back into my eye-line, and smiled his gorgeous smile. He walked towards me, settling the blanket over my shoulders and turning to pick up the cups of soup. 'Here' he handed me both the cups, and sat down next to me. He pulled half of the blanket over his own shoulders, so that we were huddled together, arms touching - keeping warm. He took his cup from my hands, and took a sip, glancing at me. He laughed when he saw the look on my face - pure bewilderment. He lifted one hand and pushed a finger against me chin, closing my mouth. 'You look like a fish' he giggled. 'This is amazing' I reply, deciding to ignore his teasing. 'Oh it was nothing, just something I have always wanted to do.' he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, 'Sitting on a roof-top, a cup of hot soup, with my girl, listening to the night.' he sighed, and placed a kiss on the top of my head. We sat in silence for a while, sipping soup. My head was resting on his shoulder, and I could feel his steady breathing. When the cups were empty he placed them on the floor next to him, and turned his head towards me. I shifted my body to get a better view of him, carelessly throwing my legs over his so that I was fully facing him. I leant in so my forehead was resting on his and look into his eyes. 'Thank you, this is perfect' I whisper, not needing my voice to be any louder as we were so close. 'Your perfect' he replied, pushing his lips to mine lightly. This wasn't good for me, I needed more. My hands found my way his to hair, and I pulled him closer. I kissed him harder, passion running through my veins. He responded quickly, his hands pushing my hair from my face. We kissed for a while, before I pulled away for breath. As I did so, I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. He lets out a small moan from the break of contact, and I grin smugly knowing I'm the only one that can do that to him. I turn my head back to the skyline, and he leans his head against mine. 'How did I get so lucky with you, eh?' he whispers. 'I love you' I smile into the darkness, and he gulps. 'I love you more' he says, taking my hands and squeezing them. 

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Airport Antics. (Tom Hiddleston)

You pull the beanie hat lower down your face, hoping to God that nobody talks to you. All you want to do is see him, but as soon as he walks through those doors things would be crazy. You risk a look around the crowed arrivals wing of the airport. There are so many people here, most of the reporters, waiting to see Tom. If they saw you they would know who you are, considering you had been ‘papped’ when out with Tom several times. You glance at the arrival board, and feel your heart pick up when you see that Tom’s plane has just landed - not long now. 

You continue to wait, until one of the photographers realises that the plane Tom was riding had landed, which he signalled to everyone else. People from all corners rushed towards the barriers, crushing you from your spot next to them. People start to file out of the doors, lugging suitcases behind them, grinning at people and greeting friends and family with hugs. You smile, and although you know this is going to be mental, you know it will be worth it because at the end of it all; you would be back in Tom’s arms. You train your eyes on the door, looking for the baseball cap that would be your signal. Tom and you had decided on the phone last night that he would wear the baseball cap and you the beanie, so that the other knew straight away that they were there. You had missed him so much, he had been gone for over a month now; promoting the new film he was in. 

Suddenly, you catch a glimpse of a cap and your heart picks up speed. There he is, walking through the doors, his lean frame easily pulling a suitcase behind him. From under his cap, you can see his eyes searching for you, but before they seek what they are looking for you start to run. Your not sure whether this is a bad idea or not, as it will certainly attract a lot of attention to Tom, but you cant seem to control what your body wants to do right now. You duck under the barrier, and race towards Tom. He see’s you, and automatically drops the handle of the case he was pulling. As you reach him he lifts you up in his arms, spinning you around. You wrap your legs around his waist, whilst simultaneously pull the cap up so that you can see his beautiful face. He shakes his head so that it falls to the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head towards yours before you place your lips on his. He returns your embrace instantly, running his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter. You grant it, parting your lips slowly, and as his tongue wrestles yours you hear the sound of shouting and feel the flash of cameras on you. He pulls away, and as he does so you whisper into his lips ‘I love you, and Im sorry.’. You feel his smile on your lips as he replies ‘I love you too, and what for?’. ‘For causing so much attention.’ you grin, and he chuckles slightly, placing you back on the ground and leaning into your hair. ‘It was gunna happen anyway. Come on, lets go home. I missed you so much.’ he says. You wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug, before he pulls away, smiling at you and looking up towards the cameras. He smiles, raises a hand as a greeting. Before he walks towards the exit of the airport, he takes your hand, and pulls you with him. 

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my granny is now a Hiddleston fan after seeing The Hollow Crown