A Stroll in the Park (Tom Hiddleston X Fem Reader)

Emotions

This chapter jumps around a bit in terms of time settings just as an FYI :)

Filming has been nearing an end recently, the days becoming shorter as the to-do lists get ticked off quicker. You keep pretending that it's not, that this will never end because as much as the mornings were early, the days were long and gruelling and you were forced to hide your relationship, the people were nice. The atmosphere of working with these people was amazing, it was brilliant to be so close to the set of the films you had adored for so long and see so much so early in the process. It had all in all been arguably the best thing you'd been involved with ever. Still, all good things must come to an end. 

"So, it's my responsibility to host the end-of-filming party" Tom informs you while pouring you both some tea. "Do you want to help?"

You try not to look too over-excited but jump on the opportunity. This was likely to be bigger than the normal parties you attended back home as they usually consisted of you and a few friends getting completely rat-arsed. 

"I'd love to! What did you have in mind so far?"

"Not a lot yet, I could really do with some help for music though" he admits, pulling out an A4 notepad that had the heading "Wrap party" scrawled at the top with nothing under it. There were a few doodles around the page giving evidence of him losing focus. His handwriting always fascinated you, it wasn't particularly unique but it certainly wasn't as neat or delicate as you would have imagined it to be. You smile at his brow furrowing instantly at the site of the paper, his thinking almost loud enough to hear. 

"Well why don't we look at our own playlists? It's easier to find the songs you want when they're listed rather than being expected to pull names out of thin air" you suggest already picking your phone up to start scrolling through. "I'll write some I think are good down, you do the same and then we'll compare. How does that sound?"

Tom smiles at you and follows, picking up his own phone to scroll through his music. "Why did it seem so much simpler when you said it?" he wonders, pulling the pad closer to him to start writing. 

The pair of you sit in silence for a while, the stillness only broken by occasional clips of songs played either by an accidental click or a test to see if the song meets the criteria. The evening is spent comparing and contrasting various ideas, the focus shifting from music to food to dress code and more. Your eyes start to go fuzzy at the amount of things you'd read and written in the hour or two you'd been sitting together, your teas long since cold. 

"y/n, I think we've done more than enough for tonight" he tells you through a yawn, standing up to stretch his back from being hunched over for as long. 

"I know but I think I've got a good idea" you mumble back, scribbling something vaguely legible down in fear of losing your train of thought through the sentence. 

Tom takes the pen from your hand and sets it down away from you, forcing you to look up at him. He picks his phone back up and starts navigating his way through the apps with a smirk on his face. You want to ask what he's doing but decide to wait, knowing you'll find out soon enough. He extends his free hand down to you, waiting for you to take it, his face still glued to the screen. 

"Tom what's going on?" you finally ask while placing your hand in his, using it to help yourself up from the sofa. You study his face, looking for any indications for  what he was hiding. You wrap you arms around his middle and plant gentle kisses along his jaw, stretching your body to reach up to him. 

He doesn't answer or react and instead places his phone back down with a grin that he was desperately trying to fight back. He reaches round his back to take a hold of your right hand and places his other on your hip, holding your hand up at shoulder level. You find yourself starting to smile too and slide your other hand round from his back up to rest on his shoulder. He starts to sway the pair of you when the music he had clearly been searching for finally starts. "God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys swirls around the room, bouncing off of the walls to echo back around the pair of you stood together, making your heart swell. The amount of times you had dubbed this song the greatest love song of all time was uncountable.