It's All A Bit Risky||Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Chapter 8

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is March 5th, 2021. I thought my relationship with my mom was getting better, but I really just feel that no matter what I do, there'll always be something between us. It really sucks. NO WANDAVISION SPOILERS!! I haven't seen it yet.

"Bye everyone!" Y/n calls out, waving goodbye to the team. Her and Tom walk out, smiling to themselves. They came in at 11:00 am, and after 6 1/2 hours the sun has just begun to dip in the sky at 5:30 pm.

"Was that so bad?" Tom asks.

She rolls her eyes. "No. But you can hardly blame me for being nervous. Now I'm just curious how everything else is going to play out with the schedule."

"Well, I gather we'll actually begin filming in 1-2 months, but these first few weeks will be fitness training and rehersals," Tom responds.

Y/n pales as she climbs into the Jaguar. "Fitness training?"

"Darling, as beautiful as you may be, we all have to train. It's Marvel, for Pete's sake! There's vigorous stunt work and aerobic excersises," Tom chuckles.

She groans. "And here I was thinking that Anna and I could still veg out on the couch together."

"Well, Anna can. But you can't." Y/n glares at him and swats his head. "Hey! Don't hit the driver!"

"So do I need to go to a gym or is there something specific at Pinewood that I can go to?" Y/n asks.

"You can train with me," Tom says. Y/n peers at him. "Yeah, I have a workout space in my house. It'll save you money, and it'll be more fun."

"...Ok. Yeah, that sounds like fun. When do we start?" She asks.

"It's too late now, but we can start tomorrow. Does 7:00 am work for you?" Tom asks, pulling up at the apartment. Y/n stares at him and starts laughing.

"7:00? That's funny," she snickers. He looks at her, his face showing amusment, but honesty. "You're...you're not kidding, are you?"

"No. We can do 8:00 instead, but we'll be cutting it close to call time. Besides," he leans in and gets dangerously close to Y/n. "You'll have to have the very thing that scares you. A schedule."

Y/n mock-wails. "Oh, dear! Whatever will I do?! A schedule?! I may not survive!" Tom laughs and unlocks the car. She hesitates before getting out.

"What is it, darling?" He asks.

"Do you want to have dinner with Anna and I?" Y/n offers hopefully. "I think that we'll just do pizza tonight. We can rent a movie. We haven't seen Birds of Prey yet."

Tom blushes and he looks down into his lap, smiling softly, the dimples in his cheeks creasing. "Yes. Yes, I'd love to."

Y/n smiles brightly and gets out. "Let's go then." She offers him her arm and they climb up the stairs to her room. She unlocks the door and looks around the living room. "Anna? I'm home! Tom's gonna stay for dinner. Is that okay?"

The lights in the living room are off and Anna's door is closed. A paused frame centered on Sebastian Stan's face lingers on the t.v screen. Y/n sighs. "Where is she?" Tom asks.

"She's having a seance. Follow me, but block your face. When she's startled, she throws things," Y/n explains with a devious grin on her face. She opens the door to Anna's room abruptly. "ANNAWHATAREYOUDOING!" She says quickly.

Anna screams her head off and chucks a black Converse at Tom and Y/n. Tom ducks and the shoe goes flying over his head. Anna clutches her heart, panting hard. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" She shrieks.