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

Chapter 13

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is March 11, 2021. The reason you guys are getting pelted with updates is because I discontinued my other story, Pirate Princess, for the same reason I discontinued Make Sure You Bow (my old Timothee Chalamet x Reader AU). I just had no clue where to go with the storyline. Great buildup, but nothing in between.

Saturday Morning

Y/n gets up at 9:00am to prepare for Anna's waking up at around 10:00. There's a surprise to plan. Y/n turns on Disney+ and accesses the Marvel page. She begins baking chocolate chip-pancakes, one of Anna's favorite breakfast foods, and grabs some chocolate syrup to spell out a message.

She flips the pancakes and begins brewing tea for the two of them. The pancakes are now crisped to a fluffy golden-brown, and Y/n places them on the plate and begins spelling out her message with the syrup. "Start Packing..." it says.

Right on time, Anna walks out of her bedroom, mumbling a gruff good morning. Y/n and her were up really late while Y/n retold the date. Her eyes suspiciously widen at the Disney+ and sent of pancakes wafting.

Also maybe the fact that Y/n is standing behind a chair with a huge grin on her face is weird too.

"Ok..." Anna mutters, sitting down. She looks down at the pancakes, then back up at Y/n. "'Start packing'? What does that mean?"

Y/n sits down. "It means that you need to start packing for our trip to the set of WandaVision, Spiderman, Doctor Strange, and Falcon and the Winter Soldier," she says, barely containing her mad giggles at the end.

Anna stands up rapidly, slamming her hands down on the table. "WHAT?! OH MY GOD!!"

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6:00 Am on the morning of the flight to California

Anna's head lolls onto her shoulder as she falls back asleep. Y/n slaps her across the face abruptly. "OW!" Anna exclaims, rubbing her red cheek.

"WAKE UP!" Y/n yells, shaking her finger at her. "The team is here with the van; we're heading to the airport now."

Anna stands up, shaking the sleepiness off and the girls grab their suitcases, locking up their apartment for the two weeks they'll be gone. Exiting the building, they see a sprinter van with the entire cast (which is really small, mind you) piled inside. They all wave and smile sleepily. Tom is standing beside it. He grabs the girls suitcase's and tosses them into the trunk. 

Y/n hugs him tightly and tilts her head up, kissing him hello. Everyone piles into the van and the driver pulls out to head to the airport. Everyone is desperately trying to get warm in the cool March air. It doesn't take that long to get there and check in.

A few people come up and ask for pictures, but they make it through the gates pretty easily. They all sit in the loading terminal in a straight line of rows overlooking the dewy runways. Y/n sits between Anna and Tom. Anna leans her head on Y/n's shoulder and Y/n leans her head on Tom's shoulder. Tom in return, leans his head on Owen. Kate jumps in front of them and snaps a picture, snickering to herself.

Everyone is too tired to care, but soon enough, the plane begins boarding. Everyone crowds in and Y/n searches for her seat, but is confused when Tom keeps moving. "Where are we going?" She asks.

"Business class," he responds, pulling back a curtain to reveal a very luxurious section of the plane. Fancy white leather seats are spread throughout the section, but all in their own little cubby sections, some conjoined and other seperate. Y/n's jaw drops and Tom's fingers reach up, pushing it back into place. "Nice, isn't it?" He says.

Tom guides Anna and Y/n to a center cubby, with 3 chairs. Y/n sits in the middle so she can e with her best friend and her boyfriend (couldn't you just die?!). They strap themselves in and get comfortable. Owen stands up and snaps a pic of the crew.

"I'm going back to sleep," Anna mumbles, grabbing an eye mask and turning on her side, wrapping herself in her fuzzy Sherlock blanket. Y/n laughs a little and grabs coffee for Tom and her.

The plane launches off the runway and she turns to him. "What movie do you want to watch?"

"Can we watch Jungle Book?" He asks, using his best puppy eyes. She giggles and rolls her eyes.

"Yes, you don't have to guilt me," Y/n groans. She opens the movie on the airline's administered tablet and sets it on the tray, throwing a blanket over them and curling up next to him as best she can in their two seperate seats. "Only 6 more hours," she mutters.