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

Work Days

A few weeks later

"y/n! New deliveries in!"

You sigh, downing the last of your coffee and toss the cup in the bin, narrowly missing the edge of it and make your way towards the direction of the voice, knowing it belonged to Marie, the woman who had effectively taken you under her wing on the set. You zip your bottle green puffer jacket to battle the shiver that was trying to sneak up your back due to the major lack of sleep you'd been suffering the last few days. With the early mornings and long days paired with the jet lag from having to move from London to Georgia for filming, the hours that you slept seemed to pass quicker than those you were awake.

"What now?" you ask, trying to remain your usual self and not give in to the sleep deprivation 

"Looks like liquid latex bottles, I'll go tell the others" she tells you, handing you a cardboard box that had been ripped open to reveal a load of bottles containing the weird looking fluid. You watch her march off towards the rest of the group who were also trying to wake up, all nursing their coffees. On second thought, it seemed that she had taken everyone under her wing, mothering anyone she lay her eyes on.  

You take the box back to the trailer you'd be spending the next few months in, nudging the door open to pop it down. 

"New deliveries?" a deep voice asked from behind you, making you spin on your heel

"Hiya Ewan" you greet with a smile "they're just round there, Marie just went to get you guys to tell you" you inform him, pointing to where the package had been delivered. The pair of you hear Marie's lilty-tone telling the other make-up artists about the new delivery. "As if on cue" you remark, grinning and gesturing towards where her voice had come from like you'd expected the perfect timing. Ewan snorts at this and shakes his head, laughing at your comment

"You crack me up y'know that?" he asks through his laughing "I'll catch you later OK?" he tells you, backing out of your trailer to get his own latex. 

He's a bit of an odd one  you think to yourself as you begin to put the bottles into a drawer attached to your dressing table. 

An hour or two pass with you helping out where needed as your workload ended up being a bit lighter today so far. Marie spent a lot of time recounting stories from other films she had worked on, she seemed to have been in the profession for a while but at a glance you wouldn't know it as she didn't look any older than 35. Nevertheless she was in her mid-forties, her eyes being the only give-away; laden with kindness that you had a hunch was gained through years of dealing with some awful shit, but she'd never let on. It was turning out to be a reasonable quiet day for everyone but there was a last minute change in terms of what scene was going to be filmed next, there was apparently some mix up, you didn't hear much, all you knew was that it was suddenly all systems go. You jump into your trailer and start clearing some space on the dressing table to get things ready. 

"Morning" a woman's voice calls out, already entering "You look like you're in a bit of a flap" she remarks, watching you clear things away with a sweep of your arm and grab at different bottles, brushes, palettes and various other items and tools. 

"Yeah just a bit" you agree "why aren't you?" you ask, barely taking a second to note her calm manner

"There was a slight mix-up, it's not the end of the world" she reassures you, taking a seat at the vanity mirror. "Now, work your magic and make me a goddess of the death variant." 

"Right away Ms Blanchett" you tease "would madam like some tea?"

"Madam would love some tea!" she exclaims, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of hot leaf-water.