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86. Tom Hiddleston | Ocean Eyes

By : just-the-hiddles | Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: You have been spying a guy in the coffee shop. Fate should bring you together. Little to you realize the guy with the ocean eyes is the one and only Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: cursing, implied smut, cheesiness, misuse of Dickens to get a date (come on Tom, you can flirt better than that!)

Word Count: 2227

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7:30 every morning on the dot. Every morning, those dangerously blue eyes come in, order a large coffee and pastry before settling into a small table in the corner. He would leisurely sip the coffee while pulling apart the pastry with his fingers. He would lick the tips of fingers, capturing every crumb.

You spied at him over the top of your laptop. His ginger curls tucked under a ball cap. His workout clothes are high quality but well worn. But most of all, you remember those brilliant blue eyes.

"Pardon me, is this seat taken?" a voice asked you one morning. You pushed your glasses back up on the bridge of your nose to see those eyes you dream about staring at you.

"Huh?" you mumbled, your brain deciding words were not important.

A kind smile spread across his face, the skin crinkling around his eyes in a way that made your stomach flip. "The seat?" he gestured to the chair in front of you. "Is it taken?"

"No!" you responded a bit too eager, earning you a small chuckle from the man. You cleared your throat. "No. Please go right ahead."

"Thank you. I have never seen this place so crowded." He commented as he unwrapped his sweet pastry.

You glanced around to see the usually quiet coffee shop bustling with activity.

"Hmm. Weird." You chewed on your lip as the man popped his thumb into his mouth. Your mind wandered to other places you wanted that mouth to be.

"Excuse my manners," he wiped his hand on a napkin. "The name's Tom." He extended his hand which you shook as you introduced yourself.

You returned your attention to your screen, not wanting to disturb Tom's schedule.

He tipped his head to spy on your screen. "If you don't mind me asking, what is this masterpiece you are writing?"

You glanced up to see Tom smiling in anticipation. You laughed at his expression.

"My thesis for my degree."

"Which is?"

"English literature."

His blue eyes sparkled at your words.

"I graduated from Cambridge in Classics. What's the topic?" He leaned in close, scooting his chair around the table to sit next to you. His leg pressed against yours.

"Dickens." you choked out.

"I adore Dickens. I happen to have read quite a bit of his through my work."

You narrowed your eyes. "What exactly is your work?"

"I'm an actor. So... Dickens?"

"Yeah. The title is "You Can Be Useful to Us in a Hundred Different Ways": A Study of Stage and Screen Adaptations of Dickens's Nicholas Nickleby."

Tom slapped his leg. "This is fate. I was in a production of Nicholas Nickleby."

"What company?"

"BBC One." Tom's head dropped to his chest.