Behind the scenes (Tom Hiddleston x reader)

From friends to more?

Amid the sound of clapping boards and the crew's hustle and bustle, my heart raced as I slowly approached Tom, who was getting ready for the next scene. Our eyes met for a split second, and a small smile played on his lips.

"Hello there," he greeted me, looking at me with the same smile I saw the last time after we had to kiss.

"Hi, Tom," Izzy replied blushing, trying to keep her voice steady as I looked up into his baby blue eyes.

"Delightful to meet you here, Izzy," Tom said, and his eyes seemed to linger just a moment longer. There was something about his gaze, an intensity that I didn't expected.

During a break between the next scenes, Tom and I found ourselves alone in a quiet corner of the set. We began talking a bit more about the film, the characters, and our shared love for acting. Tom, always the gentleman, couldn't help but compliment my dedication and knowledge about the industry we loved so much.

It was clear that me both shared a deep passion for our craft, and our conversation flowed effortlessly. We chatted so long that we both didn't noticed that the director called a few times for him to finally come over, so they could start shooting. We both giggled, he excused himself and went into the location. Since I didn't had nothing to do anymore I decided to watch.

After the shooting of his scenes was done we continued our previous conversation. We talked for the rest of the day, sharing stories, laughs, and secrets. We had a special connection that was undeniable, and by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, it felt like old friends again.

As the day drew to a close, we both left the set. Tom took a deep breath and finally worked up the courage to ask, "Izzy, would you like to go out with me? As friends, of course."

I smiled and agreed. "I'd love that, Tom."

On our first date, as friends of course, he was as charming as he always was towards me. We walked into a cozy coffee shop, sipping on lattes and sharing stories from their childhood. I told Tom about the time where I had played a small role in a school play, long before I considered a career in the film industry, after my previous experience there.

Tom was enthralled by my funny tales and shared his own memories of growing up in the UK. He spoke of his early days in the industry and the excitement of being cast as Loki. As the hours passed, our connection deepened and got more intense. So after a few more hour we found ourselves sharing stories, laughter, and secrets.

Our eyes locked in a moment of vulnerability. Tom hesitated, and then he said nervously, "Izzy, there's something I need to tell you."

I slowly leaned in, my curiosity piqued. "What is it, Tom?"

With a soft smile on his pink lips, he admitted, "I can't stop thinking about that kiss earlier, and I can't ignore how I feel when I'm with you. I've developed feelings for you, Izzy."

My breath hitched and my heart raced. I know that I feel the same way, but I have been way too afraid to admit it. "Tom, I can't deny that I feel the same. I've never met anyone like you."

In a daring move, Tom closed the remaining distance, and our lips met in a gentle, electrifying kiss. The moment was as intense as a scene from the film, and for that instant, the world around us had disappeared.

When we finally pulled away from the kiss, our eyes meet again, and a smile played on his lips. "Izzy, I have to admit, I've been wanting to do that since the moment I met you."

I blushed deeply, my heart pounding in my chest. "I can't believe that just happened."

Tom chuckled. "Sometimes, the best moments happen when you least expect them, darling"

Our confession of feelings for each other led to another intense kiss, and this time, there was no hesitation. Our lips met passionately, sealing our unspoken emotions with a promise of something more.

After our date, he was so gentlemanly that he walked me back to my apartment. There, under the soft glow of the streetlights, we shared one more lustrous lingering kiss.

"Come with me," Tom whispered, his voice husky with desire. He gently took my hand and led me into his apartment building. The ride the elevator was filled with silence, anticipation lingering heavily in the air.

Once inside Tom's apartment, the tension between us was almost unbearable, the tension in the air so thick that you could cut it with a knife. We both know that this was a turning point in their relationship. Tom's eyes met mine, and he softly said, "Izzy, I want to be with you." And with that our lips meet once more.