Hiddlebatch one shot(s)

I want you back.

A/N: You thirsty ass bitches! I got so many messages like: when you updating? JKJKJK! I love to hear from you guys!!! I know it's been like a week but moving... eww... so busy. anyways enjoy!!! LOKI LOVE!

Ps: I kinda include Hemsworth in this, so as a side note I just wanna say this in no way means I don't like Him or that I am bashing him. I love him dearly and only use him for the plot, none of the things I write do I think, or you should think are true. They are pure fiction from the mind of a sleep deprived teen.

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Listen, I know its been a while... And I didn't really leave on good terms... But if we could maybe meet up later today if you're free.

Tom let out a groan at the text and threw his head back on to his pillow, throwing his phone down by his feet, the phone thudding against his thankfully soft duvet. He couldn't lie and say he didn't miss his ex boyfriend of four months, The prestigious and always too over booked to talk to him, Benedict Cumberbatch. Which even though Tom knew how his schedule was, it was still unfair how Tom would send goodnight or good morning texts that would only be replied to near lunch or hours after he had sent them.

He wanted so terribly to break free from the relationship that felt so distanced. It wasn't working for him though. So he rebounded, with someone far too out of his league and currently taken.

Tom picked up his phone from the end of his bed and closed his eyes for a second, "Don't do it. Get over him." he whispered quietly, he picked up his phone and started to type:

I'm free tonight. see ya then.

"Dammit." He muttered after pressing send. He could only imagine what Chris would say, not that they were official, but they might as well have been. With the way the two kissed and cuddled and held each other's hands, they naturally did what every couple did, minus the title.

~*~

Tom knocked on Benedict's door, and leaned against the doorway, cracking his fingers to give the illusion that he was confident feeling, which he hoped was a convincing facade, as that was not how he felt. The door swung open and Tom met Benedict's eyes, "Wow... Hi." Ben said, breath drawing into his lungs sharply. Tom straightened his body and put out a hand to shake, Benedict looked sideways at his hand, "I know I screwed up, but can I at least get past the awkward handshake stage?" Tom let out a small sigh and put his hand down. Benedict pulled his body close and patted his back, "It's nice to see you again." Tom tried out. Tom's phone vibrated in his pocket and he automatically made it a priority to open the text.

Don't mean to be over attached... But you haven't answered your phone all day, are you doing okay? Do you want me to come over? Miss you! <3

Sorry! I've just been a bit busy, I'm hanging out with Ben for the night. Maybe see you tomorrow? <3

I thought you didn't like him...

No heart signed at the end, he was jealous. Chris being Jealous was usually not going to end well, as the last time he got jealous he stopped replying.

Benedict wrapped a hand over his forearm nervously, "So uhm, I was thinking we could for a drive," Benedict stuttered, "Like old times." Benedict hit Tom's arm playfully and coughed. Tom nodded and stared down at the floor awkwardly.

~*~

Tom shifted the car into its lowest gear as it rolled up the tall hills of the back road, roughly an hour from their home. Benedict sat with his hands folded in his crossed legs, no words passing between them, which was nice considering the last ime they had come here to shout at each other without bothering the neighbors or being seen.