Hiddletales: Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Journal Entries

You sit curled up on the couch late at night in Tom's house, reading one of his Shakespeare scripts. As your tired eyes take in the text, you hear his voice perfectly pronouncing every syllable.
The front door opens as you start to doze off, your exhausted eyelids getting heavier by the second. By the time Tom walks in to the living room, you've fallen asleep. You hear him chuckle softly as he carefully puts his arms around you and picks you up bridal style, your head resting against his chest. You can feel the softness of his blue button-down shirt as he carries you up the stairs, your ear pressed against his beating heart. His scent consists of detergent, soap, and expensive cologne, which lulls you into a deeper sleep. He looks down at the peaceful expression on your face and smiles as he gets to the top of the stairs, brushing back a lock of hair. You feel yourself being laid onto his huge bed as he pulls back the covers and places your feet underneath the warm comforter.
"Sweet dreams, my darling," he whispers soothingly in your ear, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Since it's late, Tom decides to go to bed as well. You hear the rustle of fabric as he slowly undresses, leaving on his boxers. He climbs in next to you with a pen in his mouth, pulling the covers up to his waist as he props himself up with pillows. He grabs his journal from the nightstand drawer and begins to write, his pen now traveling across the paper. You open your eyes momentarily because you absolutely love when he writes. You love the sound of his hand moving across the paper; his swift, even movements as ink and wood fibers unite. Finally, he finishes writing, and turns the lights off. Tom holds you close, knowing that you were the main topic of his journal entry, and that you always would be.