British One-shots and Imagines

Oneshot 1 (Tom Hiddleston)

In which Tom Hiddleston surprises you for your six month anniversary. 

WARNINGS: Tom being adorable, cruddy writing, and the 'Ehehehehe' laugh

You had been dating Tom for six months now. Six months of happiness and a loving boyfriend were absolute heaven. Sure, Tom was busy, extremely busy actually, but so were you. Your book officially published in a week and between advanced copy signings and meetings with your agent, you had received little sleep. 

Coupled with the fact that Tom was literally on the other side of the world- well, let's just say it had been a very stressful week. 

But you made plans with Tom to Skype tonight. You were a bit disappointed though, it was, after all, your six months anniversary, but you'd take what you could get. 

Tom, being on the other side of the world in London, had very different hours of daytime than you did. Therefore, your speaking schedule with him comprised late hours and too-damn-early mornings. 

But you had other things to worry about now, your last advanced book signing was starting in ten minutes, and though you'd already been to three, your nerves were still frazzled. Your assistant (Janet, last time you checked), was standing next to you behind the curtain separating you and the other authors from the tables and fans. She was opening boxes with a box cutter and had several spare pens in her pockets. You had one in your hand, currently tapping it relentlessly against your waist. 

"You're out in five minutes, hun." Janet removed a finger from her earpiece, relaying the news to you. You nodded and continued to roll the pen in your fingers. The author next to you, another girl who looked about two years older than you did, sent you a reassuring smile. 

"Nervous?" You nodded, "New author?" You nodded again. "Good luck, when does yours go on the shelves?" 

"Next week Tuesday, you?" 

"This Thursday, it's my second." You sent a smile back at her. The man behind her, also sporting an earpiece, wrapped his arms around her waist and lay a peck on her cheek. She sent you a smirk over her boyfriend's arm, and you winced internally and turned forward again. 

You wished Tom were here, he always helped with your nerves, whether it be standing in the same room as you, or rubbing circle on your shoulder. 

The curtain opened and cheering from fans blasted in your ears. 

The good thing about this signing was that you weren't the most well-known author here, there would be fewer people begging for your book and autograph. When you came in, you recognized a famous male writer, sitting two seats down from you. 

Janet slid a box forward and handed you the first one, folding back the cover page. 

The line of people in front of you was nothing compared to the others, it was almost non-existent. In fact, you were sure at least half of them weren't even in line for yours but rather, had stretched over from other lines. 

You smiled, greeted the first person in line, and signed their book. The process repeated itself too many times to count. At fifty books, your hand was cramping and cheekbones aching from smiling so wide. You tried to make as much conversation as possible, but people would move on fast, to other, more famous names. 

The girl next to you with her boyfriend assistant had a line thrice the size of yours and twice charm. 

The last fifteen minutes crept by at the speed of drying cement. You sat there, at your table fingering the pen in your hand and watching people walk by without a second glance. You still had a box and a half of books sitting next to you, their colored covers glaring up at you almost mockingly. 

The hour ended, and Janet closed the full box and retreated behind the curtain, leaving you sitting there. The girl next to you still had at least ten people waiting for signatures and a twang of jealousy swept through your chest. 

You stood up and knelt down by the half-empty box of books, fingering the pages. Underneath the table, you saw a pair of legs and black dress shoes walk up beside you. 

"I'm sorry sir, but book signings are finished." 

"Shame, I even bought a copy." Your heart stopped and you froze next to the box. 

"Tom?" He chuckled, and at that moment you knew it was him. That 'Eheheheh' sound only he could make reached your ears. 

"Hello, darling," You jumped to your feet and were met with a grinning Tom standing with one hand in his pockets and the other holding a copy of your book. His white polo contrasted wonderfully with the black pants. He took one hand out of his pockets and waved to you sheepishly. "So sorry if I'm late, traffic was horrendous." You swung your legs over the table, not caring how un-lady-like you looked, and wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug. He 'Oofed,' the breath knocked from his lungs and chuckled when you sighed into his shirt. 

Tom returned the hug, and you could've sworn you heard his grin. 

"Do you think I could get a signature now? Or am I really that late?" You laughed, a deep, happy laugh you hadn't felt in weeks (that being the time since you'd last seen Tom in the flesh.) Tom laughed at your laugh, and you felt him lay a kiss on the top of your head. 

You turned your head to the side, only to find the girl sitting next to you staring open-mouthed at you and Tom. You winked over Tom's arm, and her mouth dropped farther, even her boyfriend was staring. 

"Tom- what the- what are you doing here?" He loosened his grip on you and held you at arm's length, staring straight at you. 

"Love, it's our six-month. Did you really think I would settle for Skypeing?" You laughed again and stretched to your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

"I'm not complaining." 

"I sure hope not, I have reservations at your favorite restaurant." The both of you walked out of the building hand in hand with matching grins. 

A/N: I have got to stop writing Fanfiction smhhhh.
Enjoy, and I do take requests, so that should be fun.
~Kelly~