The argument (Tom hiddleston/benedict cumberbatch/reader)

How could you?

You slid down the wall, unable to hold the tears back from your eyes. How could he? And with Spring? Two years ago, when you first met her, the two of you ended up having a massive argument about how woman should be seen.

Spring said women should be seen as dominant creatures who were made to impress the male species. You said women should be seen as whatever the hell they want as long as they're happy.

When the lift doors opened, you stood up and wiped away the tears, making it almost impossible to see you were heart broken as long as no one looked you in the eyes.

"Good afternoon." You greeted the doorman as you walked out the block of flats. He responded with a saddened smile. Of course he knew what was going on.

You slumped into the drivers side of the car and let out a deep breath. You slid down the seat as far as you could, so you were almost lying down, and closed your eyes. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, just thinking about life, but was rudely interrupted when a panting tom hiddleston lunged into the passenger seat.

"I-I have just ran down...down six flights of stairs for you!" He panted, still in his purple pajamas. "If that doesn't say i love you then i don't know what does." You weren't listening. instead all your attention was focused on lipstick marks on his neck, lips and upper chest.

"Get out." You said quietly.

"Please Y/N. Let me just explain!" Tom begged, slamming the passenger door and grabbing both your hands. You instantly felt your heart skip a beat when his skin touched yours. Just like when you two first met.

"Please leave Tom. I'm sure Spring is desperate to get back to lying on the bed with her legs spread. After all, it is what she does best." You growled. Tom raised his eyebrows at you, not use to you talking like this.

"Nothing happened when we were together Y/N! If you just calm down and-"

"CALM DOWN?" You screamed, anger boiling in your blood. You glared at Tom, snatched your hands away and started the engine.

"There shouldn't even be a reason for me to get angry Tom! if you weren't just such a sex freak..." You trailed off, not wanting to think about Tom in that way anymore. Tom frowned at you and put his head in his hands.

"Nothing happened when we were together. it's just something to help me feel better!" Tom moaned into his hands.

This was the last straw for you. "To make you feel better? To make- OH MY GOD TOM! Youre not the one who had to hear to the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with admit they don't love you! Youre not the one who to see your ex by 12 hours out at lunch with a whore!"

You leaned over Tom, opened the door and started to shove him to get out. After 30 seconds of you pushing him and Tom begging you to let him stay and talk, he finally got out the car. Tom barely even closed the door behind as you sped away. You turned around the corner and aimed a quick glance at Tom, allowing you to see him wipe away a small tear, then turn to head back to the flats and to spring.

You drove back to the Hotel, head spinning from thoughts. However, you finally settled on one. If Tom can 'have some fun' then why can't you? And you knew the perfect person for that. Benedict