[ONHOLD] forest » Tom Hiddleston x Reader (15+)

the forest

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❝ When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. ❞

—William Shakespeare

     YOU STARE AT THE GREENERY in front of you. The forest was wonderful looking at this time of the year, with new leaves sprouting and the dew in the morning. The lakes were of perfect temperature, not too hot nor cold. Too bad for your mother who thought that sending you to this camp will make you feel like torture when in truth, you were actually excited about it and felt like it was a vacation.

From your house to the camp is a long drive and will take about two hours and a half so your mother gave you a last chance of listening to your favorite tunes with your headphones. It drowned all the sounds that surrounded you, the rumble of the car's engine and the talk show on the radio your mother was listening to. You were lucky not to have your little brothers come along the drive with you because if they had, it would've been a disaster.

Just as you started to drift off into a nap, the car started to turn to a different route, a bumpy gravel driveway that leads deep into the forest. You were close now and there was absolutely no turning back. Whatever excitement you had, you shall stand by; will it be like a military style summer camp? You didn't know, your mother didn't really answer all the questions you had. At the end was a bunch of cars and parents dropping off their teen-age delinquents. Men and women with matching white tees with the name of the camp were helping others and leading them inside the camp.

Your mother finds a place to park and when she did, you gave her your phone and headphones before going to the trunk to pick all your bags. Gladly for you, she helped. You both heaved your bags out of the trunk before falling in line with all of the others. In the crowd of teens, you looked less like a troublesome child, with your (Y/H/C) neatly french braided and your skin not a single tattoo or piercing. Everyone seemed to notice that and that gathered a few strange glances at you.

The counselors seemed to notice that as well so a man, dark raven hair, bright green eyes, tall and slim walked your way. "Good afternoon, miss, ma'am, I'm Harry." He was British by the sound of his accent. You dreamily stare at his biceps, to his neck, jaws, lips then eyes—he was staring at you as well. "May I help you?" He asks, both hands on his khaki shorts.

"I'm signing up my daughter to the reform program." My mother replies and the man's eyes widen as if in disbelief. He takes one last good look at you, from head to toe before nodding repeatedly.

"Of course." He says. "Please just get in line for a little bit and you'll be singed up as soon as it's your turn." He finally says before leaving. After a couple of minutes was your turn to sign up, you wrote your name, age, birthday and address on the paper then gave it to your mother for other things she had to fill up. When she finished, you knew that it was her time to go. "You be a good girl." She tells you.