Marvel/ actor imagines

Tom Hiddleston- professor(2)

You ruffled your hair in the mirror, putting on some lipstick. You eventually agreed to go clubbing with Lawrence, but since he was probably going to end up with a one night stand, you were bringing your friend Charley with you. "Wow, you look badass!" She said. "Aww, that's a slutty dress." You grinned. "Girl why don't we do this more? You're such a fun person to hang out with." She laughed. "You ready?" "Yep!" You grabbed your phone and headed out the door.

"Lawrence? Where are you?" You said over the phone. "I'm inside already? Where are you?" Charley tapped your shoulder. You turned around, and your jaw dropped when you saw none other than Professor Hiddleston standing beside her. "I'll be there in a second." You hung up. "Miss L/n, Miss Krats." He smiled softly, taking an extra moment to look at you. "Professor Hiddleston... I don't think I took you for a Monday night kind of clubber?" You smiled cutely at him.

He cocked an eyebrow. "I thought I gave an assignment this morning?" You took a few steps toward him. "It's done." You smirked. "But how? That assignment should've taken you hours." He crossed his arms. "Did you even look at our class ranks before you came in?" You said. "Honey I may be defiant and sassy," you poked his chest. "But I'm top of my class." You smiled. "I should've known. Your kind always makes my skin crawl." He said. "My kind?" You scoffed. "You know, the im so smart I can get away with being a bitch because I know the teacher won't do anything type." He smirked.

"Oh you asshat!" You turned around and walked into the club, ultimately trying to forget the whole situation had even happened.

You and Charley eventually found Lawrence,  and decided to get some drinks. You however, knew that you had plenty of work to do when you got home, so you decided against drinking.

You and Charley were dancing around 1 am, when a...well... sensual, you could say, song came on. You looked around and saw all the girls grinding on all the guys, and nearly gagged when you saw Charley doing the same. You walked off the dance floor, but not before you smacked into Professor Hiddleston.

You put your hand on his chest, looking up at him. "S- oh shit! You're drunk?" You waved your hand in front of his face. "H-hey, Y-y/n!" He smiled groggily. "Okay, we need to get you home, come on ya big lug." You draped his arm over your shoulders. "CHARLEY!" You yelled. She looked up at you, obviously confused as to what was happening. "What's going on?" Lawrence saw too, and came over. "He's drunk as fuck. I have to take him home." You said. "Do you guys know his first name?" You asked. "It's Tom." Lawrence said quickly. "Okay Tom, let's go." "Y/n do you need me to come with you?" Charley asked. "No, I'm fine thanks." You said. "Good luck." Lawrence said.

You held Tom up as you walked out of the building. "Can you not stand?" You groaned. "Not to be rude but you're not very light." You said. "And you're not v-very nice!" He said. "Tom, hey, what does your car look like?" You asked. "Wait where are your keys?" You asked. "Stand up." You pushed him up. You felt his pockets for his keys, and found them.

You grabbed his hand to steady him, and to your surprise they were very warm. He had lots of calluses too, your guess was he played the guitar. You clicked the unlock button, and saw the lights of a nearby car flash on and off. "Okay, come on!" You pulled him to the car. "Okay, I can't help you here, I need you to get in the car for me." You said. He looked over at you, and smiled giddily. "Wow....you're p-pretty." He said. "And you're drunk." You helped him in the car. "Where's your phone?" You asked. "D-do you need it?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm taking you home." You said. "Ah.... it's in my pocket." He said. He smacked his hand down on the console. "But...you'll have to come and GET it." He grinned. "Give me your phone Tom." You said. He sat back in his seat. You saw his phone sticking out of his pocket, so you leaned over to grab it.

Before you could pull it out, Tom leaned over and kissed you. Shocked and slightly embarrassed, you pushed him off. "God I hope you don't remember that in the morning." You sighed. You opened his phone, and found the maps app. Lucky for you he had his home address in his phone, so you were able to successfully drive him back.

He had a nice home. It wasn't too big, or too small, and it was in a really nice neighborhood. By the time you'd gotten back, Tom had sobered up a little bit. You helped him walk inside because hell he was still drunk. You opened the door, walking him inside. "Can you find your bedroom?" You whispered softly. "Mhm..." he sighed. He "led" you to his room, flipping down on the bed. "Shit..." he flipped over.

Your eyes went big. "I am NOT cleaning your vomit. Go to the bathroom." You said. He got up and pushed past you, getting to the toilet just in time before he started vomiting. You sighed, and walked over to the bathroom door. You flipped the light on, going to sit on the side of the tub. You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it all out of the line of fire. You rubbed his back soothingly, silently praying he'd pass out and forget all this ever happened. Once he finally quit, he lifted his head. You reached over for the toilet paper, pulling the roll off and handing it to him.

You looked at your watch. 3 am. There wouldn't be any taxis around at this hour, and your friends were probably either passed out drunk, or on their way to a one night stand. You were going to have to stay the night at his house. "Maybe no more drinking on weeknights huh?" You smiled softly. He chuckled and sat back on the wall. "What time is it?" He asked. "Three a.m." you said. "I can't drive you home you know." "And I can't take your car." You said. "Are you done puking?" You asked. "I think so." He said. "Can you get up or do you need my help?" You helped him stand. He lost his balance and fell forward, pinning you between the counter and his body. "Don't you kiss me barf breath." You said. "I wasn't planning on it." He smiled. You helped him to his bed. "Can I get you come clothes?" You sat down next to him. "No... but you can wear some of mine if that dress is too uncomfortable." He said. "I might take you up on that... where's-" "top drawer." He pointed to his dresser across from his bed.

You stood up and walked over to his dresser. "You like Led Zeppelin?" You pulled a T-shirt from his drawer. He didn't answer. He was out like a light. You chuckled, and walked over to the bathroom. Once you'd changed, you walked out to his living room. You didn't have any classes tomorrow, so maybe you'd be able to sleep in.