I have a lot more ideas for some stories, so yeah another book. Thank you and you're welcome?
Might have:
Natasha Romanoff (Mostly just friends tho, some you will be dating, but there will be no hard smut until I'm ready to write that),
And some ot...
OKAY SO I HAVE TONS OF PICTURES OF YOUNG TOM HIDDLESTON AND I'M GOING FERAL I NEED MORE
WANNA SEE ONE?
YEAH?!
HANG ON
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I'M CRYING HE'S SO CUTE MY HEART IS EXPLODING OVER AND OVER AND OVER WHEN I LOOK AT THIS PICTURE UUUGGGHHHHHH HE'S SO CUTE HE'S SO CUTE HE'S LIKE A PUPPY IM BLUSHING SO MUCH I CAN'T STOP
Y/n's pov
"Babe?" I asked as I searched through the house.
I eventually found him upstairs practicing his lines.
I smiled as I stood in the doorway quietly listening to him.
I know I was gonna be there for a while so I leaned up against the frame.
Eventually, he turned around and he saw me, smiling.
"How long were you there?"
I shrugged "I don't know."
He put his script down and he flipped the page, reading whatever's on the page, his finger helping him follow the words.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Do I have to tell you?" He asked kindly.
I shook my head.
"No, you don't."
He continued reading the page, almost drowning the real world out.
"I made lunch."
He looked at me "I'll be right down."
He looked back to his script, taking a pencil and writing something on the paper, flipping pages, and writing more.
I leaned my head up against the frame and started making snoring sounds.
Tom smiled at me, softly chuckling at me.
"I said 'I'll be right down."
I continued making snoring noises.
He writes one last thing on the script and he flips back to the page he was last at, putting a piece of a post-it note on the edge of the paper, sticking out to tell him where he left off once he closed it.
He looked at me with a wide smile and I gave him puppy eyes.
He closed the script and he came up to me, wrapping his arms around me.
"You smell good." He said softly.
I giggled "Thank you."
He pressed his lips to my temple.
His hand spread put on the small of my back, pulling me closer. (OKAY BUT WHY DID I FEEL TINGLES GO DOWN MY SPINE?!)
