The Fandom Alphabet Meme

A - Your current OTP

Thorki/ Tomki/ Stony/ Wincest

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Lokane (Jane/Loki) I loved the part in Thor 2 when Loki protects her, an d ever since then, I started shipping them. 

C - A pairing you have never liked and probably never will

Definitely Loki/Darcy. I don’t think they have any chemistry. 

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t

Frostiron. I don’t know why I can’t legitimately ship them, I only ship them as a one-night’s-stand type of relationship. 

E - Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

Hmmm, I’ve been working on a crack!fic ;) I probably have some on my fanfic account already…

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

This one. I’ve been a hiddlestoner for 3/4 of a year, and I’ve liked the avengers for almost 2 years. 

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Probably Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann. 

H - Do you prefer characters from real action series or anime series

Real action. I don’t particularly like anime. :/

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

Sherlock. I don’t want to watch it in fear of liking Benny too much and entering the fandom. 

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

Supernatural. I finally decided to watch it, and I love it so much now. 

K - How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom

I absolutely love my fellow hiddlestoners and avengers. They’re so friendly and fun! (and they share my fantasies :) )

L - Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for

Tomki tie bondage. xD

M - Your favorite fanart or fanartist

I love Sabriel and Thorki fanart. OOh also Lokane, it’s amazing. 

N - Your favorite fanfiction or fanauthor

THFrustration, gisella89 on fanfiction, and my favourite fanfiction ever was a Tomki one shot about Loki giving Tom a blow job at a restaurant.

O - Choose a song at random, which OTP does it remind you of

Necessary Evil, as a Tomki. Also S&M for Thorki. 

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Medieval Supervengers AU- Supernatural characters travel from a distant kingdom to meet Avengers characters in another kingdom. (lol idk wtf that would be like) 

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

I think I shipped frostiron once, but once I really thought about it, I don’t think they have great chemistry, especially with smut. 

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

Maybe Tomki? DEFINITELY TOMBERT OMG (RDJ/Tom) 

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon

Loki masturbated while thinking of Thor before Thor heard him one night and found out he loved him. That’s what started the relationship. 

T - If you mostly have homoships, do you have any heteroships

Oh god, I don’t have many… I have three I think: Loki/Jane, Clint/Natasha, and Fandral/Sif. 

U - If you mostly have heteroships, do you have any homoships

Omg there’s too many to list here. But I’ll try ugh Destiel, Sabriel, Hiddlesworth, Tombert, Sciencebros, Thorki, Tomki, Wincest, many more. 

V - Are you one of those fans who can’t watch anything without shipping

Umm now that I know more about shipping, I guess. Yeah, actually, like I ship the most random of characters. 

W - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Loki (Avengers) Gabriel (Supernatural) Coulson (AOS) Lex Luthor (DC) Mr. Green (Clue 1985) <—- I don’t even know if that’s a fandom lolol xD

X -  3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

Tomki from Hiddles fandom, Wincest from Supernatural, and Stony from Avengers

Y - A fandom you’re in but have no ships from

Downton Abbey (I’m not really in the fandom tho)

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go

OMG TOM HIDDLESTON IN THE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE AGHHHH ABS ABS ABS UNFF GOODBYE REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM. JESUS. I’M DONE. EXCELSIOR. 

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Ice-Cold

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TITLE:  Ice-Cold

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: one shot

AUTHOR: hiddles-is-my-muse (i-wish-i-was-the-moon)

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom

GENRE: smut / erotica

FIC SUMMARY: It’s the Ice Bucket Challenge and Tom needs to warm himself up afterwards.

RATING: Mature (explicit sexual content)

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: What can I say? I woke up from a nice dream of buckets of ice water flowing over Hiddles. So let this be my contribution to the day that is forever going to be remembered as the day Hiddles broke the fandom. Damn you, Hiddles. And damn your wet t-shirt of sex.

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Ice Cold

The man was crazy, that’s all I could think of. I had a towel in my hand when I watched him pour the ice cubes into the bucket. The smile on his face showed without any doubt that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it. The white t-shirt had been a deliberate choice and he had taken my teasing like a man. The more views the more donations, had been his explanation. It was total and utter bull. I only had to see the glint of his eyes to know that he was doing it only to make his fangirls go crazy.

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My fricking god. This story is pure and unremitting perfection. 

Late For The Party

Summary: What if you and Tom Hiddleston were part of the group in the elevator on that fateful night back in 1939? 

Genre: Supernatural, Romance?

Rating: T

A/N: So yeah. I actually just wrote a story about the freaking Tower of Tower. I just went to Disneyland, that’s why. But anyway, it’s not very long, contains charming Dapper!Tom, ruthless feels, and *duh* character death. Based on the ride and somewhat on the movie. Lol enjoy! :)

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Halloween Night at The Hollywood Tower Hotel, 1939

You wait at the check-in counter, people bustling around you like you’re waiting in a zoo. You sigh impatiently as you check the time on the wall, tapping your heel-clad foot. A thunderstorm rages outside, more and more stars and producers and such streaming in by the minute.

Thomas, why are you late?

You think. Any time but now would be acceptable. Your check in time was 7:00 PM sharp, and as well-known members of the industry around here, you had been invited to a party at the Tip-Top Club on the 13th floor, at the most glamorous hotel in all of Hollywood, but he chose now to be late.

You sigh.

Probably being held back by the producers, trying to worm him into more press time for their studio. The bellhop passes you, looking busy and worn out and frazzled all at the same time.

“Hello, Dewey,” you smile, and he pops his little head out of all the heavy bags he’s carrying. “Oh, good evening, Mrs. Hiddleston! How do you do?” “I’m just fine. Waiting for my husband.” He frowns. “Mr. Hiddleston? He’s never late!” You laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

Dewey gives a little wave as he follows the snobby-looking pair into the elevator.

Thomas, this is getting ridiculous.

You ring the bell at the desk, the concierge appearing from under it. “Ah, hello Mrs. Hiddleston!” “Hello, Clive. Any word from Mr. Hiddleston?” He shakes his head in apology. “I’m afraid not. But it’s strange- he’s never late!” You nod half-heartedly, and turn back to waiting.

You watch absentmindedly as a young girl in a pink dress, seven years old maybe, enters the hotel, paparazzi crowding her in a flurry. She does a few poses, until her nanny shoos her further in to wait for the next elevator.

“Miss me?”

A familiar deep voice drawls in your ear. You turn to your husband, and feel the curve of his hands along your waist.

Tom’s holding two glasses of champagne in one hand, wearing a dapper black suit and crisp white shirt. “You look ravishing, darling,” he comments with a seductive smirk, toasting his glass to you as he runs his eyes up and down your body.

You’d chosen to wear the dress he had bought you as a gift, a floor length form-fitting ivory piece with silver straps that rested at your upper arms. “Mmm,” you smile, taking one of the glasses, “Because of you and your impeccable taste, my love.” He steals a grin, and leans in to kiss you.

“Shall we forget about this party, and instead sneak off to our suite and have our own little party?” he leans in closer, brushing his nose against your cheek, “A party that consists of bath caviar, expensive champagne and a strict no-clothing rule?” You shudder a little at his breath on your neck, but just giggle.

“Now you know we can’t do that. Not yet, anyway. This is what we signed up for, becoming actors. People to please, engagements to attend.” Tom hummed, and broke away from his close contact.

“In that case,” he held out his arm, flashing another dazzling smile, “Shall we?” You fix your hair a little, and place a white-gloved hand through his arm, following him to the elevator waiting area.

He turns to you as you wait for the elevator, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Have I told you how lucky I am to have such a beautiful catch on my arm?” You laugh. “I believe you have, yes.” “Well I’m saying it again, darling. Sorry I was late, held up with those tenacious producers.”

Yup.

Finally, the elevator dings, arriving at the main, and the door opens, letting everyone out. Dewey scurries out, grabbing your bags, and puts them in the elevator as the girl and her nanny get in alongside you and Tom.

“Evening, Mr. Hiddleston,” Dewey greets, tipping his hat at the regular guest. “Good evening, Dewey,” Tom replies warmly, clearing his throat as the elevator doors close.

“Everyone going up to 13?” Dewey asked meekly, and everyone nods.

“I like your dress,” the little girl tells you, looking up at you with bright eyes. You smile. “Thank you so much, but I don’t think it could possibly outdo yours!” She giggles, and her nanny adjusts her hem.

Tom smooths his hair back and adjusts his cuffs as the elevator rides by the 7th floor, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“How do I look?” he asks, preparing for the buzz of media that would swarm you when the elevator dinged.

“Absolutely smashing,” you whisper, and he throws you a sultry kiss.

After a few more moments of waiting, the elevator suddenly hitches at the 12th floor.

You all stumble a little, and look to Dewey. He frowns, checking the buttons.

Just then, the elevator stops completely, in between 12 and 13.

“What’s going on?” the nanny asks, and Dewey looks around nervously. “I don’t know,” he mumbles. You clutch Tom’s arm a little tighter, and he plants a kiss atop your head as he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

As Dewey begins to ring the desk for service, you all hear a crackling sound in the distance, most likely thunder.

Suddenly, the whole elevator lights up, seemingly struck by a bolt of lightning, and you all scream. Tom grabs you and pulls you close to him, and before you can think in one loud swoosh, the elevator drops in a speedy plummet.

The only sounds you hear are the screams of everyone and most likely you, and a loud crash that ends everything.

You confusedly watch Clive, the concierge answer some questions from a member of the paparazzi, Tom and the rest of the passengers standing by your side.

“Yes, that was the last I saw of them. They were holding hands and kissing,” he sniffs a little, and apologizes before going on, “They were regulars here. Everyone knew them, they were such friendly people!”

Police swarmed in, roping off everything, and you looked at Tom. “Why are they talking about us? Can’t they see we’re right here?” Tom looks at you grimly. “Darling, there’s no way we survived that fall, any of us.”

The nanny looks at Tom. “So we’re trapped here?” Dewey whimpers a little. “And we’re spirits?” the little girl asks timidly. “This is an interesting predicament,” Tom deadpans, looking around at everyone, “I only wish we still had that champagne at least,” he whispers in your ear as you watched the Hollywood Tower Hotel close down forever.

All you can think is:

Thomas, why’d you have to be late?