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The Fight – Tom Hiddleston one-shot

Request: Tom and y/n fights, he gets overly angry at her and tells her to leave their apartment. He gets drunk and makes her upset. You can make up the rest, but please have them make up! 

Wordcount: 2500+

A/N: Sorry I’ve been MIA but balancing university and work (rent is crazy in south London I tell you) is proving hard indeed. Also, I don’t think Tom would ever act like this but you never know.

Your standing right in front of him now, your bottom lip quivers as you turn your eyes up to meet his. Tom’s eyes are blue, icy in their demeanour, they are almost glassy looking. Like he’s about to burst into tears, but you don’t think he will. Your heart is breaking, and he knows he’s the one breaking it. He doesn’t dare to speak, he waits for you, he shuffles his feet, he’s nervous. Since you just a few minutes ago had told him to keep quiet, or you would walk. You would walk out of his life, he knew you were serious. You study him for a second more, as your eyes gaze over his lips he opens them to speak, ”Please say something,” His voice is low, soft, urgent. You take a deep breath, tears are threatening to pour over, “I know It’s every soul for itself in this world. But I didn’t want to wake up without you,” A few tears escape your eyes, you almost feel embarrassed about the fact. You’re fast to wipe them away with the back of your hand, “It’s different now, I feel different now. God, I don’t even want to look at you,” You say, as you turn your eyes away from him again, focusing on the room behind him.

Three days ago you had returned home from your studio in south London. It was late, around 11pm and your phone was dead. You wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of sleep. The underground had been stuffy and full of people who reeked of alcohol and fun times if that even had a smell. It was graduation for the university students and they were celebrating an end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. It warmed your heart because it was only a few years ago you had graduated from university, and the feeling of being free was still fresh. Suddenly panic rose in you, if it’s graduation today it must mean that it’s 11th of June. You nearly curse out loud, blood started pumping in your ears. You had missed the dinner you and Tom were going to. It had been booked for months and it had escaped your mind completely. It was Tom’s sister’s birthday dinner, her birthday was a month since though. 

Tom is going to be angry with you. He never really got angry with you, but you know this would strike a nerve. It was a dinner with some of his friends, family and also some people that he didn’t really like. Mostly because they gave him grief about being successful and having money in excess. You had said time and time again that they were just jealous. All but two were overjoyed at his success. He knew that, of course. Tom is a smart man but he still didn’t want to face them alone, without you. It was sweet really, and you were a master of fusing the tension that arose in situations like this. His mum always credits you to be the one who saved Christmas that year Tom and you met. Tom never really understood why the two trouble makers needed to be invited to everything. But they were old friends of his father, and you can’t cancel out 40 years of friendship. That’s what his father said every time. You had missed the dinner, but Tom surely hadn’t gone alone? If it bothered him that much.

You walked fast when the train stopped, you ran ahead of all the drunken ex-students. The station isn’t far from the flat so you were there within five minutes. The door was unlocked, so you slowly walk in, nervousness fills you as you see Tom sitting in the settee. He’s dressed in a shirt, slacks, which indicated that he probably went to the dinner. Alone. He had a whisky in his hand, he didn’t look back at you when you closed the door. He was angry at you, but he couldn’t be that angry right? It’s only dinner, and you had taken Emma out for brunch on her actual birthday. Tom knew that because he was there. He had an omelette and refused to partake in the bottomless mimosa business you and Emma were in. 

”Tom, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot, I started this new painting and it’s, well I don’t want to sound cocky but it’s rather good,” You walked into the kitchen to empty your bag, which had a smoothie bottle and a lunch box in it, “And I forgot about the dinner. I’ll call Emma to say how sorry I am. I haven’t been this inspired in so long. My phone died, so if you tried to-“ He cut you off by standing up, his jaw was cleaned. You thought your charming monologue would cool him off, but you were sourly wrong. “I can’t believe you,” He shot at you, his voice laced with disgust. You grew confused now, why was he so angry, you’d expect him to be slightly annoyed. He still had his family by his side.

He walked past the kitchen island, to stand on the other side, his steps were unsteady. “Tom, I’m sorry you had to face Jillian and Frank alone but I honestly just forgot,” You took a few strides towards him and tried to give him a kiss. He stopped you, “Don’t,” His voice was harsh and it hit you like a ton of bricks. “Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say, it couldn’t have been that bad? Wasn’t Benedict and Sophie there with darling Hal and Christopher? Your parents?” His stance was of the unapproachable sort, and yours was small, you felt like a child that has been told off.

He didn’t answer your question, “Stop saying sorry, you obviously had your priorities on everything, anything but me. I haven’t seen you all week,” Now that’s just not true, but you didn’t say that, because he needed to calm down first. He took a huge gulp from his glass, nearly downing all the amber liquid in it. “I don’t know what to say more than that I am sorry -and that the dinner just escaped my mind.” You tried and reach out to just touch him if that would comfort him but he moved his hand off the counter, “I would never skip on something we planned together on purpose, surely you must know that by now?” He was bleary-eyed, you hadn’t quite seen him like this before, drunk and angry.

You knew Tom like the back of your hand, and it must be something else that had happened if he’s drowning his sorrows in drink. “You did.” He says coldly as he reached for the cupboard where you keep the spirits, “Tom, I didn’t. I just forgot, it happens.” Your voice was low, tired of saying the same things over and over again. “You forgot about me, about my family, you left me with those-“ His brow furrowed, “Vultures.” He poured up his glass with whisky, more than half the glass, “That says a lot doesn’t it,” He drunk down more whisky that you have ever seen him do. You tried to reason with him, “Yes. I’m sorry, I was so focused on my own work today, you know I’ve been struggling.” You really had been, you had been so uninspired for months now, and that day something just clicked. He scoffed and that really hurt your feelings, “What is wrong with you? Did something else happen? I’ve never seen you act like this!” Your voice was loud, and your hands were on your hips. 

He didn’t answer, how childish. He looked like he was thinking, possibly what he was going to give you for an answer. Nothing escaped his mouth, “Tom?” You asked, wanting nothing more than a goddamn answer. His divine features harsh, merciless. “I thought you loved me, silly of me to believe. Hazardous thing.” What was he saying? You nearly wanted to laugh out loud at the ludicrous words that left his mouth. Instead, you let out a raspy breath, followed with, “Of course I love you, if I didn’t I wouldn’t be wearing this,” You wave your hand and attached engagement ring at him, “Now would I?” He looked at you, a look you had never seen before. He couldn’t quite keep your gaze, his eyes were nearly half shut.

You tried a different approach, “Darling, why don’t we go to bed, get some rest and talk about this in the morning?” You tried to grab his arm, to put your hand in his. He took a wonky step back, “I want you to leave,” You couldn’t quite believe what just left his mouth, you humoured him, “But I live here Tom, let’s just get to bed. You’re drunk, and in no way capable of talking about this as an adult,” You look at him, like a mother looking at a child who’s been naughty. That look disappeared quickly because he looked even angrier. “I’m not drunk,” He looked severe, his handsome appearance nearly gone. ”Come on, Tom, please just let’s go sleep. I’m tired, it’s late.” You walked past him and was headed to the bedroom when he spoke again. “They’re right about you, Jillian and Frank.” He looked at you, “They said a pretty young thing like you, well, she can only be after one thing,” You turned cold, all the colour disappeared in your face. ”Thomas, are you fucking aware of what you’re saying right now? You’re taking out your anger on me, I’m sorry your parents still tolerate those two, and that you get the short end of the stick, but don’t take it out on me. For fuck's sake.” Your swearing caught him off guard, you had never sounded so severe while you talked to him as you had done then. He must have said that to hurt you, for forgetting about your plans. Surely.

”Did I stutter? I want you to leave - Go!” He’s serious, and your breathing became ragged, tears pooled up in your eyes. For a moment you just watched him, but the silence broke when you let out a sob. “You’re kicking me out of our flat because I missed a dinner?” This is ridiculous. The tears kept coming, you always ended up crying while angry. He didn't flinch, “Have you lost it completely?” You asked him after a second or two. He shook his head and headed towards the bedroom. He shut the door so hard the whole flat rattled. You decided to leave, naturally. That night you had slept at a friend’s house in Primrose. You didn’t call him and he didn’t call you, until the second day when he called you around thirty times.

You look out towards the living room that you and Tom have carefully and thoughtfully redecorated when you moved in. Tom has jokingly said that “It no longer feels like a bachelor pad,” in which you had replied, while his arm was swung over your shoulder, “Feels good to say that, doesn’t it?” And you had kissed him.

Now it hurts to look past him, into the room, but it hurt more to look at Tom, so you opted for the emerald green and ivory scenery. “Y/n, don’t say that. Please, I’m sorry. I overreacted, you know I didn’t mean what I said,” You cross your arms over your chest, what a generic response. Come on, Tom, you’re an actor. Lie better. From the corner of your eye, you see him shift, you see him walk over to you. You look at him, daggers in your eyes, and he stops in his tracks, he’s close to you now and you can smell his cologne, you can also smell musk from him. It was clear he hasn’t showered since you left your shared flat three days earlier. His hair is greasy and untamed.

He tries to caress your arm but you move away, stating your anger at his behaviour the other day. “Y/n, I’m an idiot. I know it’s not an excuse, but I was inebriated. I was upset with my parents, with Frank and Gillian.” He sounds so desperate you nearly feel the urge to swing your arms around him and forgive him. But you remind yourself. They’re right about you, Jillian and Frank. They said a pretty young thing like you, well, she can only be after one thing. You try to stand tall, although Tom’s frame towers over you. “I’ll never forget how you looked at me. Like I had murdered your parents, worse even,” There are tears running down your face now, they can almost be mistaken for glitter. He speaks before you can help him recall all the nasty things he had said you that night, “My darling,” He’s desperate to touch you, “I was out of my mind to say those things. God, I can’t even believe I did!” He runs his hands through his dirty hair, his eyes are red. But so are yours. 

“You kicked me out. On the goddamn streets, Tom.” Tears fill his eyes, you know he’s terribly sorry. He looks like a shell of the man you fell in love with at 25. He beings to cry, and it is terrible to watch his heaving chest, his breath rattling in his lungs. ”I love you,” It escapes his lips like a broken promise. He sits down heavily on one of your kitchen chairs, “I hate myself,” He covers his face for a second, trying to compose himself. You silently try to do the same, it’s horrible to see him like this. But he - a sob escapes your mouth this time, he had doubted your love for him. He had wanted you to leave. Perhaps forever? “I don’t know what came over me, I felt myself turn into a ferocious, ruthless being. I,” He looks up at you, “I understand if you never forgive me. I was unjust, cruel.” Without your brain realising you walk towards him, and you cradle his head, his cheek against your bosom. This action rips a sob from deep down in his chest. As a reflex, he folds his arms tight around you standing frame. Praying to whatever gods who would listen, that you wouldn’t leave him. “We’re going to be fine, but no more angry whisky drinking. Ever again, you hear me, Tom?” He nods his head, cried filled laugh follows. “I love you so much, Y/n. I will never make you doubt that again." He releases his tight grip only to look up into your beautiful eyes.

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Co-star - Tom Hiddleston One-shot

Request: Hello darlin! I really love your posts and I was hoping you would do a one shot where Tom is on set and the reader is his love interest in the movie and they hook up after a few months of liking each other. Thank you darlin!!

Wordcount: 1,700+

Warnings: A tad NSFW

“I can’t believe this!” You rummage through your handbag and your array of jackets hanging off hooks as you come into your trailer. You had just exited a lovely warm shower, and now your mood was ruined. “Y/n for the love of god please tell me you didn’t leave your phone with him!” You throw your bag on the couch and sit down on it as well, sulking. You go through the day, or the last few hours of the day, to try and remember where you might have left your iPhone. Hoping it wasn’t in Tom’s trailer. It comes to you within seconds. You and Tom had a close up scene where your characters were confessing your feelings for each other. Tom offered to keep your phone in his pocket because your 50s inspired dress didn’t have any pockets, in which you had replied, “Why on earth is the fifties unable to give women pockets?” Since none of your character’s outfits had them. Tom had laughed at this as he slipped the phone on his deep blue slacks.

You had forgotten to collect it from him after the shooting had wrapped earlier this evening. You two had even been out for dinner with some other cast mates, and he had failed to mention that he still had your phone. “He can be such an arse sometimes!” You say in an annoyed voice. Always when you’re stressed or frustrated you talk to yourself, a habit you hated and tried to unlearn. But Tom thought it very useful because he quote unquote wouldn’t be able to figure out what you were thinking if you didn’t have a running commentary on it.

You figured that’s why he looked so smug at the restaurant, he knew you had forgotten all about the whereabouts of the phone. He knew you’d have to come knocking on his trailer late in the evening. What was he planning? Warmth spread to your cheeks. You had to admit that there’s been some tension between the two of you, perhaps sexual tension or perhaps just a simple attraction. He was a charming man, and you found him attractive even before you had met him.

You had heard from several people that he was quite lonely, but that it was his choice. A lot of people could call him their friend but a very few numbers could say that they really knew him. As for the women in his life, there weren’t any of the romantic sorts. They came and went, but nobody got close. That scared you, that scared you a lot. Because it was hard not to fall for him, you two had so much in common. You had also studied classics, but not at Cambridge like near noble Tom had. You spent the spare time in each other’s company, discussing Greek mythology, the Illiad and more modern written works by Shakespeare and the Brontë sisters. What if he would just discard of you after some months together? You weren’t up for getting your heart broken. That wasn’t a good combination with your fast-paced life in London.

You sensed that he wanted you, he was always touching you in one way or another. While you walk together he ghosted his hand on your waist. When you groaned because your aching shoulder was acting up, he would massage it for you. He would put strands of hair behind your ears. You noticed that when your characters had kissing scenes he would be more intense, he wouldn’t use the kissing method actors used. He’d kiss you for real, tugging at your hair and clothes. You had kissed your fair share of handsome actors and none of them had kissed you like this like they weren’t acting. He was being slightly unprofessional, which you had also heard wasn’t like him. You weren't exactly innocent either, you would tease him in all the ways you could.

You need your phone, it was your alarm clock and all around entertainment for the night to come. You groan as you stand up, you flatten skirt of your basic dress, put on a jacket, your shoes and walk out the trailer. It’s grown colder, you could see your breath in front of you. A few minutes later you arrive at Mr Hiddleston’s trailer and you’re irritated now, but there’s excitement bubbling in your stomach. The lights are on, it’s not that late, it’s only 10 pm. With a silent prayer, said hastily under your breath you knock on the door. It opens nearly straight away, and it reviles a newly showered Tom. His hair was still damp, his cheekbones nearly glittering in the light. You unconsciously bite your lower lip. “And to what do I owe the pleasure darling?” He draws out the darling in a sensual way, and you huff, wishing he would stop smirking. “You’re holding my phone hostage.” You simply say as you pass him in the doorway, inviting yourself in and out of the cold. “Good to know you’re not a vampire.” He chuckles and closes the door behind you. “Very witty today, aren’t we Hiddleston,” You say as you face him, provoked that he had lured you to his trailer. “Phone please,” You reach out your hand awaiting its return. “Why the rush Y/n?” He moves past you into the small kitchenette, but not before gracing his hand against your side. Damn this man. “Fancy a whiskey? I’ve got the one you like, the non-smokey one.” You roll your eyes at him and sit down on the sofa, “Might as well.” He grins at you like he’s achieved a small victory of sorts.

He walks towards you with two glasses with ice and a generous amount of whiskey in them. “You know, I really thought you would remember that you left your phone with me,” He gives you the glass, clinking his with yours, “But I’m glad you didn’t, I’m always happy to have you alone.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, “You had this planned didn’t you,” You give him a smirk, and he blushes slightly, looks down at his glass and then back up at you. Confidence rises in you like the sea, “You’re supposed to be a gentleman, and not use my forgetfulness against me.” You also take a sip from the glass, the amber liquid burning your throat, but in a good way. ”I’m always a gentleman, Y/n.” He’s sitting close to you now, you could smell his cologne. Sandalwood, white musk. You raise an eyebrow, “I have a hard time believing that, darling.” You mock his posh accent and he laughs.

It’s nearly 12 when you reach for your phone to check the time. The two of you had been drinking whisky and talking for almost two hours. The flirting was always evident in your conversation, but now it was the sole purpose of the talk between you. You were discussing Tom’s style, how he would look so good in rounded glasses. “Don’t get me wrong, you look good in those,” You point to his face, he chuckles, “But think how good you’d look in round Tom Ford ones. Think Daniel Radcliffe in Kill Your Darlings.” You quickly reach for your phone and show him what you mean. “You’re right, I really like those.” He says as he rolls his wrist, sloshing the amber liquid around in his hand. “Did I nudge Tom Hiddleston into changing his much loved visual image?” You eye him up, and for effect, you sway your hand over his silhouette. Tom lets out a laugh at your display of sass. “You know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, I've basically got your name written on the bottom of my shoe.” He moves closer, you felt his hot breath against your lips, “Darling,” Your eyes flicker to his lips, and your thoughts get invaded by how soft they look, how soft you know they are. You want him, but you didn’t want to show him that he was making you like this. You weren’t one to just fall at a guy's feet like this. He’ll only hurt you.

Tom’s hand snake around your neck, softly caressing the warm skin he found there. He’s looking at you with want, his pupils dilated with lust. You suspect yours are just as reviling. His large hand move its way to the side of your face. It feels so good to be wanted like this, your heart is beating fast in your chest. As his other hand ghosts at your side. Tom leans closer than before, “You’re overthinking,” Your eyes flash towards him, “I-,” You can’t spill your fears now, it’ll ruin the mode. You just shake your head, trying to convince him that you weren’t doing what he had accused you of. You let it slip anyway, “I don’t want to be a one night stand, I-“ He cuts you off and demands you to look up at him, he looks sad and a little caught off guard. 

“Y/n, I don’t do casual, I never have. I didn’t plan this situation because I was going to have my wicked way with you,-“ You cut him off, “I don’t understand, don’t you want to?” He laughs a little and it confuses you even more, of course, he notices. “Of course I do, I have every intention of ravishing you tonight. But this,” He points at himself and then at you, “Isn’t just about sex,” Your lip quivers, “What is it about then?” He offers you a gentle smile, which coaxes a smile from you as well. ”I would like to think that this is about love,” He shakes his head, “I’ve tried to make you see how I feel, I feel like a scared teenager right now,” You laugh at this because it was exactly what you were feeling. “You’re everything I want.” He says this with such honesty that there isn’t any part of you that doesn’t believe him. You smile at him, “You’re,” You hesitate, sharing your feelings have never been your strong suit. But playing out your characters’ feelings seems the most natural thing to you. Tom’s hand is playing with your hair, patiently waiting for you to finish your sentence, “You’re everything I want too.” He grins, “Can I kiss you?” Words fail you and you simply nod. He smiles against your lips, adding pressure as his mouth cover yours. The kiss deepens and you slip your hands up his neck, one settling in his now dry hair.

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My Family - Tom Hiddleston one-shot

Request: Hello sweet angel child! Sorry to bother you bit I would like to make a request. The reader is a single mother of a 5 year old daughter and dating Tom Hiddleston. One day the biological father shows up and is being aggressive and Tom gets extremely protective over his girls.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Wordcount: 2,400+

A/N: Feedback is massively appreciated!

True and pure warmness fills your heart as you look out over the scene playing out before you. You’re standing against the kitchen island, cradling a coffee in your hands, a coffee that Tom had prepared for you. Tom and Agatha are sitting around the table, mindlessly drawing in one of her colouring books. You want to take a picture of this moment and frame it, so that’s what you decide to do. You reach for your phone in your back pocket, positioning it so that you caught the entire scene. The two doodlers didn’t look up from their drawings, and you let your gaze look at them lovingly for a few seconds more.

Tom came into your life when Agatha was only 2. That was nearly 4 years ago now, time really flies. You were young when you had her, but there wasn’t a question whether or not to become a mother. You had always wanted children, but not six months after graduating from university. And in your dream, your child’s father wasn’t an abusive-self-centred-arsehole. It was all worth it though, you would have gone through everything again for her.

You worked in production when you happened upon Tom. You were late one morning because Agatha had been sick for days, and you had to drive her over to your mother's house on the other side of London. With droopy and tired eyes you had wandered into the AD’s office, and Tom had been sitting there. His conversation with the art director and producer stopped in its tracks. They all greeted you in a normal manner, but Tom stood up and introduced himself and took your hand in his with the most utmost care, and kissed the top of it. He was the most beautiful soul you had ever met, and he adored you from the first second.

He kept his distance since you also did, there was a clear attraction between you two but no words of affection spoken. It took a few weeks for you to open yourself up to the possibility that Tom might actually like you. That maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t mind that you had a child. Tom sadly figured that you didn’t like him, and the two of you moved around on set moping about each other. It wasn’t until the production’s wrap that the two of you saw sense, and Tom immediately asked you out on a date.

After two months of dating, you told him, quite rightly, that you were a single mother. That her father was a horrible man, and he had never really been in the picture. You remember your pulse being really high. You were nervous because you were falling for Tom. It’s not all that easy to find a man who’d be willing to take that on. You were dead set on that he would say that it wouldn’t work, he’s often away filming or that he didn’t want children. Perhaps that he wanted his own. You prepared for the worst, but his whole face lit up. “I can’t wait to meet her.” he had said and you had nearly started bawling right there.

A year later you and Agatha had moved into Tom’s big flat in Belsize. He started to mention ‘his family’ in interviews, and of course, people were curious. Eventually, after two years of loving you and Agatha, he couldn’t keep his love for you out of the public. Although, it was something he tried to do, due to your private lives. He let it slip that his ‘daughter’ had drawn him as Loki and that it was the last time he cried of happiness. Graham Norton was in shock, and he said that he was glad that Tom had given him such a lovely exclusive piece of information. Tom had even shown the picture Agatha had drawn to the audience. He also mentioned that her mother is the most beautiful and loving person he’s ever met. He couldn’t wait to marry you. The crowd roared with excitement.

Tom looks at you while he helps Agatha down from the chair, she has had enough of drawing and runs towards her room, finding something else to play with. He moves closer to you and gives you a loving kiss, “I cherish these moments,” He says, “It’s so hard for me to be away from you two.” You look up at him and smile, “As long as you always come back. And that you fly us out so Aggy can run after her favourite Marvel characters,” Tom laughs, and folds his hands around your smaller frame. Suddenly there’s a hard knock on the door. Both of you look at each other, and then towards the front door again. “Are we expecting someone?” Tom asks as he walks towards the door. “No, I don’t think so. Who comes around at 10 in the morning a Saturday.” You say softly while picking up your coffee, letting Tom handle the door.

You see Tom’s entire frame stiffen as he looks out of the keyhole, he doesn’t move one inch as he calls for you, “Y/n! Call the police!” You nearly laugh out loud at this, what a ridiculous thing to say. “Funny, darling. Tell me who it is?” You take a sip from your cooling coffee. Tom moves away from the door, he moves carefully, nearly without sound. Like he was moving away from a ticking bomb. “What is the matter? Who is it?” You’re growing impatient now, and you’re feeling slightly confused. You leave your coffee mug on the kitchen island and nudge Tom away from the door opening.

You can feel all the colour drain from your face as you look through the keyhole. “Darren,” You whisper in absolute disbelief. Another loud knock makes both of you jump slightly. You hadn’t seen him since Agatha was 8 months old. “Y/n?” Echoes through the door and sends shivers down your spine. You’re not scared to see the man who put you through hell, you’re more in shock than anything else. It's like you had forgotten his existence. You look over your shoulder to Tom who mouths a ‘no’, because he knows what you’re thinking of doing. You’re thinking about opening the door. There’s silence for a few seconds before Darren speaks again, “Y/n, please, I know you’re home.” You have your hand on the lock, but you decide to speak to him before opening the door. “What do you want Darren?” Your tone is serious, nearly harsh. Tom stands behind you, as though he is guarding you. “I just want to speak to you, perhaps even see Agatha if she's there.” You huff, feeling yourself getting angry now. Why did he want to see her now? When he has never been interested in being her father before. You lean in to whisper to Tom, “Go get Agatha and go to our room.” Tom nods because he certainly doesn't want Darren to come close to his precious girl.

Tom considered himself to be her father, and so did you, and so did Agatha. You had mentioned to her that Tom wasn’t her biological father but it went over her head. Because Tom acted as a father and he was always around. You decided to not mention it to her again, that he wasn’t her father, to save her the confusion. Frankly, he was more of a father than most biological fathers are.

You hear Tom ask Aggy if she wants to watch some cartoons in the big bed, which she always wanted to do. You watch them as they trot through the apartment to the master bedroom. When the door was closed to the room you unlock the front door and was faced with Darren. ”Let’s make this quick,” You say as you block the doorway, so he can’t walk in. Before you can even react he pushes through you, his eyes looking around the apartment frantically. ”I didn’t invite you in, how dare you push into my flat like this?” You say, and cross your arms over your chest. You’ve taken so much grief from him for so many years, and right now you want to put him in his place. “You really did sleep your way to the top huh?” Darren says as he picks up a glass figurine from a nearby shelf.

You were fuming, but you kept your voice low. You didn’t want to alarm Agatha that something wasn’t right, and you certainly didn’t want Tom racing into the room. Because you knew he bore deep hatred towards the man now standing in your shared hall. ”What do you want Darren?” Your words are dripping with poison, and you can see the look of surprise on his face. You weren’t afraid of him anymore, and he could sense it. “Maybe, I wanted to see my kid.” He says nonchalantly, as he discards of the glass sculpture. What on earth is wrong with this man? “She’s not your kid.” You say, and you approach him, trying to nudge him towards the door. He doesn’t move, “I am her father, you and I both know it.” You want to slap him, but you refrain yourself from doing so. “She barely knows you exist. The father she knows is Tom. You and I both know that.” His jaw twitches, he’s angry now. You know he had seen on social media that his ex had found someone new, someone famous as well. You bet that annoyed him more. Since he hasn’t seen any sort of success in life.

”That famous fucker huh? I bet you love the money that comes with this new father you hauled in.” He looks disgusted when he spits out “new father.” You want him out of your house now. “I want you to leave right now, or I’ll call the police!” You can’t help yourself for yelling, thinking that it might scare him. He only grins.

Suddenly the door opens to the master bedroom, and Tom walks out with such purpose you think he’s going to hit the guy. “Oh, here he comes, the prince, the man of the house.” Darren lets out a laugh. You look over your shoulder to see Tom standing behind you, his face looks like thunder. “You heard Y/n. If you don’t leave now, we won’t hesitate to call the police.” His tone is serious and calm. Darren moves along into the kitchen but Tom is quick to stop him in his tracks. “You leave now, or we will call the police.” He says again. “You think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you? Stealing my kid and my wife.” You huff, he sounds absolutely ridiculous. “Wife? That’s new.” You say, “And Darren, she’s not your child. Not even a little bit. Not after what you’ve put us through. She might not know what you did to her mother, or how you kicked us out because you didn’t want us anymore. But I know, and you’re never going to be a father to her.” You’re crying now, you didn’t even realise.

Tom is fuming, he’s never been this angry and you can tell. This monologue seemed to stun Darren a little, he’s quiet for a few seconds, his anger now solely directed to Tom. You both flinch a little when he takes big steps towards the two of you, “You tucking bitch! And you, Tom Hiddleston, born with a silver spoon up your arse. You think you’re better than me? YOU think you’re better than me?” He gives Tom a hard poke in the chest, one that’ll probably leave a bruise. You’re ready to pounce, but Tom puts an arm out, stopping you in your tracks. 

”I know I am better than you,” His voice is now loud and it seems to be scaring Darren a little. Tom’s muscles are tight and he looks twice as big as before, “You think YOU can come in to our home and disrespect Y/n like this, after all, you have done,” Darren’s still quiet, “And then have the audacity to want to see Agatha whom YOU abandoned and haven’t seen since she was 1,” He points at Darren now, his hand is slightly shaking out of anger. “How dare you? How bloody dare you? This is my family and I will do everything in my power to keep them away from rotten souls like you,” Suddenly you hear a cry coming behind you. Quick as lighting you turn around and see Agatha standing in the creek of the door, tears running down her cheeks. She’s heard everything. Your heart breaks into a million pieces as you run to her and scoop her up. Tom’s eyes look away from Darren’s for an instance to give the two of you a glance, securing that Agatha was in your arms.

”You will leave now. And if I see you again there’s going to be a restraining order against you and believe me, I can ruin you if I wanted to. But I am a better man than you, I have morals and a goddamn heart,” Tom has lowered his voice but his tone makes Darren shutter. He knew that Tom had the power to do just what he said. Darren looks unsure of what to say. You’re standing back with Aggy, holding her tight as she asks who “the bad man is”

”You can have them, I don’t give a shit anyway.” He bolts for the door and slams it shut so hard you think it might shatter. As soon as Tom is sure that he isn’t coming back he rushes towards you two. He embraces you where you stand, “Don’t worry, he won’t ever set his foot anywhere near you again.” There are tears in Tom’s eyes as well because he hasn’t ever been so angry and simultaneously scared at the same time. He knew Darren was unpredictable, strong, and if he had decided to attack, Tom had feared that there wasn’t going to be much that he could do to stop him. His heart is hammering in his chest, "Tom, it's all right, look we're fine." Tom is torn from his thoughts, thoughts filled with bad endings to this situation. He looks down at Agatha, who's no longer crying, and then up at you. "God, I love you." He kissed you and then bends down to plant a kiss on Agatha's head.

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Tom Hiddleston for GQ Russia

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Hello sweet angel child! Sorry to bother you bit I would like to make a request. The reader is a single mother of a 5 year old daughter and dating Tom Hiddleston. One day the biological father shows up and is being aggressive and Tom gets extremely protective over his girls.

so goddamn cute! i’ll start this right away

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Home is You - Tom Hiddleston One-Shot

Request: Hi! I want one where Tom and the reader are friends with benefits. They both love each other but neither of them has a clue. Tom gets jealous because Tom finds out that she’s going on a date. And stuff happens in between but they end up together!!!!! Thank you, love your writing!

Word count: 3,815

A/N: I’d appreciate feedback as always!!! This might be a tad too long. 

Tom is looking at you with eyes you’ve never seen before and he’s talking with a voice he made up. He’s definitely not telling you the truth, but he’s not lying, he’s masking something. The talk between you is small talk, his tone nearly harsh. His gaze is odd, as though he feels indifferent. Like he didn’t know you at all- like he couldn’t care less. But the truth was that he did know you, inside out, he could map out your body in his mind and he often did when he wasn’t in London. He was sitting at the kitchen island and you were standing against the kitchen counter, your arms folded over your chest. The coffee was about ready and the steam was coming up from the top of the expensive machine. You didn’t even want the coffee anymore, you wanted to go home. ”You know that’s ready right?” Tom said rather harshly and pointed at the coffee machine. You didn’t answer you just turned your back and took out one of Tom’s mugs, the one you always used. You needed to ask him what was wrong, god knows that Tom is slightly passive aggressive but you usually weren’t. If there was something wrong he should tell you, granted you weren’t in a relationship but still. You’d actually never seen him like this, hunched over and nearly angry looking and it was directed towards you. 

The two of you had entered a friend with benefits agreement a year or so ago. The two of you were good friends beforehand and there weren’t any romantic feelings between you, so why not? Casual sex with someone you trust? It’s heaven until it’s not. Right now it’s not. You’d slept there and the two of you had eaten breakfast before the air changed drastically between the two of you. Tom was fine yesterday and this morning, his phone at gone off and then he’d been a mood. You turn towards him again, downing a bit of your coffee as if that would give you courage. ”What’s wrong? You’re acting like I stepped on your toes and didn’t say sorry,” You say and he looks up at you, “It’s nothing.” He looks down at his phone again, his angry tone still ringing in your ears. Maybe he’d read an article about himself, that stated something untrue. You’re growing irritated now, he’s usually honest about his feelings, or at least you think he is. He would tell you if it was something like a paparazzi photo that made him this way. ”You’re obviously upset about something.“ He says nothing, you really didn’t want Tom to turn out like the other guys that you had dated, but it was looking that way. Your analysis of this behaviour was that he didn’t want you there. It was a snap judgement but it stuck. “Nothing to say? You had a lot to say when your head was in between my thighs this morning.” You mutter and put the mug in the sink and walk out of the kitchen past Tom. 

You stomp into his bedroom and start collecting the few things you had in his flat. He could hear you cram your belongings down your bag and panic rose in him. He stands up and follows you, “What are you doing?” He says and he looks confused. You stop for a second and just stare at him, “What do you think?” He mutters, “Packing,” under his breath but he still seems confused to why you are doing it. ”You clearly don’t want me here, so I’ll just leave you alone.” You nearly spit it out, sounding evil and it wasn’t entirely your intention. He rushes to you, “What-I, I don’t want you to leave.” He doesn’t touch you because he can tell you’re angry. You throw the bag over your shoulder, ”Why are you playing games with me? You promised you wouldn’t, I thought you were d-“ He cuts you off, “I’m not, I don’t want you to leave. I just-” You walk past him into the hall to put on your shoes, you were really storming out. Tom had seen you angry many times but never at him, he didn’t really know what to do. ”Y/n! Come on!” He follows you, he’s still keeping a distance. “Let’s talk about this.” He says in a calm voice and you want to scream at him. “I tried to didn’t I? But you wouldn’t say a thing!” You say and raise your arms in irritation. Again, he doesn’t answer, “There’s something you’re not telling me, you’re acting like a totally different person from this morning. I’ll just leave, this isn’t working.” He flashes red in panic as he moves towards you, “No, it’s not like that. Please don’t.” 

He couldn’t tell you what was going on, this inner turmoil he was having. While you two were eating breakfast your mutual friend, Anthony had texted Tom and told him that he was planning on asking Y/n to his club opening tonight. He had casually asked him if it was okay with Tom. It wasn’t, not even a little bit. But Tom had said it was alright, he couldn’t have said differently. Tom couldn’t say that he was acting like an idiot because he was jealous. He wasn’t supposed to feel jealous, the two of you were friends who had sex. If he said he was jealous, you would ask him why he was jealous. And that would result in Tom being forced to tell you that he had fallen for you. How could he do anything else but love you? London had always been his home, but for the past year, you had been, London was just the place you lived in. He couldn’t tell you that. It wouldn’t ruin everything, Tom knew that. He wanted you, anyway he could have you, and this was the only way, as friends. You were clear when this "relationship” started that it couldn’t be anything else. Tom agreed because he’s not home that often. He wanted a relationship with you though, but he thought you deserved better, someone who was there for you, always. Someone who wouldn’t get your face splashed over every tabloid in town. 

You’re still standing in the hall, waiting for him to say something. You knew you were possibly overreacting, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to lose Tom, he was one of your closest friends. You wanted him, more than humanly possible, but you were only friends. Right? You were so confused and upset. You looked at him, running your eyes over his beautiful features, ”Just say it. I don’t know what we are doing anymore.” You finally say after a minute of silence, it was the most honest thing you could say without spilling too much. He looks at you with heavy eyes, “Say what? I don’t know what you want from me Y/n!” He snaps back, he always says your name when he’s being serious. He usually only calls you darling. 

Tears start to tickle your eyes, ”I want to know what’s going on with you! Why you’re being a different person, you don’t even sound like yourself! Bloody hell!” Your voice is loud now, but you’re not screaming just yet. Tom walks towards you, he inhales a deep breath and blows out slowly, buying his time. You close your eyes for a second so tears wouldn’t fall down your cheeks. This felt like the end, the indifference in his stare is no longer there though, it has been replaced by something else, something you can’t detect. ”Y/n, I-“ He stops himself and moves away from you. “Nothing, huh?” You say looking at him with defeat. He shakes his head and you head for the door. Tom didn’t stop you from leaving, it was better for you to end up with Anthony anyway. He felt a pang in his heart when the door shuts. He walks into the kitchen again and sits down. He throws his glasses on the island and covers his face with his hands. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath.

It’s been 10 minutes since you left his flat in Belsize Park, he didn’t know what to do. He knew if he called you that you wouldn’t answer. You’re about halfway home to Highgate by now, should he run after you?

You sigh at your reflection as you down your glass of wine, why the hell did you agree to this? You didn’t want to go out, you wanted to stay home and eat your feelings, but Anthony somehow talked you into going out tonight. Your mind was still on Tom, naturally. He had called you several times during the day but you couldn’t let yourself answer. You knew that if you would you’d break down and tell him the biggest secret you had. That you loved him. That you fell in love with him 8 months ago. That you can’t stand when he’s not in London. That your heart breaks a little bit every time you see photos of him with other women, famous women, beautiful ones. Maybe it’s better to let this go, to stop torturing yourself. You promised each other no feelings were to come into the equation. You couldn’t help yourself, how could you not fall for him? Half the world already has, why would you be immune? You’re jolted out of your thoughts when the doorbell rings. It must be Anthony. You stand up from your makeup desk and make your way through your small flat to let the man in. There’s a vague smile on your face as you greet him. “Hi, Y/n! You look wonderful.” He kisses you on the cheek. You say a thank you and put on your jacket over the black mini dress you chose to wear. It’s the dress that flatters you the most, but the one who likes it the most wasn’t going to be there to see it. You liked Anthony, he’s a good man. But when he asked you out a few hours ago you told him that this wouldn’t be a date, he didn’t seem to mind. 

There was a ton of people there. Anthony and his friends knew a lot of people, and they had seemly invited everyone to their club opening. You turn to Anthony as you walk into the dimly lit club, “You must be so proud, it looks beautiful.” He smiled at you and snakes his arm around your waist. You can barely muster a smile back at him, thinking about Tom. How he would never do such an act in public, from fear that the paparazzi would snap photos of you two being intimate. The world simply knew you as one of Tom Hiddleston’s friends and he wanted to keep it like that. At the beginning that’s what you wanted too, but now it’s far from it. “You okay?” You’re brought back from your gloomy thoughts by Anthony. “Yes-I, I’m good.” You say back to him putting on a soft smile. “You’re awfully quiet.” He mutters and leads you through the closet and payment area to the big bar, that extended through the hole gigantic room. ”Can I get you a drink?” Anthony asks as the two of you sit down. ”Long Island ice tea please.” You tell Anthony who then told the bartender who looks more like a model that a mixologist. 

The music was loud and it wasn’t music you enjoyed, this is going to be a long night. “You know, I’m happy you agreed to come with me tonight. I haven’t seen much of you as of late. Maurice and his fella will be here soon, he actually said something that puzzled me,“ Anthony took a gulp of his drink, he was talking close to your ear now. “He said you were seeing Tom. Which I, I mean I didn’t know that, but then you agreed on going out with me.” He paused and looked at you with soft eyes, “I’m just happy that you’re here.” You’re cursing yourself, you shouldn’t have said yes to this. You didn’t want to hurt Anthony’s feelings by saying no, but now you’re going to hurt his feelings by giving him the wrong impression. ”I wouldn’t have missed it, you’ve worked so hard for this.” It wasn’t really what he wanted to hear but it seemed like it would have to do. “It’s crazy how many people are here! Absolutely crazy!” Anthony said as he looked around the club. 

People were dancing now and everyone seemed to have a pretty good time. You smiled at Anthony that had raised his glass, you did too, “Cheers!” You yell out getting a few excited yells back in your direction. Suddenly Maurice and his boyfriend were at the bar as well, their energy level high and you got swept up in that. Also all of a second there was about 12 shots before the 4 of you. ”Let’s get your party on girl!” Maurice yells and shakes your shoulders. You didn’t really want to be here. But you were here, so you had to do the best of the situation, and the best bet was to get drunk. A solution to your sadness about Tom was forgetting about it for a couple hours. Alcohol helps you forget but you’re pretty sure you’d end up forgetting your known name before you forgot his. But that’s what you decide to do. 

"I’m not wearing a fucking tie,” Tom mutters as he takes it off and throws it into the closet again. You weren’t answering his calls, so he decided to venture down to Southwark to Anthony’s new club. He was invited to attend but wasn’t planning on going before this whole thing with you happened. Clubs weren’t really his thing. Now it was the only way to get to you, he wants to talk to you, he had something to tell you. Tom had called his sister, Emma, to discuss all of this. She had called him an idiot, and he agreed that he indeed had been just that. Emma was a good friend of yours, and you had implied to her on a few occasions that you were in love with her brother. Of course, Emma didn’t tell Tom that, she figured he’d find that out himself soon rather than later. After talking to his sister for about 40 minutes he had decided that he was going to tell you how he feels. The final sentence Emma had said also made his decision even more set in stone. She had said, “Can’t you see that you are perfect for each other.”

Tom was dressed in some slacks, a t-shirt and a blazer, nothing too flashy. This mission wasn’t a red carpet event and he doesn’t care what he looks like. He just wants to get to you before Anthony does. He jumps out of the cab and he gives the driver a generous tip for getting him down there so quick. There’s a lot of people inside and outside and of course, a few paparazzi photographers standing here and there. As soon as they see Tom they start yelling, “Tom! Here! Look here!” Usually, he is rather patient with them but not tonight. “I’m sorry, I’m in a rush,” He simply says to the ones standing nearest. He gently pushes aside people so he can make his way into the bar, where he’s guessing you are. 

“You’re quiet tonight girly, not like you.” Maurice’s boyfriend David says. You’re tipsy, edging on becoming drunk, and still, all you can think about is Tom. David shakes you a little, to try and awaken some sort of party spirit in you. “I-well, Tom and I had a fight, or well, I-” You downed another shot before continuing, the harsh liquid making your eyebrows furrow. “That bad huh?” David says, his voice now softer, realizing that you’re actually quite sad. “We’ve been having sex, right, and now it’s different, I-” You stopped yourself, you shouldn’t be telling him this. You should be telling Tom this. To your surprise, David laughs, “Let me guess, you love him and he loves you, but you’re both too scared to tell each other!” David says loudly. The music was really a bit too loud. “He doesn’t love me.” You say back with your head hanging low. 

Tom sees you instantly, you and the others are sitting just as you come into the club. He stops for a second, he breathes in a few deep breaths. There are loads of people around you, the bar was crowded but he only had eyes on you. Tom’s heart aches as he watches you. Your shoulders are slumped and there’s sadness in your eyes as you talk to Maurice’s boyfriend. Tom couldn’t remember his name, but right now that didn’t matter. As he walks closer he can hear you say that you want to go home.

With a dizzy head, you look up, past David, and your eyes meet Tom’s blue ones, that often got mistaken for green. But you knew their true colour. You’d looked into them so many times and said it was like looking at the goddamn ocean. “Tom,” You say with a voice that only he knew, “What are you doing here?” He moves closer as David stands up giving Tom his chair. He sits down next to you, and looks at you with apologetic eyes, “I needed to talk to you, I shouldn’t have let you leave until I told you something I’ve been meaning to say, something important,” He’s sporting a smile now, a small one. You’re not smiling back at him though, the alcohol in your blood is making you feel dizzy. Tom takes notice of your bleary eyes. “Are you alright, Darling?” He’s calling you darling now, “You’re not angry with me anymore,” You smile a little, and you can’t help but slur your words just the slightest. “I wasn’t angry with you earlier, I was just upset and-” Tom shakes his head, “It’s really loud here-” You cut him off, “You called me Y/n nearly fifty times, you never do that-I, I think you were angry. Your voice was harsh.” He shakes his head again, “I’m so sorry about that, I-please can we go outside, I can barely hear over this music.” You just nod, standing up and simply walking out. Tom has to sprint after you, and his hand finds the small of your back. 

There’s a lot of people and you’re not walking very straight. Tom helps you hold your balance though. Both of you finally make your way outside, and the cold air is refreshing. “Y/n?” You’re not looking at him, you’re looking down at your shoe. “The fucking laces.” You say as you’re about to kneel down on the dirty tarmac to tie them. Quick as lighting Tom is kneeling down, “No, let me,” He ties them because he fears that you would fall over if you tried to. By now you’d forgotten why you went outside in the first place. Tom also didn’t want to proclaim his love for you here, around all these drunk people. “I, home, I’d like to go home.” You say as you shiver a little, the cold air now not feeling that refreshing anymore. “Of course, darling, let’s go get us a cab and I’ll get you home.” He snakes his arm around your waist holding you tight, as you walk towards the cabs parked a few hundred meters away. 

It’s when you’re driving over the Blackfriars Bridge when you decide to speak. The two of you had been quiet for a couple of minutes. Your head was leaning on Tom’s shoulder, and his arm was around your smaller frame, just holding you. “What happened to you this morning?” You ask him in a sheepish voice. Tom squeezes you slightly, “I found out Anthony liked you,” And with that, you piece it all together, the message Tom got was from Anthony. You decide to let him continue talking so that you weren’t speaking out of term. The car pulls off the bridge and continues down the A201. “I acted like I did because,” He clears his throat, “Because I don’t want you to be with Anthony, I want you to be with me.” You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom was faster, “I shouldn’t have said it was okay for him to ask you out, I should have told him-” He stumbles on his words, “Should have told him that I am the one who’s supposed to take you out on dates, that I’m the one you wear that dress for,” He shakes his head again, a small smile tugs at his lips. “I’ve practised how I was going to tell you this so many times, but now when I’m about too, I’m at a loss for words.” You’re sitting up now, looking at him with wide eyes, “Tell me what? Tell me what Tom?” His hand is now on the side of your jaw, and none of you takes notice that you’re not in this car alone. “That I love you. That I’ve known that I loved you after I came home from shooting Ragnarok. I wanted to come home to you, I didn’t care about my flat or London. I just wanted to be where you were.” He’s got tears in his eyes and so do you, but you let out a laugh, and there’s a flash of fear in Tom’s eyes. “We’re so stupid. We wasted so many days,” You shake your head, and then you say the words you’ve been trying to suppress for the last 8 months and apparently so has Tom, “I love you too.” Tom grins from ear to ear, and puts his hand on his heart. A few tears escape his eyes as he smiles, “I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that. Let’s not waste another day.” And the two of you pull each other close for a passionate kiss. 

The cab driver announced that he’s outside the address Tom had given him. For the past 15 minutes, Tom and you had discussed why you had failed to mention that you were in love with each other. You thank the cab driver and open the door to exit the vehicle. You look over at Tom who’s not immediately following you, “Come on. I know my flat isn’t as impressive as yours, but you’re not dragging me down to Belsize now. I’m tired.” Tom flashes a grin as you let out a tipsy giggle, “I was just waiting for you to invite me in.” He follows you out and pays the driver. 

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Superstar: Tom Hiddleston One-shot

Request: Can you please write one where y/n arrives on set and she’s super poorly but insisting she’s fine but Tom takes her back to his trailer and takes care of her, and that’s, eh like, when he knows that he has fallen in love with her!

Word count: 1,500

Tom was watching y/n from the corner of his eye, trying to concentrate on what the director, Taika, was telling him. He could hear the man talk but his main concern was focused on you. Tom, who never was unprofessional, interrupted Taika’s charming New Zealand drawl, “Is y/n okay?” He asks him since he hadn’t spoken to you today but Tom knew Taika had since you are his personal assistant. ”She came in here this morning, looking like death warmed up. She insisted she was alright.” Taika said, and Tom nodded, ”Of course she did,” He crossed his arms across his chest in disbelief to you being, alright. Both of their eyes locate you. You’re standing against a door frame, your face flushed and your eyes half open, breathing heavily as though you weren’t getting enough air. You didn’t look good, at all.

The pair of them began to walk over to you, just abandoning what they had been doing previously. Your head was still in your one hand, your fingers curled around your cheek. Almost like you were dizzy and needed to hold your head up manually. You didn’t even notice the two men before they stood close to you. Tom let out a slight cough, to make you aware of them, this made you jump and let out a little curse. God, you were dizzy. Your glazed eyes met theirs, “Tom,” You try holding back a cough that made your next words jagged, “Taika, you gave me quite the fright.” They don’t say a word.

Tom was worried now for real. You had a reputation on set for hardly using anyone’s real names, you had an array of nicknames for everyone. Well, everyone who you were close to. And you were close to Tom and Taika, and you had just said their first names. Usually, you’d call Taika, Newbie because he was from New Zealand, and also T-bone, simply because it was funny. But everyone’s personal favourite was the very informative, Mr Director Man. Tom, you called a bundle of pet names such as honey, darling boy, pebble. Tom liked all of them and would grin every time you called him one of these.

The one he disliked though was "superstar" because he wasn’t quote-unquote a superstar at all. In which you commented that you could always set up a twitter poll and see that he was wrong. Tom exclusively called you darling or y/n, because he thought your name was beautiful and you told him he was being unimaginative. This vibrate personality of yours wasn’t at display at the moment, not even the slighted. “Why are you two staring at me? I don’t like it.” You say to the two men, your nose is as stuffy as its ever been. ”You don’t look too good y/n.” Tom finally said and put his hand on your shoulder, to both steady you and to show you he was being serious. “You need to go home and get some rest,” You hear Taika agree with Tom. ”It’s just a cold, don’t be silly I’ll be alright, I need to-“ Tom interrupted, “No, the only thing you need to do is rest, you’re sick y/n. I say this with the kindest words I can find, but darling, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so pale and simultaneously flush as you are now,” Taika again doesn’t say anything but simply lets out an 'mmm' to show his agreement to Tom’s statement.

”I don’t even have a temperature, I checked this morning,” You lean forward and grab Tom’s hand, and bring it up to your forehead, “See, I’m alright.” Tom made a grimace, and brought his hand down to his side again, “You’re absolutely burning up y/n!” You had crossed your arms over your chest now, slightly annoyed. ”Really, y/n, everything’s under control here, you called everyone you had on the list, right, and sorted out that other thing,” Taika said and looked at you with pity, “You’re saying nobody would miss me huh?” You say and were about to walk away from them when Tom catches your smaller frame, “Let me at least escort you to my trailer, you can have a nap and I get you some flu medicine. Then, if you don’t feel any better, I will drive you home and see that you've checked out.” Tom’s tone is serious but very loving, “Does that sound alright?” He asks you and you two make eye contact, “All right, I yield! Take me to my death bed.” You say dramatically as you begin to stomp away, towards the trailers, leaving Tom to follow you. Although your fast pace suddenly came to a halt when you started coughing up one of your lungs. “Hey, steady there superstar,” Tom had caught up with you and had now snaked his hand around your waist. “Funny.” You muttered and the both of you continued to walk.

You didn’t say two words to Tom the entire time, it took around 5 minutes to leave set and walk over to the trailers. As from nowhere you hear a chuckle, you look up at Tom in confusion. He smiles down at you, “What’s so funny pebbles?” Your tone is slightly annoyed, “Only you could be angry with someone for helping them. And here I was thinking you had some tenderness for me in your heart.” Why does he have to sound like a goddamn play all the time? “Of course I do Shakespeare but I feel like microwaved rat vomit,” Tom let out a shriek, “You feel like what?” He said baffled, laughing. “You heard me, and I just hate being sick, and I hate being a nuisance. Like now, I’ve forced the star of the show from the set, and what if I get you sick, bloody hell-” Tom stopped you, “You’re never a nuisance, my darling. I’ll happily nurse you back to health all my life. Also, I’ve got an immune system like steel,” You blush, and Tom slings his arms around your shoulder, your head landing under his chin.

There wasn’t anyone who didn’t know that the both of you were mad for each other, well everyone knew it except for the two of you. Ironic as it sounds. Tom had been pining over you since he met you, which was 6 months since. From the start, you had hit it off, at every meeting you’d just automatically sit together. You were very beautiful, and Tom had let it slip one too many times during these 6 months. He has called you angelic once and you remember your heart nearly exploding. After around a month and a half, let’s say two, it was flirtation city. Both you and Tom were quick-witted and creative with your responses and comments for each other. This ongoing flirt battle had everyone in stitches. Tom would often eat his lunch in your office, and you would eat your late dinner in his hotel room. “It’s actually weird that they haven’t boned yet.” Tessa had commented, and Chris Hemsworth had agreed. Just a few weeks ago Chris had said,“Just marry her already man!” Out of frustration when Tom was babbling on about you.

Tom had successfully ushered you into the trailer and ordered you to get under the covers. He tried his very hardest not to let his eyes roam your body when you changed into one of his soft cotton t-shirts. He was now sitting on the side of the bed, watching you sniffle, “Thank you, I'd probably be keeling over right about now if I had stayed.” You chuckled a little and Tom smiled a wholesome smile. “You don’t have to thank me, darling. Try and get some rest, I’ll be back in a few hours. And then I’ll be all yours, and this terrible thing will be gone,” He laughed and tugged on his black extensions. You laugh, “You know, I like it. It’s sexy.” You say as you let out a yawn and Tom raised an eyebrow smirking. "You say that at least once a day, y/n, tell me something I don't know." Tom hear you giggle a little, but after that, you're sound asleep. There's a slight frown on your face, which Tom finds absolutely adorable. He finds himself sitting on the side of the bed just watching you. He's delighted to see the flush on your face calm down, meaning that the paracetamol he gave you was working. He wishes he could get under the covers with you, but he was needed back on set. Actually, he wanted nothing more than to be laid beside you, only getting up when you wanted some water or tea. As he walked out of his trailer, he decided that he was going to tell you something you didn't know when he came back. He was going to tell you that he had fallen in love with you and that he had been praying that you had fallen for him too.

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Can you please write one where y/n arrives on set and she’s super poorly but insisting she’s fine but Tom takes her back to his trailer and takes care of her, and that’s, eh like, when he knows that he has fallen in love with her!

will be posting this today! the dream isn't it, to have Tom care for ye? xx

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Tom Hiddleston cover poster - 1883 Magazine

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Oh, So Much Hiddles Nonsense!

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Love of my Life

Request: Tom accepting an award and thanking you during his acceptance speech and what happens after the award ceremony.

A/N: There’s no such film, just made it up. This is such tooth-sickening fluff!!!

Word count: 1,490

”I’m really going to fall in these shoes and break all my bones,” You looked down at your feet and back up at Tom who looked at you with amusement, ”Do I need to wear heels? I have those other shiny low cut Dr Martens ones. You know, the ones with a chunky sole,” Tom can tell you’re frustrated but he doesn't comment on it since he knows that doesn’t help. “I’ve told you, you can wear anything you like. Everything is entirely up to you,” He moves closer to you and snakes both his arms around your waist, “But I think you look absolutely fabulous when you’re not breaking all your bones,” You smile at him, “Chunky shoes it is then, and now the dress, let's see here,” You walk towards your wardrobe, and Tom let out a frustrated groan, because you had been stressing around with your award outfit for the past three hours. And he could think of more fun things to do with you. But it was only a halfhearted groan though because he loved actually when you tried on clothes for him and asking him for his opinion. In which he would often say that it didn’t matter what he thought, but you always insisted it did. He felt honoured that someone like you would ask him for advice.

”Well, you didn’t have to invite me. You could have gone alone, looking dapper as always.” You say a bit annoyed following his groan, but only because you couldn’t figure out what to wear. Tom looked at you with a confused stare for a moment but then he just chuckled, “Don’t be silly, I want to show you off. The future misses Hiddleston,” He says as he kisses you softly. He’s even more confused when you will look a bit annoyed after his sweet kiss. ”What makes you think I’m taking your name?” You say and put your hands on your hips, making Tom nervous, a smile starts tugging at your lips. You’re joking, and he notices this because he knows you like the back of his hand, or perhaps even better. He wraps you up in his strong arms, “You know darling, I’d happily take your name.”

The cameras where blinding. Absolutely blinding. “I might go blind, how do you stand this light.” You whisper to Tom as you walk down the red carpet, stopping ever so often to pose. It felt awfully unnatural to you, and you felt like maybe the photographers would have preferred if you weren’t there. But Tom preferred having you there, and that was enough to calm your anxiety. As you near the entry of the enormous auditorium the two of you stop just once more. The flashes seem to be coming from every direction. And then Tom does something that makes everyone roar with excitement. He leans in towards you and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. Tom hovers your lips for a few seconds, nearly as if he wanted every photographer to have time to take a photo of you two. Tom wanted everyone to know that he was yours and you were his.

Your heart was pumping out of your chest, Tom had won. Tom had won a goddamn Golden Globe. You could see the surprise in his eyes that were wide and filling up with tears, happy ones. He hadn’t thought he would win, he had told you that several times after finding out he was nominated. But you had assured him and nobody stood a chance this year, not after his heartfelt performance earlier that year for the film Good Grief. Tom stumbled to his feet and dragged you up with him. He gave you such a hug you thought he’d never let you go. But alas he did, but not before planting a kiss on your lips. You whispered, “I knew you’d win baby.” And you look up at him with starry eyes and nudge him forward to the stage.

Tom’s nearly out of breath when he comes up on stage. His mouth is in a wide grin, his eyes crinkled. Scarlet Johansson gives him the award and Tom kisses her cheek, saying a bunch of thanks yous, not nothing that can be heard. ”Wow,” He looks out in the crowd, looking for your face but you’re far away and he can’t locate you. “I am so honoured, truly. This film means a lot to me, it means a lot to everyone who was involved and I hope it will mean a lot to all of you too. This is a story that needed to be told, and I feel privileged and tremendously proud to be part of the telling of it.” One of his hands is holding up the golden miniature stature and the other hand is over his heart. 

He looks so happy, there are only a few times you’ve seen that joy that is now displayed on his face. One of the times was when you said yes to his marriage proposal a few months back. He continued, “I’d like to thank David Halloway for bringing all of us together and succeeding to make this beautiful film. I’d also like to thank my fiancé, y/n. The love of my life, who’s probably going to tell me I’m being embarrassing,” There’s roaring laughter and a camera pans towards you and you hide your laugh behind your hands. Tom looks over his shoulder to see your face on the big screen to his right, he lets out a delighted laugh as he turns to the crowd again, “Told you,” He said as more laughter filled the room, “In all honesty, y/n, darling. I wouldn’t have been able to stand up here if it wasn’t for you. You push me to my limits and I’m so grateful for you. I love you.” Your tear-filled eyes are once again showed on the big screen, you mouth out an “I love you, too” and people start clapping as Tom excites the stage and begins to walk towards you again

After the award ceremony is over it’s time for the much talked about after party. Tom was walking close to you, his hand on the small of your back, the lace of your dress beautiful against his black velvet suit. “Baby,” He calls for your attention, you look up at him and he continues. ”Anytime you want to leave, just say the words.” You smiled at him, “I want at least three dances with you, Mr Astair before I leave." This makes Tom swoon and dramatically take your hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it. He loved dancing with you, you compliment his moves to well. “And a drink or ten.” You say wiggling your eyebrows at him and he just swings his arm around your shoulder, while sporting a boyish grin.

You’re currently watching Tom and Chris Evans taking over one part of the dance floor. Their routine was something you hadn't seen before, it must have been created last year when they filmed Civil War. Their movements were smooth and slightly seductive and Tom was solely fixed on you. You laughed at loud when he thrust his hips towards you and did a sprinkler motion with his arms.

At the beginning of your relationship, you had doubts, naturally. He had just finished filming The Night Manager, so back in 2015, when he met you. He was transfixed with you within ten minutes of conversation. Absolutely head over heels. But you weren't quite sure why this world-renowned actor was trying to court you. You were oblivious to his advances at first. He was such a gentleman, and you weren't used to that at all. He actually looked at you and listened as his life depended on it, he didn't just wait for you to stop talking so he could talk. He sent you flowers, and cars to pick you up when he couldn't come to get you because he knew you didn't like to take the underground at night. It didn't take that long for him to make you fall in love with him, for him to assure you he wasn't false. He had said it many times that that was his greatest achievement, making you love him. You always blushed like mad when he said that and brushed it off with saying, "What about your goddamn career," In which he would shrug, smile and kiss you.

He was singing loudly now in your direction, Karen Gillan was sitting next to you, laughing along. "I think he likes you," She said in her soft Scottish accent. "Yeah? You think?" You wink at her and take a sip from your drink, "You think I should ask him for a dance?" You say pointing to Tom as if you didn't know him at all. Karen laughed, "Go for it lass," She said nudging you towards the handsome man, your handsome man.

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Request: Tom accepting an award and thanking you during his acceptance speech and what happens after the award ceremony.

YES!! i’ll start this straight away

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Coffee Girl - Tom Hiddleston One-Shot

Request: “imagine for Tom where he has seen y/n everywhere only to find her working in his favourite cafe in london! and they fall madly in love”

Word count: 1,259

Tom was relieved to be home. London was beautiful during the summer and he needed some peace after filming for 4 months. The quiet was, however, harder to find in the borough of Camden. Tom walked calmly through the streets of Belsize with the sole purpose of visiting his favourite cafe. When he was home in London he was there once a day for coffee and a sweet treat if he fancied it. He saw the corner of the cafe and a smile spread across his face. He opened the door and was greeted by the familiar scent of coffee and cinnamon. Maria, a middle age woman who owned the cafe smiled when she saw him.

“Good to have you back Tom!” She said as he walked up to the counter. Suddenly Tom was aware of a woman standing off to the side, behind the counter. She was immensely familiar, although he had never seen her in this environment before. He had seen her everywhere else though. In that week he had been home he had seen her on the tube, at the supermarket by his house and at the park where he had passed her while she was reading. He had seen you everywhere, or at least that’s what it felt like. He had smiled at you, and you had smiled back on these occasions. Every time he had been transfixed with your features. He couldn’t say that you were a classic beauty, but you were more a modern beauty. Pale skin, striking eyes, hair that made all your features stand out, and a bright smile. He thought you looked extraordinary, and he hadn’t quite seen anything like you before. You must live close by, and you must have arrived in town while he was away.

 He was snapped back from his thoughts when Maria called out his name, “You in there Tom?” He could feel himself blush. “Yes, sorry I was just-“ He shook his head and smiled, “My mind is elsewhere today it seems,” His eyes flicker to you, and you smile at him. Suddenly the phone in the back starts to ring, “Oh dear, I must excuse myself. Y/n please tend to this wonderful gentlemen.” Maria smiles at you and back at Tom who’s heart is beating in his ears. You walk forward to the front disk, ”What can I get for you, sir?” Tom's heart sank a little, you probably didn’t recognise him. “I’ll have a coffee with a dash of milk, and a lemon drizzle.” He smiles at you.

“We sure have been seeing a lot of each other.” You smile as you put his cake on a plate. Tom’s tightened muscles relax and he lets out a delighted laugh. “I was just about to say. Are you knew to Belsize?” You nod, “Moved here three months back. I used to live in Lambeth. Before that in Los Angeles, didn’t quite like it there though, so much pressure to be-“ You stopped yourself, “I didn’t mean to ramble, that’ll be 9,50, cash or card?” Tom didn’t want you to stop taking, he wanted to know everything about you. He didn’t want to seem pushy, so he just said “Card” and paid.

There was heavy rain outside today, thank goodness it was warm. It had been a few days since Tom had seen you and he could think of little else. The doorbell rang as he walked inside the nearly empty cafe. You were sitting on a stool behind the disk, reading. “Slow day?” Tom said as he startled you, “I’m sorry, Y/n didn’t mean to scare you.” You close the book and stand up, smiling as you fix your apron. “No worries sir, it's my entirely my fault. Shouldn’t be reading on the job, at least not a book that hooks you in and doesn’t let you go.” You spoke with confidence but there was a slight blush to your cheeks. ”Call me Tom.” He offered and you nodded, “Sorry, Tom. What would you like?” A smile lingered on his lips. “Just a coffee, and a dash of milk.”

The sun was high on the sky, and it warmed your back as you wiped down the tables outside the coffee shop. ”Good afternoon, Y/n.” A voice said behind you, a voice that you had memorised. You spun around and smiled at the man who had captured your attention. “You’re 10 minutes late.” You said looking down at your watch, “I was about to send out a search party.” Tom laughs, “Meetings ran late.” He explains, “Well then, let me get you some coffee,” You said as you walked inside the cafe.

For the 3 weeks, Tom had made sure he arrived at the cafe at 3 a clock, that’s when you had the least to do and could have a chat with him. He looked forward to it every day, some days he just couldn’t make it and it pained him. He figured that it was probably your smile that gave him the energy to continue the day and not the coffee. You walked behind the counter, Tom noticed your furrows brows and nervousness rose in him. ”You know,” You turned to scoop up some coffee grinds to put into the machine while you talked, “Something peculiar happened last night.” Tom listened intensely, “I was forced down to the city, I never venture past Camden Lock very regularly but this friend is visiting me,” You shook your head and let out a laugh, in a similar fashion he often did, “And she wanted to see Piccadilly Circus, naturally that’s the most visited place in London isn’t it and there’s nothing like it up in Leeds,” Tom smiles at you, but he was getting a little impatient. He knew that this story probably was about him, somehow. Because you often didn’t bring something up if it didn’t have relevance to the situation, to your ongoing conversation with him. You noticed his stare and blushed the slightest, ”Sorry, I’ll get to the point. Well, as we were walking up Windmill Street and a double-decker passes us, and your face is covering it entirely!” Tom starts to panic a bit, he hadn’t told you he was famous, he had assumed that you knew who he was. Which now he felt awful about, he felt like a stuck up star. 

”When were you going to mention that you’re a world-renowned actor?” His eyes haven’t left yours, they never do when you’re talking to him. “I’m going to sound like an idiot but I thought you knew, I-maybe, I’m sorry Y/n.” There was a sincerity to his voice and you just laughed. “My friend sure did know who you were though! She wouldn’t shut up about it all night, going on about some raven-haired man that quote-unquote made her ovaries hurt.” 

You were smirking at him now, and Tom was bright red. ”Loki,” He said as he laughed, looking down at the counter where your hands were nearly touching. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in anything,” You’re now smirking big and looking into his cricked eyes, “But a raven-haired,  god of mischief doesn’t sound too bad.” Tom let out a throaty laugh, his cheeks still stained crimson. ”I’m making an actor blush, must be doing something right in my mundane life,” You joke and lean forward, pushing his coffee and a surprise cake in front of him. He smirks, “There’s nothing mundane about you darling. Nothing at all.”