#hiddlesfic

[justthehiddleswrites]

French Toast | Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

A/N: Another request! This was from @needmorereading​  some dad!Tom content? Fluffy or smutty it's really up to you, maybe some pregnancy fluff? I went pure fluff.  oh and special shoutout to @lokifae42​ for helping with some details in this story.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (But really it is more about Tom and his child.)

Summary:  Tom wakes early one morning to make breakfast and gets a little helper.

Warnings:  Excessive fluff, mentions of pregnancy.

AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND FOR READING, TAGLISTS REMAIN OPEN! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED!

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Tom slipped out of bed early that morning, making sure his alarm was off so you could sleep. You needed the sleep having worked hard this whole week. His feet padded against the hardwood floor as he made his way to their newly renovated kitchen.

“What to make? What to make?” Tom muttered to himself as he stood in front of the open fridge.

“Fwench toast!” A tiny, squeaky voice called out from the hallway. 

Tom smiled as a little girl with brown curls toddled into the kitchen. Her curls smooshed against the side of her head and tucked under her arm was her beloved arctic fox plushie, Tom picked up last time shooting on location.

“There’s my Maddie bug!” Tom leaned down to scoop her up into his arms. He kissed both of her cheeks. “Want to help make breakfast with Daddy?”

Maddie nodded her head. “Fwench toast!” she repeated, her little arm shooting up into the air as she made a triumphant fist. 

Tom chuckled as he placed her on the floor. “French Toast it is. Go grab your stool, darling.” He watched as Maddie toddled towards her stool and then turned to grab milk and eggs from the fridge. 

“Weady!!” Tom whipped around to find Maddie next to the stove, wearing her apron. 

“Indeed, you are, little chef.” He kissed the top of her head. “Can you grab the bread for me?” He pointed to a loaf on the counter as he turned the hob on and placed a frying pan on it. 

With an outstretched arm, Maddie reached for the bread, just missing it. She crawled onto the counter and snagged the bread. 

“You are as bad as your mother, darling.” Tom chuckled. “Climbing on the counters. Do you I put things in places you can’t reach?” He cracked several eggs into a bowl along with milk.

Maddie nodded her head. “No, no, Daddy. Bad daddy.” Her face fell into a pout that was the spitting image of her mother.

“You should tell your mum later. She’ll have to punish me.” He grabbed the spices. “Cinnamon.” He handed her the jar. 

Maddie opened the jar and stuck her nose into it, leading to her sneezing, sending a cloud of cinnamon onto Tom’s shirt. 

“Madison Hiddleston!” Tom’s face pinched into mock anger. “You did that on purpose!” 

Maddie giggled at first before turning serious, hands on her hips. “Did not!”

“Did too!” 

“DID NOT!” She stomped her foot. “Apologize!” 

Tom scoffed before wrapping his arms around his daughter. “I’m sorry, Maddie bug. Now let’s make breakfast.”

She smiled and giggled as Tom’s beard tickled her neck. “No beard, Daddy!”

“You are one of the few people who would say that.” He soaked the bread in the mixture after Madison added the cinnamon and before long there was a plate piled high with slices of French toast. Tom cooked up some eggs and bacon while Maddie ate the first slices, sitting on the counter. Tom hopped up beside her, his own plate in hand. 

“I thought we agreed no sitting on the counter.” You grumbled as you stepped into the kitchen, half smiling. You rubbed your hands over your swollen belly, nearing 7 months later that month. 

Tom’s smile fell as he slid off the counter, holding his plate. “It was Madison’s idea.” He pointed at her, winking at you.

“WAS NOT! HE’S LYING, MUMMY!” Maddie pouted, not seeing the wink.

You marched up to Tom and jabbed a finger in his face, belly bumping him. “You lying about this poor sweet innocent girl luring you into breaking the rules, Hiddleston?” 

Maddie smiled a wide, toothy grin, two of her teeth missing. 

Tom pretended to consider his options but hanging his head, checking to make sure Madison was watching. “I was, darling. It was my idea. I was a naughty pea.” 

Maddie’s giggle was the perfect reward. You playfully swatted at Tom’s ass, only to have him scoot out of the way. You placed your hands on your hips. 

“You’ll pay for that!” You went to do it again. Tom scooped up Maddie, chuckling. 

“You wouldn’t hit a man holding your only child, would you? Not your precious daughter?”

Maddie giggled uncontrollably in Tom’s embrace. You stepped towards him. “Don’t be so sure, Hiddleston. She is your partner in crime.”

Tom placed Maddie on the floor. “Run, darling, she’ll never catch us. TO THE PLAY ROOM!!” And he took off down the hallway with Maddie toddled behind him, but not before grabbing her plushie.

“Wait for me, Daddy!” 

You shook your head as you heard screams of delight and giggles from down the hall. 

“Don’t be like them. They set such a poor example.” You said to your belly, rubbing it while fixing yourself a plate of French toast. There was a small kick to your ribs in response.

“Traitors, all of you.” you mused, eating some bacon.

[little-diable]

Theatre nights - Tom Hiddleston (fluff/smut)

Request by anon: Hey, how are you doing?😊🌠 I thought i Saw a while back that we could request for Tom hiddleston so i hope i Saw that right😊 can you write a smutty Imagine where he and the reader are doing it for the first time with eachother and the reader is a little shy and nervous and Tom is all Sweet? I hope this is alright 😊🌠🌟

Thank you for the request lovie. This is my first Tom imagine, so I hope you like it just as much as I do. Enjoy my loves. xxx

“Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make-” Tom began to stutter, trying to search for the words, (y/n)s eyes were focused on his script, she was sitting on his kitchen island, legs dangling over the edge. 

He shot her a desperate look, Tom ran a hand through his curls.

“Love known,” (y/n) whispered, giggling as he nuzzled his forehead into the crook of her neck, exhaling against her skin. “Let’s take your mind off this for a few minutes, alright?” She began to massage his neck.

Tom watched her hop down from the island, she began to prepare some tea for him, not noticing the way his eyes were intensely watching her. (Y/n) and Tom had been dating for a few weeks by now, they had met through mutual friends and had instantly clicked. She was quite a few years younger than him, something Tom would forget about from time to time, they had been taking things slow, Tom wasn’t in a hurry and (y/n) certainly wasn’t as well. 

Even though they had been going at it for a few weeks, Tom had a hard time drowning out his rather dark thoughts, the way he’d have to stop his hands from wandering down her body, the way he’d have to bite down the moans, that would tumble out of him as soon as they’d make out on his sofa, careful not to overstep any invisible lines and boundaries. 

“Here you go,” (y/n) placed the cup next to him, she sat down on the other end of his sofa, legs placed in his lap. “Nervous?” She asked him, knowing that his premier was coming up in less than four days. 

“Not really, as long as you’ll be near, I’ll be fine,” he ran his hands up and down her legs, smiling at the giggle, that fell from her lips, she couldn’t wait to watch him perform on stage. 

Tom couldn’t rip his eyes away from her.

“Tom?” (y/n) eyebrows were furrowed together, she sipped on her tea, gasping as he crawled up her body, hands placed on either sides of her head. He sunk down and pressed his lips against hers, careful not to crush her with his bodyweight, Tom began to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth as she moaned. Slowly (y/n) placed the cup down on the table next to her, without breaking the kiss, she then tangled her hands in his locks, slightly tugging on his roots. 

“Love,” he mumbled, making her open her (y/e/c) eyes for him, he was watching her, searching for the right words. “Don’t stop,” she breathed out. (Y/n) felt nervous, shy to expose more of her body to his hungry eyes, but (y/n) knew, that Tom would never hurt her, he’d take care of her and make her feel just as loved. 

“Are you sure? We don’t hav-” (y/n) interrupted him with another kiss, she nodded her head “yes”, chuckling as he carried her towards his bedroom, softly placing her down on his bedsheets. 

Tom began to unbutton her blouse, his soft fingertips were tracing her skin, making goosebumps appear on her skin, (y/n) averted her eyes, the all too familiar anxiety began to creep back into her mind. 

“Gorgeous,” his British accent made her swoon, Tom grasped her chin, forcing her eyes back up to his glistering ones. “I’ll stop anytime you want me to,” he nibbled on her earlobe, his hands wandered to her bra, exploring their newfound territory, (y/n)s breath began to hitch in her chest. 

She slightly arched her back, he cupped her boobs, ran his thumb across her hardening nubs, Tom was set on making her feel as loved and appreciated as possible, he wanted to worship her body. 

“Can I?” he rasped out, eyes set on her bra, almost missing the slight nod of her head and the blush, that began to creep up her cheeks. (Y/n) closed her eyes, a shuttered breath left her lips, he began to unclasp her bra, slowly moving the straps down her arms, kissing his way down to her exposed breasts. 

A moan fell from her lips the moment he began to suck on her nipple, he was taking his time with her, Tom didn’t want to hurry things with her, didn’t want to scare her off. (Y/n) could feel his hardening length against her thigh, the way he cared for her, how he kissed and appreciated her body, gave her enough courage to move her thigh against his centre, making him growl. 

“Patience,” Toms eyes had turned to a darker green shade, making her shiver, (y/n) bit down on her lip, toning down the volume of another moan, that stumbled from her lips. 

His hands moved down to her jeans, he looked into her eyes, asking for permission once again, preparing himself to stop anytime she’d want him to. (Y/n) smiled at him, she ran her hand through his curls, giving him her permission to keep on touching her, Tom didn’t need to hear anything else, he began to unzip her trousers, moaning as his eyes found the fabric of her dark, lace panties. The fabric was soaked by now, (y/n) was dripping for him, aching for his touch, her anxiety long forgotten, she seemed to drown in his green eyes, a feeling of safety overtook her body, luring her in. 

“You’re soaked, love,” Tom couldn’t bite down the smirk, that pulled on his lips, the feeling of her wetness urged him on, kept him going, he pushed her panties down her legs, eyes focused on her glistering heat. He ran two fingers through her folds, coaxing another moan out of her, Tom dipped his head down and attached his lips to her clit, groaning as he tasted her for the first time, “fuck” (y/n)s head fell back into the pillow. 

Her (y/e/c) eyes fluttered close, she kept on tugging on his roots, her mind was racing, all over the place, she had never felt like this, nobody had ever loved and worshipped her like this before. Tom made sure, that he’d touch every inch of her gorgeous body, he couldn’t get enough of her, he’d do anything to stay buried between her thighs for the rest of his life, only to hear the small whimpers and moans, that fell from her lips. Slowly he pushed two fingers into her wetness, she felt tight around his skin, giving him enough inspiration to dream about the way she’d feel around his length. 

“Tom,” (y/n) moaned his name, his eyes snapped up to hers.“I need you,” she whimpered, (y/n) didn’t want to wait any longer, she wanted to feel him, needed to have him buried deep inside of her, to sooth her burning ache. (Y/n) sat up, she moved her hands up and down his toned chest, pushing the fabric of his shirt over his head, her eyes were hooked onto his upper body, loving the way his muscles flexed underneath her touch. Tom pulled off his trousers, his prominent bulge was throbbing against the fabric of his boxers, desperate to feel her around him. 

She ran her fingertips across his length, admired his skin, a silent moan made it past Toms lips, begging her to keep on touching him. (Y/n) moved the fabric of his boxers down his muscular legs, she wrapped her hand around his member and slowly began to pump it, loving the way his skin felt so soft in her hands. Tom grasped her shoulders, gave her a slight shove backwards, making her fall against his bedsheets, his big hands moved to her middle, squeezing her skin. 

“Are you ready, my love?” he whispered, Tom kissed her, making her taste herself on his tongue. 

As she whimpered a small “yes” he began to part her folds with his tip, groaning the deeper he sunk into her heat, she felt tight around him, so much better than he had ever imagined as he kept on touching himself. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his thrusts were slow and deep, giving her enough time to adjust to his length, an unfamiliar euphoria overtook her body, making her squeeze her eyes shut. (Y/n) clawed her nails into his skin, she couldn’t focus on anything, besides the way he felt buried deep inside of her, stretching her around his length, making her insides burn. 

Tom began to speed up his thrusts, making her whimper his name, his grip on her began to tighten, he placed his forehead against her collarbones, exhaling against her skin. His hot breath fanned over the spot, sending shivers up her spine, deep growls and moans left the tall man, (y/n) was obsessed with his sounds, the way he kept on moaning her name. He began to rub her clit with his thumb, intensifying the tingles, that overtook her body, she could feel her orgasm nearing, it wouldn’t take her long, till she’d be pushed over the edge. 

Her walls began to flutter around him, she was leaving marks on his skin, marks he’d find himself admiring later on, Tom lightly bit into the place where her shoulder met her neck, he’d follow shortly after. 

“That’s it, cum for me, love,” he groaned, her walls clenched around his length, his name fell from her lip as the knot in her lower belly began to explode. The tight grip she had on him was enough to push him over the edge, he kept on riding her through her high, only slowing down the speed of his thrusts as his own orgasm overtook his body, making him release himself into her heat. 

Both were heavily breathing, (y/n) was cuddled into his sweaty chest, head placed on top of his rapidly beating heart, making her smile. Tom kissed her forehead, he whispered a small “thank you”, his eyes were closed, relishing in the feeling of being that close to her, grateful for the way she seemed to trust him and his instincts, hoping, that she’d never let go of him. 

[deans-mind-palace]

Tom Hiddleston x Y/N

Fake!Instagram Hiddles

These are made by me. I know you probably aren't interested in Tom because this is a Supernatural blog, but I love Tom with all my heart. He's my most favourite celeb ever followed by Jensen and Misha. I made an Instagram story with Tom x Y/N following different steps of their relationship. I'd like to do something like that for TFW and/or J2M. This one is female. I'd like to make it neutral, if possible. Would you like to have something like that?❤️ Are there any Hiddlestoners out there?😊🙈

These pics are from Pinterest. I tried to choose ones that look like Tom. And a child, I called him Octavio because of Shakespeare, which I think looks like Tom with his curls. What do you think?😊

1. Proposal and Wedding

2. Being pregnant and having a child

For the second part, click here.

Please note that these are not my pictures BUT this is my work! Please do not copy or steal it. I put a lot of effort into it and it would break my heart. 💔

[tehgvicious]

Hi. It's fanficshiddles here. I am contacting as many of my old followers as I can find/remember. My account was terminated with no warning. I'm trying to get it back through support. Until then I have this blog as back up. If you could help spread the word that would be amazing. Thank you!

You got it! I wondered what happened. Glad you're back up and running.

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[onaheroicmission]

Seriously considering rewriting His English Heart because I’m not 17 anymore and think I could do a lot more with it (and make it a little less cringe)

[nelianelmarinel]

Christmas Confession

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Plot: Tom asked Y/N to go to a party but Y/N was feeling sick.

Note: made not during Christmas time but the idea just went in. any feedback is appreciated. ;)

“Of all days to be sick, it had to be today.” You told yourself as you got up your bed and tried to get up, but you were too dizzy to even sit up straight from your bed.

It was the last day of shoot before the winter break and you had to be sick now.

You enjoyed coming to work as Tom’s hair and makeup person. You were not the only one though as this was your first time to work up close with a celebrity, so you were still under a mentor. Though you were still under training, you were sometimes left alone with Tom and you became quite close to him as the weeks went by.

Today, happened to be like one of those days that you’ll be working alone for Tom.

You did not have any time for being sick, as your mentor, Julie, is out of town for a wedding rehearsal.

You drank your paracetamol to try to ease your feeling, though you know that still pushing through the day you’ll not feel any better.

You went ahead to work, and Tom was his usual “Loki” in teasing you.

“My darling, you will join us later at the party, whether you like it or not.” He said which made you roll your eyes.

“I know, I know, but I’m just a mere human, I don’t think I’m welcome.” You answered back, trying to make yourself sound okay, good thing you don’t look sickly on the outside yet.

Tom chuckled and said, “Of course, you’re more than welcome, I will need a slave for the night.”

“Oh, but of course, I should have known better, you only need me for such favors, well let me think about it.” You said back smiling as you were to get something, with your back turned on him.

You were startled as you turned around to see him standing so close to you and looking at you so seriously.

“I’m serious Y/N, not that I need a slave. I wanted you to come with us to the party. I wanted to be with you as a friend.” He said seriously.

You felt your cheeks turn red and not wanting him to notice you feeling unwell, you distanced yourself a bit from him as if to try to get something in relation to his costume, and said to him, “Sure, I will come with you later, if you have something for me. It’s Christmas after all.” You then turned around to wink.

“Sure, my love! I already have the thing prepared for you.” He winked back at you.

“Already excited my love.” You answered back winking again and went on ahead with your work.

 The shoot took long, and you only had the chance to meet with Tom during lunch to give him his food and drink and you went back to the trailer to sleep.

However, sleeping only triggered the sick feeling inside of you. You felt colder and the winter air did not help. You tried getting up, but you were really dizzy and you fell back right to bed and you did not notice sleeping.

 Tom finished his scene and is to get ready for the party later. He’s excited as he is to give a special gift to you. He felt really close with you recently and he felt that he wanted to try to take it to the next level with you but just did not know how to approach you.

Entering his trailer, he teased you with one of his usual antics, “Human, I have come home and I’ll need further assistance with the preparation for the party.”

He only heard you moan, and you were unable to further respond.

Tom noticed and went to check in on you. “What happened my love?” touching your cheek, he felt your temperature and concern was seen on his face. “You have a fever! Why didn’t you let me know?”

He took a small basin, put water in it, and took a towel to wipe your face and arms to try to make you feel refreshed. Good thing as well that he has a good supply of blankets inside, he brought it out for you to use.

He tried to see if he can cook up soup for you, but there were no available ingredients in the trailer and decided to order up instead.

“I ordered soup darling. For now, I made tea for you. I hope this helps. Did you take your medicine yet my love?”

“Yes Tom, thank you, tea would be very helpful. I did take my medicine earlier as well. I’m sorry for the trouble.” You said as you tried to sit.

“Oh no trouble my love! I would love to serve my human sometimes.” He answered, Loki style as he assisted you sitting up.

“I’m sorry I may not be able to join the party later. I don’t think I’m fit enough to party.” You apologized as you took a sip from the tea cup.

“It’s okay Y/N. I understand. We can party here, just the two of us. I’ll let them know that we won’t be able to come.”

“No! I don’t want to stop you from anything! You don’t need to stop your social life just because I got sick or anything.”

Tom held you on your shoulders, looked deeply into your eyes, and said, “Y/N, I would rather stay here with you, make sure you’ll get better, than to party all night while my mind wanders here whether you’re doing okay or not. So, I’m staying here with you and I will take care of you.”

You blushed and looked away, “Okay fine. I won’t stop you from taking care of me. I just, I feel like I’m burdening you when I’m not supposed to. You’re special, I’m not, and I don’t want to-“

Tom pecked your lips which made your eyes widen.

“Y/N, never say you’re not special. You are to me. And I wanted to tell you this on Christmas day but I can’t wait any longer. I think I’m falling for you Y/N. I don’t know where this will lead to, but I want us to take this one day at a time. And I want to know you better. I’d like to ask if you’d want to date me? Because I would like to date you Y/N.”

You were taken aback by his confession. You never thought that he’d tell you this. Never have you imagined as well that he’d have feelings for you and that your relationship will take more that being friends.

Tom seems taken aback as well, with the tension being felt in the room, he cleared his throat and further said, “I’m serious Y/N. You don’t have to give me an answer right away. I know this is sudden but my feelings and intentions for you are true and I won’t be going anywhere. Well, I may be traveling a lot because of my career, but if you’ll give me an answer, my heart that I’m willing to offer, will stay with you wherever we may be.”

“I’m just shocked Tom. I never thought you’d feel that way for me nor will you see me more than your friend. Plus, the kiss kept on replaying on my mind, I got oblivious of the moment. I like you a lot Tom. I’m not sure how this new relationship we’re planning to start will go, but I think I’m willing to take a risk.” You answered back to him, making him smile.

“Y/N, I’m happy enough to have you here with me now. And I’m happy that you feel the same way as I do. As for the kiss,” he paused and went in closer to attempt to kiss you again which you took, smiling before his lips touched yours, this time, much more passionate, making you pull him closer to you, and him holding onto your back and the back of your head, to deepen the kiss.

You both stopped when someone knocked on the door. “Delivery for Tom Hiddleston!”. Catching both of your breaths, you both smiled as he said to you, “I’ll be back, my love. Let me take care of you for now, let’s make plans for the both of us once you get better.”

[shittylittleweirdo]

Generally, another post of British HOT, VERY HOT, FUCKING HOT, SHITTINGLY HOT guys flipping everyone off...

[dungeons-bat]

The Coffee Shop (10th Chap-Final)

Warnings: None.

Taglist: @ca-loki

The complete fic

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"So, Isa, how did it happen?" - This was my first interview after Anthony. When Thom and I finished your last film, he gifted us a trip trough Greece, a place I dreamed to go to. There, he asked me to marry him, a proposal I accepted with no second thoughts. And then, a year after that, we discovered that I was very much pregnant. Now, Tony is two, and I'm going back to work.

"Stephen, I think it happened just like fangirls would like it to happen." - I said, laughing. "Well, I met him when I worked as a singer in a restaurant. Funny enough, I didn't recognize him right away, even though I had seen pretty much all his works." - I finally answered his question. "Oh, and Tom, how did you know that she was the one? I mean, you have half a world dreaming about you, and back then, Isa was not THE Isabela Birch we know now." - Just hearing that made Tom laugh. "Hehehehe. Well, I'm not pretty sure if you've ever heard her singing, but I may tell you that it is just amazing. I was going back home, and I was incredibly hungry, so I just got inside the first restaurant I saw. Isa was singing there, and hearing her voice made my heart skip a beat. I just kept going there, trying to find the courage to ask her out. And funny enough, I kinda never did." - He said. "Oh honey, that's not truth, you always ask me out." - I said. "I only did after we kissed, heheheh. Well, as I was saying, I would always see her eyes on me, I think she knew my face was familiar, but could not quite figure out where she knew me from. One day, she just came to my table and asked. When she pulled the chair in front of me, I just realized that I should marry this girl." - My chest was warm. Thomas is just so… I don't even have the words to explain it. "Well, I guess you got what you wanted, hahaha." - Said Stephen. "Indeed." - Tom and I said, together.

When someone asks me why I believe in faith, that's why. I have a dream life, married to the sweetest guys I've ever met, I have a little boy who's smarter than I am myself. I work with my husband, my dream profession. That's just how it was supposed t be. It was written in the stars and no one can convince me the other way.

My life turned upside down, transformed itself in a story that I would not believe to be truth some years back. All because a gorgeous star was hungry, and I was low on money.

And I thank The Coffee Shop for that.

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Some Updates!

So, I’ve written a few chapters of a new Hiddlesfic I’ve been working on and I think I’m ready to post chapter 1! I know there are like 2 people out there who are patiently waiting for TFL (I’m so blocked on Wedding Day pt. 2 😩) and/or TFTH updates, and to those lovely people I say, I’m so sorry it’s been so long! I promise I am not done with either of those series, I just didn’t want to lose the inspiration for this new one and it’s hard for me to switch back and forth between worlds.

Anyway, thank you for bearing with my ADHD ass and I hope you like what’s to come!

[justthehiddleswrites]

Choose Your Fighter | Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

A/N: So this started months ago as a silly little idea of Tom being taken down by a duvet cover.  I started writing it back then and just finished it yesterday because I wasn’t writing.  All I remember is the conversation was with @yespolkadotkitty​ (the spaniel in the header is NOT Bobby)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (more of a gen fic)

Summary: Mud and a brand new duvet cover don’t mix.

Warnings:  none

THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORIES! TAGLISTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED. 

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The peaceful day of morning had turned into a drizzly gray afternoon. Not unheard of in London, but disappointing just the same. Tom was looking forward to warmer weather and sunny days. Particularly to spend them with you. He headed into the bedroom to pick up the book he was currently reading when he spied paw prints. Muddy paw prints. On the brand new duvet, you purchased just that past weekend in Bicester at the White Company at a steal.

“BOBBY!” Tom’s voice boomed through the house. 

He overheard the telltale jangle of Bobby’s collar as the spaniel made his way to the master bedroom. Bobby skidded to a stop when he spied Tom’s face pinched. His butt flopped against the hardwood floor just at the entryway.

“Mud on the new duvet, Bobby? The one she is so proud of?” Tom spoke to the dog as though he would respond. Slowly, Tom’s shoulders relaxed and his breath slowed as Bobby’s brown eyes peer up at him. “Bobby, you know she will have both of our hides if she sees this. Come help.” Bobby promptly trotted off down the hall. “TRAITOR!” Tom called after him before turning his attention to the bed. 

Tom made short order of stripping the bed of its sheets and shoving them into the washer. After ten minutes, he finally wrestled Bobby into the tub to wash his paws. “Honestly, Bobby.” he muttered to himself. “Do you need to go back to obedience school?” The dog responded with a bark. “Then prove me wrong, buddy.” Another bark. 

Tom dried him off and headed off to put everything into the dryer before finally settling down with his book. The dryer went off, and he carried an armful of sheets to the master bedroom. He made quick work of putting on the fitted and flat sheet and then stared at the duvet and cover. Tom watched you put it on the other day, but hadn’t paid too must attention. 

“How hard can it be?” Tom chuckled as he grabbed the comforter and duvet with confidence.

Fifteen minutes later, you came home, carrying groceries. 

“Darling?” You called out when Tom didn’t meet you in the kitchen. No answer, but you swore you heard grunting and a curse word or two from the bedroom. Bobby’s head poked around a corner.

“What has he gotten himself into?” you asked. 

Bobby barked in response.

You chuckled and headed down the hall with Bobby’s nails clicking behind you on the floor. Not sure what to expect when you opened the door, but your husband wrestling with the bedding was not one of them. 

“I didn’t realize it was laundry day, Tom?” you commented, leaning against the doorframe. 

His head poked out from inside the duvet cover. “Darling!” His ginger curls sticking out every direction and glasses slightly cockeyed. “I didn’t hear you come in. Just straightening up.” He fixed his glasses and flashed a wide smile. 

You crossed your arms. “I made the bed before I left this morning, Tom. Shouldn’t you be better at lying? God of Lies, my ass.”

“Hey! I only play one on screen.” Tom continued to fumble with the sheets. “Someone might have gotten mud on the cover.” He shot a glare at Bobby, who was curled around your ankles. On that note, Bobby turned tail and headed back to the kitchen. “THAT’S RIGHT, RUN!”

You giggled and stepped into the mess, wrapping your arms around his waist. “And you thought you could hide the evidence before I got home?” 

“Precisely. But that…” He jabbed a finger at the sheets. “… has defeated me. A worthy opponent.”

You raised a brow. “More worthy than that super strappy set of lingerie I wore for our anniversary.”

“Far more worthy. I could use scissors on that.” He wiggled his brows. 

“I spent good money on that!” You smacked his chest. “Come on, let me help you.” You grabbed the cover and shoved the comforter into his hands. In a matter of minutes you had the cover on. 

Tom stood there, mouth agape. “Witchcraft.”

You smirked. “Practice.” You snapped your fingers. “How about we switch chores, you make the bed and I take Bobby for a walk?” You shoved pillowcases into his hands and trotted down the hallway, whistling for Bobby.

“HEY!” 

“You’ll be an expert in no time.” You yelled back. He overheard the jangle of Bobby’s collar, followed soon by the front door slamming.

“Traitors, all of you.” he grumbled as he finished making the bed. 

[painfullythickimagines]

Blind Side - Chapter 9

Intro | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Surrounded by piles of bridal photos and magazines, you sat at the dining room table, completely overwhelmed. You’d been looking at gowns of all styles, shapes, and colors for hours - mermaid and A-line, ivory and blush; there were simply too many options. This was usually when Thomas would swoop in, remarking how much he liked one of the options, and the decision was made. But you wanted the dress to be a surprise.

“Because this is the last wedding gown I’m ever going to wear, Mr. Hiddleston,” you said to the empty room. Suddenly remembering you had a lunch date with your fiancé, you looked down at your diamond encrusted watch to see that you were late. “Oh, shit.”

You dumped a few magazines into your oversized bag, slipping into a pair of matching Louboutin pumps. Heading out the door, you sent a text to Thomas as the elevator carried you downstairs.

{On my way!! Distracted by a pile of gowns.}

{I’m sure whatever you choose will look lovely on the floor of our honeymoon suite.}

You arrived at Thomas’s office, strutting through the door. As soon as you realized the reception area was completely empty, an idea occurred to you. You unbuttoned your silk top, baring your black lace bra. With your hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath in as you pushed the door wide open, striking a pose in the door frame.

“Hello, lover.”

It was only then that you noticed Thomas’s assistant sitting across the desk from him, getting redder by the second. You rushed to close your top as Thomas tried to hide his laughter.

“Are you speaking to me or Miss Trevor?” he spoke between giggles.

“Thomas, really!” you said as his assistant tried to squeeze past you in the doorway, desperate to leave the room. “Please don’t go. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, really! We were finished,” she said, closing the door in a hurry.

You turn to Thomas, whose head was still in his hands, trying to hide his laughter. “It’s not funny!”

“On the contrary, my love. You always make an impression,” he said, finally composing himself enough to stand and pull out a chair for you. “Actually, it was probably good that this happened.”

You couldn’t possibly fathom how anything even remotely positive could come from your own embarrassment. “Care to explain?”

“Well, Clara has always been a bit frightened of you.” A puzzled look fell over your face. “My assistant...” Thomas added. “You’ve been here how many times and you don’t even know her name?”

“Well! She’s so quiet. She practically runs away every time I’m here,” you said, motioning to what just happened in the doorway.

“Maybe she didn’t like your bra,” Thomas teased. “You know, she could probably help us out with some wedding planning. She’s truly remarkable when it comes to research. I could tell her what we’re looking for in a venue, and she could find it within the hour.”

“Really?” Your interest was piqued. Everything had been going to smoothly until you and Thomas started looking for a venue. It didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sure what you even wanted. “Do you think she would?”

“I don’t see why not. You don’t want to hire a wedding planner, so maybe this could be a solution. Just a little help when necessary.”

“I told you, Thomas, I’m not handing our day over to anyone. It’s what I’ve always done in the past, but I want to be more involved this time.” You weren’t a superstitious woman, but if three weddings coordinated by event planners had ended in divorce, you were willing to do the work yourself if it meant you and Thomas could live happily ever after. “I have to admit, I could use the help, though.”

“Why don’t you go to lunch together? I have some briefings to catch up on before my appointments this afternoon anyway. Get to know each other, talk about the wedding, see how it goes,” he said, reaching into his wallet.

“But I was looking forward to lunch with you,” you said, taking the credit card from Thomas’s grasp as you sat down on his lap. You took his curls between your fingers, expressing your displeasure with a firm tug.

“You better go before I have you right here on my desk,” said Thomas.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered into his ear before setting off for the door. Looking back, you saw Thomas licking his lips, watching your every move. You strolled to the door, swaying your hips along the way. With a wink and a kiss, you were gone.

You sat on your balcony, sipping a glass of merlot as you waited for Thomas to come home. You knew when you left that you’d be in for an interesting night - you had seen that look in his eyes only once before. It had been the start of your longest, most passionate sex to date. Just thinking about it got your heart racing.

{There in 5. Wait for me in the bedroom.}

You tipped your wine glass back as you walked into the apartment. You left the empty glass on the dining room table and undressed, leaving a trail of clothes all the way to the bed. You sat stark naked on the bed as you heard Thomas’s keys in the door. After what felt like an eternity, Thomas sauntered into the bedroom, a glass of ice water in his hand. He placed it on the nightstand before he finally spoke.

“Would you like to try something new tonight?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied. In the time you’ve been together, Thomas has introduced you to a great number of things you’d never tried before. Indian food. Ice skating. Vibrating panties. The look in his eyes told you this was not the night to be timid.

Never breaking eye contact, Thomas slowly undid his tie. The room was silent save for the faint sound of fabric sliding against itself. Finally, he yanked the tie from around his collar, sending a whipping sound through the air, giving you goosebumps.

“Cover your eyes,” Thomas said, tossing the tie onto your lap. You pick it up, turning over in your hands as you contemplated complying. You could say no. Toss it onto the floor and let him spank you a few times for refusing. You always enjoyed that. What would happen if you put on the blindfold, you didn’t know - but you wanted to.

Carefully, you tie the fabric around your head, knotting it tightly in the back. You listened closely for any clues as to what would come next.

“Lie on your back,” he instructed. You leaned back on your elbows, scooting yourself to the center of the bed. You lay on your back, perfectly still, unsure of what to expect next. Just then, you felt Thomas brush his hand against your thigh. He gently massaged every muscle in each of your legs, the stress of the day slowly melting away. Finally, to your relief, his fingers slipped between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” said Thomas in a low growl. You did as you were told, sliding your heels across the satin sheets. “Bend your knees. I want to see all of you.”

Your damp skin was cold as your lips spread apart. There was no hiding your desire any longer. Unable to see anything but darkness, your other senses were hyper-aware. The cold air breezing across your center, the subtle scent of Thomas’s cologne, the soft padding of his footsteps to the nightstand to take a drink. Your breath clutched in your chest as you heard him climb onto the bed. You felt the weight of his body pressing into the mattress, yet not so much as a single breath on your skin.

His arms wrap around your thighs as he settles in on his elbows. It took you a moment to comprehend what happened next - a freezing cold surface passed over your labia, sending ice through your veins. Thomas let the cube slide from between his lips onto the top of your mound. You try to wiggle it away, but Thomas was holding you perfectly still. Droplets melted from your warmth, sliding into the folds of your center. That’s when he started to blow - as if the ice-cold water wasn’t chilling enough on its own. Your pearl tingled; your legs quivered.

“Thomas...” you gasped.

His long tongue flickered over your center before replying. “Yes?”

“I’m going to get you back for this,” you said.

“I’m counting on it.” Your words were like fuel on his fire. His appetite was ravenous; he lapped up your desire, savoring the sweet juices. He squeezed tight on your curves every time you let out a moan, leaving marks wherever he touched. He wanted you to wake up tomorrow knowing exactly who you belonged to.

“Thomas, please...” you begged for your release. Every time he felt you approaching climax, he stopped. The past hour was absolute torture - and you were loving every minute of it.

“Not now, darling,” he said, pulling the tie from your face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

Thomas got to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the floor. You watch as he undoes his belt, then the button on his pants. He finally reaches the zipper, his solid erection eager to escape. He tried wriggling out of his trousers, but his anticipation got the better of him.

“Oh, fuck it,” he said as he leaned over your body, pressing himself into you. You gasped for air as if you’d been held underwater, finally free. He filled you, consumed you, made you feel whole. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure spread through your body - but Thomas took your chin in his hand, directing you to face him straight on.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you.”

You did as you were told, not daring to break eye contact for even a moment. He wrapped his arms around your knees, holding you tight as he thrusted hard and slow. You moaned every time he slammed into you, crying out for more as he took his time sliding back out. Then, with a quick jerk of his hips, he’d slam right back in.

Your body writhed with agony. Your hands were everywhere - through your hair, cupping your breasts, tugging on the sheets. Thomas himself was just out of reach, slick with sweat, his curls clinging to his forehead. He looked around, finding the tie he had tossed to the side. He took your wrists into his hands, pinning them above your head as he tied them tightly to the headboard.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn it.” He kissed your forehead as his pace evened out; he moved to your lips, demanding deep, slow kisses as he swirled his hips into yours. You knew exactly what he wanted; you opened your mouth to him, taking in his warm, slick tongue. You were tempted to bite it, but that was no way to earn your finish.

He kissed longer and deeper as he felt your walls tightening around him. You moaned beneath the pressure of his lips, longing to break free. Finally, your pleasure peaked, your legs shaking against Thomas’s bare, slick torso. He finally pulled away from the kiss, wanting to watch as you come undone - as you screamed his name. You twist and tremble beneath him, warm satisfaction spreading from your curled toes to your limp wrists.

“You’re a very good girl,” Thomas said as he kissed your forehead, still inside you. He released you from the headboard, and not a moment too soon.

“You’re a very bad boy,” you said. You pushed him onto his back, ready to take back your power. Thomas watched as you got to your knees between his legs; you looked directly into his eyes as you took him into your mouth, and this time it was he who didn’t dare look away.

You cover every inch of him, engulfing his length in the warmth of your mouth. A deep, growling moan escaped his throat as he quickly reached the point of no return. His fists closed around the loose sheets, and while you briefly consider denying him his finish, you know he earned it. He always did.

You didn’t leave a trace of his essence behind. You kiss a sweet, slow trail up Thomas’s body, finding your place by his side. You lie next to each other, staring up at the ceiling as your bodies come down from their highs. You looked over at Thomas, watching his chest rise and fall. You glanced further up to see his deep blue eyes staring back at you.

“You’re going to be an incredible wife.”

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[deans-mind-palace]

Tom Hiddleston x Y/N

Part 2 of my Tom Hiddleston!Fake Insta imagine.

I know this does not belong onto a SPN blog, but I love Tom and I share this with you because I wanted to ask if you'd like to have something like this with a (genderneutral, if possible) Reader and one of J2M or their SPN characters. Would you like that?😊

For part one, click here.

3. Domestic life

Like I said before, these are not my pics, they are from Pinterest! But I made the Instagram imagine and put a lot of effort into it. Please do not steal my work. It would break my heart. 💔

[dungeons-bat]

Where I Need To Be (9th Chap)

Warnings: None.

Taglist: @ca-loki

The complete fic

——————————————— “You know we are supposed to get up.” - I woke up feeling my back pressed against a hard chest, hands around my waist and a hot breath on my neck. “But I don’t want to.” - He slept at my place, and funny enough, so did Bobby, and he and my cat got along well. “Isa baby, we gotta go, they start the shooting preparation in an hour.” - Thomas said, trying to get me to get out of bed. “Oh, fine. But I hate you.” - I said. - “Nah, you don’t.” - He smirked. “Yeah, no, I don't.” - I laughed too. “Isabela Birch, it is so nice to finally meet you.” - Said our producer. I was visually nervous, I don’t think I was prepared enough for this event. “Mister Matt, the pleasure is all mine.” - I said, extending my hand. Lord, this is it, I’m actually a real actress.

“Chill out” - Thomas sent me a text message. “Easy to say, mister Loki Famous Laufeyson” - I answered. “Easy to do, miss to be Morgan Famous Stark.” - Lord, I hate him. “You’ve been doing this for 10 years.” - I whispered when I got close to Tom.

Mr. Matt was showing us around. Although I was the only one new, they had changed the studio a bit, so everyone needed a tour. Tom was holding my hand the whole time, what got us some confused looks from the staff, and the other colleagues. Who needed to know, knew, so I was not worried.

The next week, we started to actually shoot and do all the stuff, being there made me feel that life has it's ways to make you go where you need to be, because I've never been happier in my life, and having Tom by my side makes me the best version of myself.

[thezfc]

This is a new jumper anyway! and I've already lost count of how many new jumpers he has. Hiddlesfation thinks Tom has a new designer. Maybe that's the point?

A new stylist you mean? I would agree also because Ilaria hasn’t taking credit for any of these looks and she always always does.

[just-the-hiddles]

I collab with the lovely @phoenix20001001​ on this one.  Please enjoy!!!

Snapped : Tom Hiddleston x Reader

So this is a collaboration between me and @just-the-hiddles who is responsible for half of the dialogue and the header image. I would like to thank @just-the-hiddles for giving me the idea for this x reader.

-Summary- Tom and the reader get into a heated argument about a photo that the paparazzi snapped of her and her ex Sebastian Stan. To apologise Tom enlists the help of Benedict.

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Tom hadn't glanced at his phone that morning until well after his run. When he picked it up, he found himself bombarded with voice messages and texts. They all were about one thing. He clicked on one of the links to find a headline from the Daily Mail blaring out him: Hiddles Out, Seb In. Romance Rekindled.

Tom's face paled as he scrolled to find a grainy photo of you looking rather cozy with your ex, Sebastian Stan. Without another thought, Tom grabbed his keys and headed towards your place.

“Tom, what are you doing here our date isn’t until tomorrow?” you asked Tom.

Tom barged through the door, his face red. "Care to explain this?!" he yelled as he shoved his phone in your face.

“Tom I—“ you began only to be cut off by Tom’s frantic pacing.

“—I, I, I," he mocked. "You can't even come up with a plausible lie for why you were photographed with your ex."

“Ok, Tom if you calm down I can explain why I was with Seb in the first place.”

"Calm down!!? I will not fucking calm down! My phone is filled with messages and texts of condolences, of questions. You've humiliated me publicly and you tell me to calm down?!" Tom seethed. His hands flexed at his side, a death grip on his phone.

You took a step back, away from him.

“Tom I didn’t mean to humiliate you. I bumped into Sebastian, and he congratulated me on our relationship. Besides, what about that photo of you and your ex that I got tagged in on Twitter the other week?”

"That's completely different! We dated for six months. And that story was about her new project, not about me having an affair. You and Sebastian were together for three years! Three years! And in case you missed it, I am apparently out and he is in!"

“So you can be friends with your exes but I can’t be friends with mine?” Your voice trembled. You had never seen Tom so mad.

"That's not the point! The point is you didn't see the problem with being photographed with him and how it would affect me. Affects us. And if you don't see the problem with that, I'm not sure this relationship can work." Tom's shoulders slumped.

“I cannot believe that you just said that Thomas Hiddleston!” you yelled in frustration.

"I can't believe you would cheat on me. But here we are. Goodbye." Tom turned and left as quickly as he came.

Once the door slammed behind him, he only then allowed the tears to fall. As he walked down the sidewalk, with shaking hands, he punched in a familiar number.

"Ben? Can I come by? Yeah. It's about that. Thanks."

-

Ben steepled his fingers in front of his mouth as Tom stood huffing in front of him.

"If you are done with your tantrum, can I say something?"

“What?!” Tom snapped.

Ben leaned back at Tom's tone."Okay, first of all, there is no need to snap my head off. You called me. I am here to help you."

“I’m sorry Ben, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Tom replied before sighing. “I’m just frustrated.”

"In more ways than one, I'm sure." Ben chuckled to himself.

"What I was trying to say before you turned into a small child was... exes are exes for a reason. She is a good person. I am sure there is a innocent explanation."

“Like what Ben, they just happened to bump into each other?” Tom questioned as he slumped further into Ben’s sofa.

"Perhaps. That does happen. You know how you sometimes just bump to your exes." Ben raised a knowing eyebrow. "The point is coincidences happen. And the paparazzi are ruthless. But you can't let them get inside your head."

“But it’s Sebastian Stan we’re talking about!” Tom crowed.“They were together for three years Ben, THREE YEARS! He was her first everything.”

"And you can be her last everything. But not if you don't pull your head out of arse and talk to the poor girl. Honestly, you are about to ruin the best thing in your life over a single photo."

“What do I say to her, Ben, I’ve already lost her.”

Benedict moved to sit next to Tom. He clapped his hand on Tom's knees. “Use all those big words you learned at Cambridge. Tell her you love her. Tell her you were a prized idiot for ever letting her get away. Tell her you will spend the rest of your days proving to her you are worthy of her love. Tell her she is your one.”

Tom sighed as he let Ben’s words sink in. “ Do you think you and Sophie could help me with that?”

Ben smiled. "I believe that can be arranged."

The Next Day

You awoke to a constant pounding against her front door. As you stumbled to the door, bathrobe wrapped around, you opened the door to find Sophie standing there, two coffees in hand.

"Get dressed, we're going shopping."

“Alright, alright, I’m coming hold on.” you groaned as she invited Sophie inside.

Sophie settled herself onto a kitchen chair, and slid one of the coffee cups in your direction. "Here, I got it how you like it."

“Thanks Soph, give me about twenty minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Sophie yelled after as you trot off to get ready. "I'll be waiting with bells on!"

Once you were out of sight, Sophie whipped out her phone and typed a message off to Ben.

Got her to agree to shopping. You should have several hours to get things ready. Don't fuck this up.

After an agonisingly slow twenty minutes you were ready. “Let’s go, Soph.”

"Took you long enough. I was about ready to make myself some lunch."

You shot daggers at Sophie.

"Now..." Sophie linked arms with you as both of you exited the house. "...what's new with you?"

“Oh nothing much, I bumped into Sebastian the other day and the paparazzi caught us. I think Tom’s mad at me even though we weren’t doing anything.” you explained.

"I didn't realize you and Seb were still close. How many years were you together again?" Sophie asked, acting stupid.

“We were together for three years, Soph. We still chat every so often but it means nothing. We’re friends now. But nothing more.” you replied.

Sebastian and you broke because of many things. Partially because of the long distance, and also the fact that you wanted to settle down and have a few children. Sebastian wanted to pursue his acting career longer before settling down with a wife and kids. He still wanted the life of a bachelor.

”Have you told Tom that? Or the reasons you and Sebastian broke up?"

“I tried to Sophie, but he stormed out of my house before I could. He didn’t even say goodbye.” you sighed.

"Try harder. He looks like he is made of marble, but his heart is as fragile as glass. He must care about you to have such a vehement reaction."

“I know, I know, but I have no idea how to tell him. It’s hard for me to express myself, you know?”

“For two such sensitive and dramatic people, the both of you are horrid at saying what you feel." Sophie taunted. "How about calling him up and saying 'I love you' and I want to be with you and only you?"

“That is the sort of thing you say in person.” you responded.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Sophie grabbed your arm and pulled you down the street off towards Tom's.

-

“Ben, has Sophie text you yet to see when she’s bringing you here?” Tom asked as he paced up and down his kitchen.

Benedict fished his phone out of his pocket. As he scrolled through his messages, his eyes widened. "They are on their way over right now."

“Shit!” mumbled a panicked Tom.

“How do I look? Do I look ok? Do I smell?” Tom asked a smirking Benedict.

Benedict picked at Tom's sweater, smoothing it out. "Like sex on a stick, mate." He gave Tom a wink.

“Ok, ok I can do this...” Tom whispered to himself as the doorbell rang. Tom whipped back around to Ben for a moment. "No, I can't! You answer the door." Tom shoved Benedict towards the foyer.

"Are you serious!?" Ben protested. "This is your house and if I answer the door, it will be even more awkward than it already is. So man up and answer the damn door!" Benedict pushed Tom hard causing him to stumble, falling against the front door.

"Is everyone alright in there?" Sophie's voice called out from the other side of the door.

“Just a moment!” Tom yelled back.

“Ok what do I say to her, do I say hi or hello or—“ Tom rambled only to get cut off by Ben.

"I swear to God man, if you don't open that door right now and let my wife and your girlfriend in right this second, I am telling this story at your wedding. Pull yourself together!" Ben hissed before disappearing to the kitchen.

“Ok I got this.” Tom said as he opened the door.

"About bloody time." Benedict muttered just out of sight.

"Tom!" Sophie greeted him with a warm hug. “Guess who I brought with me." She tugged you into view.

“Hello ladies.” Tom greeted the pair with a smile. "Please come on in.”

You shuffled in behind Sophie and gave Tom an awkward smile.

"So... Thomas," Sophie interjected. "Where is my impossible husband?"

“Ah, he’s in the kitchen.”

"Then I shall see myself that way." Sophie exited before giving time for either of you to protest.

“So Tom how are you?” you asked awkwardly as you stepped into the living room.

"I've been better." Tom commented as he followed you into the room. He offered you her favourite spot on the sofa which you took and he sat down in the chair across from her. "And you?"

“I’ve had better days. We need to talk about yesterday.”

"I'm sorry I overreacted.” Tom started in. “It's just that you were dating Sebastian for so long and this relationship is new. I worried about losing you." Tom reached out to grab your hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "And I care about you too much to have that happen."

“No I’m the one who should apologise, I didn’t tell you I bumped into Sebastian before you saw those photos.” You squeezed his hand back before continuing. “I care about you too, and I should have been upfront about everything at the start of our relationship. I guess I was scared of losing you too.”

Tom chuckled. "Sounds like both of us are just a bunch of sorry fools. Forgive me?" He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“Of course I forgive you, will you forgive me too?”

Tom leaned over, his hand ran along the curve of your cheek. "Always, my love." He pressed his lips against hers for a moment.

Only to be interrupted by cheers from the kitchen.

Tom chuckled. "I believe we have an audience. Come out, you two!" He called out to Ben and Sophie.

“So now that that’s out of the way, what is that delicious smell?” you asked as you sniffed the air.

Benedict poked his head around the corner. "Steak frites. Your favourite."

Sophie snuck around the corner. "Now if you don't mind us, we need to get back to the babysitter. We'll show ourselves out."

Once Sophie and Ben left, you turned to Tom with your arm stretched out. “Come eat with me please?”

"With pleasure."

[justthehiddleswrites]

Homesick | Tom Hiddleston & OFC (Lyla Brooks) | Platonic

A/N: This was for this lovely anon request:  I have separation anxiety and have recently gone from living with a dog and three family members and seeing people every day to living alone and not seeing my family and it’s really not easy 🥺 it’s not practical for me to get a pet and I’m an hour away from home. How would Tom help the reader through a situation like this? He seems very wise and as if he would know what to do! Maybe include lots of cuddling and watching things that Tom has starred in? It didn’t quite come out this way, but hopefully you still enjoy it.  

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston & Lyla Brooks (Platonic)

Summary: Lyla Brooks accepted a prestigious apprenticeship with the Royal Shakespeare Company in the costuming department.  Which unfortunately meant leaving behind her mom, dad, and beloved cat, Snickers.  Three months into her move and Lyla is not doing well. She misses home and she worries about her dad. But she is not the only worrying.  

Trigger Warnings: very vague mentions of Alzheimer’s, some light angst, some light fluff.

MY TAGLISTS ARE OPEN, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WISH TO ADDED! THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING MY WRITING!

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“Okay, Mom.” Lyla sniffled into the phone, doing her best to hide her sadness. “I miss you too. Give my love to Dad. And Snickers. And Lulu.” Her chin dropped towards her chest as her mind wander. “No, I’m fine, Mom. Just allergies. Yes, I’m taking my — I got to go. Talk to you soon.” She hung up the phone before she completely broke down.

In the colder air of London, Lyla’s tear wet her cheeks and chin, chilling the skin. She pulled her thin sweater around her body, protecting from the cooler weather. Having moved three months ago from the West Coast, Lyla struggled with a proper fall and winter wardrobe for London. 

When she entered her tiny apartment, Lyla sunk into her secondhand sofa and listened to nothing while staring at her boxes of books stacked against the wall next to the unassembled bookcases she purchased. Unpacking was not her priority. Surviving was. 

Lyla never expected to move this far away from home. But when a golden opportunity to apprentice with the Royal Shakespeare Company Costuming Department came up, her mother practically put her on the plane herself.

“This is your dream, Lyla.” Marjorie Brooks said to her daughter as she read the letter. “If you weren’t going to accept, then why apply?”

“I never thought I would get an offer.” Lyla stared down at the letter on Royal Shakespeare Company letterhead. “I can’t you and Dad—”

“—will do just fine.” Marjorie interrupted. “I will make sure he goes to his appointments and takes his meds.”

Lyla sighed. Her mother still worked full time at the textile factory in town. When her father started acting “distracted”, she turned her focus on making sure he took his medication and made all his appointments. In doing so, she turned down an internship with a prestigious clothing company in New York, without even telling her parents. 

“But Snickers..” She pulled the orange tabby cat onto her lap. “He needs me.” 

Marjorie frowned at Lyla. “Lyla Marie Brooks, this is not going to be New York all over again. You’re going and that is the end of it.”

Lyla sat there, slack-jawed, as her mother headed to the kitchen.

A sharp knock on her door rudely interrupted Lyla’s spiral of self-pity and loathing. She groaned and figured if she waited long enough, the person on the other side of the door would leave.

“Lyla, I’m not leaving.” Tom called out from the hallway outside her apartment. “So get off the sofa and answer the door.” 

She grumbled the entire way to the door and opened it up to see Tom smiling sheepishly at her. “How are so fucking cheerful at 5 in the evening?”

“Hello to you too.” Tom shoved his hands into the pockets of faded black jeans. He stared at her for a moment. “Did you forget?”

Lyla’s brow furrowed at Tom. “Forget what?” She combed her fingers through her hair, tangling her light brown locks. 

“Our date.” Tom smiled, running his fingers through his recently shorned ginger curls, now even more curly than when Lyla first met him. 

“Daaaattteeee….” she drew out the word as if she drawled it her memory would come back.

Tom chuckled a bit. “Your bookshelves. That you bought last weekend. And I dragged up three flights of stairs. That you promised to put…” He stepped into Lyla’s apartment and spied the unopened boxes and smirked. “…together. What happened?”

“I forgot.” A hint of redness tinted her cheeks. More like a complete lack of wanting to do anything except hop on the next plane out of here and back home to hug my cat, my dog and my parents, she thought.

“Clearly.” Tom clapped his hands together. “Well then, let’s get to work.”

It took you ten minutes to find the tools and within 15 minutes, Tom put together both bookshelves together and installed on either side of your TV.

“See? That didn’t take long at all.” He moved beside her, smiling. “Thank you for the help.”

Lyla snorted. “I handed you a screwdriver and held a board.” 

“Exactly. Help.” Tom gave her a side hug. “Ready to load them up?” He already moved towards the boxes. 

“Um… sure.” She pulled open one of the boxes. “I unpack and you put them on the shelves?”

“Sounds like the best plan.” He reached out his hand for the books. 

Twenty minutes later, the shelves were full and the boxes empty. Lyla’s eyes teared up a bit, feeling slightly more at home. She wiped at her face. 

“Are you alright?” Tom’s brow furrowed as he looked at her. 

“I’m fine. Just the dust.” She sniffled and pulled herself together. She glanced outside. “Oh look, it’s dark. You should be on your way.”

Tom glanced out where dusk was barely setting in. He looked at Lyla and then at her apartment. He had come over a handful of times in the past two months and not much change except for the takeaway containers in the trash. He worried, but didn’t feel comfortable pushing the issue. 

“You’re right. Don’t want to say out too.” He headed to the door. “Some of us are getting together on Friday for pints. Would you like to join us?”

“I’ll think about it.” She smiled at him. 

“Good. I’ll remind you. And send you the information.” Tom opened the door but leaned in for a one last hug. “Please come out.” He whispered before taking his leave. 

Lyla sighed as the door clicked shut. Her heart and head a mix of emotions as she headed in to shower and then settle onto the couch with a book, cup of tea, and leftover Indian food.

-

The rest of the week had been a blur of fittings, fabric shopping, and costume repairs. Lyla had little time to think about home. She took her lunch break to Facetime her mom back home. 

“Hey, mom.” She smiled into her phone. 

“Hey, sweetie. How is life in glamorous London?”

“Great!” she lied. “I’ve made lots of friends. Going out. Hardly a dull moment! How’s Snickers?”

Marjorie chuckled. “Still moping. He misses you. Your bed is going to be covered in his hair by the time you come home for the holidays.”

Lyla’s lip trembled for a moment. “That silly cat. You tell him his mom is disappointed in him. “

There was a small meow in the background. 

“I think he heard you.” 

“Is that Bubby?” Lyla overheard her dad in the background.

“Dad?” She watched as her dad shouldered his way into frame.

“Bubby!” He smiled a warm smile. “Have you seen my camera? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“You are not asking her that! She doesn’t know. She’s been away for three months.” Marjorie argued.

“But she knows everything.” He turned back towards the phone. “Don’t you, Bubby?”

Lyla had to fight back tears. “Try the pocket of your coat, Dad. The green one you wore to the zoo.” 

She watched as her dad toddled off and then heard him screaming. He came running back. “YOU FOUND IT!” He gave Marjorie a shove with his shoulder. “I told you she would know.”

“Yes, dear. Can I finish my conversation?” 

“I’m not even here.” He walked away. 

“I can come home.” Lyla blurted out.

“He’s fine, sweetie. You are not coming home.” 

“I can book a fli—”

“You are staying put, and that’s all there is to say about it.” Marjorie said sternly. Lyla knew when her mom said “that’s all there is to say about it.” There was no more discussion.

“Yes, Mom. I got to get back to work. Talk to you tomorrow.” 

She hung up the phone. It took the entire walk back to the theater to stop crying. Everyone else in the costuming department noticed but didn’t say a word. Alice, the other apprentice, set a cup of tea near Lyla. 

“Homesick?”

Lyla glanced up at Alice’s bright green eyes and concerned face. She nodded.

“And my dad has these memory problems. I was the one who helped and my mom works full time. And my cat, Snickers, misses me.” Lyla sobbed softly. “I never lived away from home before.”

Alice sat down next to Lyla and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I remember when I left for university. I cried every day for two weeks. And every time I come home and left again.”

“Really?” 

Alice nodded. “I used to wear sunglasses everywhere. Not the most fashionable look indoors.” She giggled. “But then I found things made university home. A sandwich shop like the one I used to eat at. A new pub to go to with friends. It just takes time.” 

Lyla grabbed the cup of tea and sipped. “There was this pork schnitzel sandwich at this local diner. My dad would take me there on Sundays. They put this gravy on it.” She sighed. “I think I’m going to head home, if you don’t mind.”

Alice nodded. “I’ll let Anders know. See you on Monday.” she hesitated before giving Lyla a quick hug. “You have my number. Call my anytime.”

Lyla nodded, gathered her things, and headed home. She grabbed a pint of ice cream and headed to her bedroom, crying.

Tom whistled as he headed into the costuming department. He had a sneaking suspicion Lyla would duck out on his invitation. 

“Oh, Mr. Hiddleston!” Alice perked up as he walked in. “Your fitting isn’t until next Tuesday.” 

Tom’s brow quirked. “I’m not… I was looking for Lyla Brooks.”

Alice smirked. “She left early today.” She shrugged her shoulders. “She wasn’t feeling well.”

“Oh dear. I hope she feels better.” Tom sheepishly tucked his hands into his pockets. He turned to head out.

“Wait!” Alice grabbed his arm. “I think there is something you could do to help.” 

-

Lyla woke up from her late afternoon nap to continuous knocking on her door.

“For fuck sakes, go away!” She yelled as she peeked through the hole to see Tom standing there. Lyla fumbled with the lock. “Tom, what are you doing… SHIT! The pub. I f—”

“Forgot?” He smiled at her. “I am sensing a pattern. I heard you weren’t feeling well and left early.”

She grew self-conscious. “It’s just a cold. I’ll be right as rain by Monday. No need to worry.” She coughed for effect.

“But I do worry.” He raised his shoulders. “I can’t help it.” Tom held up a greasy paper bag. “Pork schnitzel sandwich. With gravy.” He pointed to the bag. “For two.”

“Alice, I’m going to—”

“Take it easy on her. She worries too.” He cautiously stepped into her apartment. “I remember missing home.”

Lyla nodded, fighting back. “How old were you?” She went to the kitchen and grabbed some plates for the sandwiches. 

Tom set the bag on her small table. “Seven.” Lyla’s mouth dropped open. “Boarding school is pretty common over here.” 

“Did you cry?”

Tom nodded. “But it got better. I made friends. Created a home away from home.”

She inhaled the scent of the sandwich and broke down. “I miss it so much. I miss them.” 

Tom wrapped his arms around her and pulled Lyla against his chest. “I know. It hurts.”

She sobbed for she didn’t know how long, leaving two wet spots on Tom’s sweater. “I’ve ruined your sweater.” She mumbled, pulling back. 

“I have seven more at home just like it, don’t worry.” Tom grinned down at her. “Feel better getting all that out?”

She nodded, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve. “Sorry for the outburst.”

“Nonsense, what are friends for?” Tom commented. “Let’s eat and why don’t you tell me all about home and your family. I have found talking about it makes it easier to deal with.”

Lyla sighed and sat down as Tom handed her a sandwich. She took a bite and moaned. “It tastes like home.” 

Tom took a big bite of his own sandwich. “Oh, that is fantastic.” He took another big bite and his eyes rolled back into his head. 

Lyla giggled for the first time in a long time. “I told Alice it was the best.” She settled back into her chair. “So you want to hear about my family.” 

“I want to hear everything.” Tom grinned.

-

Several hours later, Tom and Lyla were still chatting over empty plates and full cups of coffee. Tom glanced at his phone. 

“If I stay much longer, I might turn into a pumpkin.” Tom wiped his hands and stood.

Lyla caught the time. “Oh my god, I took your whole evening. The pub, your friends.”

“I’ll catch them next time. Besides, I spent time with a friend who needed me more.” 

Lyla walked him to the door and hugged Tom tightly. “Thank you. I needed this.” 

He squeezed her hard. “I am here if you ever need to cry or talk or just stare at the wall.” Tom chuckled. “Do you feel better?”

“Much.”

“Then mission accomplished. And next time, I fully expect you to come out with me. To an actual place. That serves food. I only make house calls for emergencies.”

Lyla grinned and giggled. “Deal. Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” Tom opened the door. “Goodnight, Lyla.”

“Goodnight, Tom.” 

He gave a little wave before heading down the hallway and down the stairs. Lyla watched from her window as Tom stepped out onto the sidewalk. He turned and gave her a small smile and waved before heading down the street towards the Tube station.

Lyla grabbed her phone and sent a text to her mom. 

Mom, I made a new friend today. And you will never guess who it is.