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It’s Alright

TITLE: It’s Alright CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Gender Neutral Reader GENRE: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m so sorry that it’s been so long since I last updated. To be honest, I am struggling right now with... life (mental health, economy, studies). I know that a lot of people struggle, and help and emotional support can be so hard to find. I received a beautiful request from a very brave person some time ago, and it really moved me and inspired me to write ‘It’s Alright’. REQUEST: The reader has recently started socialising again after a year of struggling with severe depression episodes, and is trying to get back to life. Tom has invited the reader to an event. When they (the reader) arrive, they are overcome by emotions that they have tried to keep to themselves for so long. Tom takes notice of this and comforts the reader. DEDICATION: I dedicate this to my dear friend who requested this story and to all those who are struggling. In my eyes, you’re true heroes and I’m proud of you. I keep my fingers crossed that it’s going to be alright for all of you. If you’re struggling and don’t feel like you have anyone to turn to for support: please, feel free to write me a PM (or is it called DM?) and I’ll try my hardest to support you to the best of my ability. You are valuable! Your life is valuable! You matter!

BANNER CREDIT: Prislaa    

TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff  

It’s Alright

A wave of panic washed over you as you found yourself amidst a sea of people. Surrounded by happy faces, all completely clueless to the struggle you were going through. The agony you were suffering. No one seemed to take notice of you. Except for him. Tom. He had watched you from a distance. Excited to greet you, he had made his way through the crowd of people towards you. Just as you were about to break, his strong arms wrapped around you. Shielding you from the overwhelming experience of being surrounded by people.

With an arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders, Tom led you through the crowd and into an unpeopled area past the wardrobe where you had turned in your coat earlier.

“[Your name]. Hi,” Tom greeted you quietly and his blue eyes were so tender as he looked at you. The area you found yourself in was dimly lit and around a corner from the entrance, so you were out of view from the guests arriving at or leaving the event that had gone on for hours. “I’m so glad you came. I know it can’t have been easy for you,” Tom validated.

“Thank you, Tom,” you mumbled. “And thank you for inviting me,” you added appreciatively. “Most of my friends have given up on even asking me to come with them to things like this. I know it’s my own fault, since I’ve declined so many times, but it just felt so nice to be included for once. I really want to start living again, not just staying alive.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, [your name],” Tom replied and smiled warmly at you. “I’m so proud of you for coming here tonight.”

You smiled embarrassedly. He was proud of you.

“It’s a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?” you asked him self-consciously.

“What is?” he wondered.

“The fact that I am getting out and doing things normal people do makes you feel proud of me,” you explained and smiled sadly. “It’s a bit sad, isn’t it? Pathetic, even.”

“There’s nothing pathetic about what you have been through,” Tom objected. “It really isn’t,” he insisted. “Please, look at me.”

You looked up at him and your eyes met. His eyes were deep blue like an ocean, holding the same sense of depth and mysteriousness. You knew from the way he looked at you that he was thinking about something, but as usual you could never quite figure out what was going inside that wonderful mind of his.

“Sometimes in life you get to a point where it’s no longer about living well and making the best of it. Sometimes in life, it’s just about surviving… about staying alive, like you said yourself. It becomes a matter of just getting through another day, even though every cell in your body is fighting you and telling you it’s just not worth it,” Tom said earnestly. “You’ve just fought a war against yourself, getting yourself through each and every day. Just because the war inside of you is invisible to the world, doesn’t make it any less real. I see you, [your name], and I admire you. You’re brave and you’re strong, and all those people here have no idea what a hero you truly are. But I know, and that’s what makes me feel so proud of you.”

“Tom, I…” You had no idea how to respond to his insightful and kind words. “I…” you uttered, but couldn’t bring yourself to say any more. You turned your back to him in order to hide your tears. You had a habit of keeping your tears to yourself, since you didn’t want to be perceived as weak. You were used to forcing a smile and keeping up an act to make it seem as though you were in fact doing better than you really were. But this time, all that sadness that you had been carrying around for so long, finally broke through those restraints you had carefully put in place and secured.

You buried your face in your hands as the tears ran heedlessly down your face. Tom wrapped his arms around you from behind and held you tight.

“It’s alright,” he assured you and you began to sob so much that your chest hurt. You were hurting so bad and had been in pain for so long that you no longer remembered what it was like to feel like you were doing okay.

As you cried your heart out, your legs gave in and Tom sat down on the carpeted floor with you, still embracing you from behind. You relaxed your shoulders and leaned back against his chest. The warmth of his body against your back, his strong arms wrapped over your chest and his fingers gently caressing your upper arms made you feel like you had finally reached your safe haven.

The tears, the crying and the pain all came out in waves. At first fiercely like a storm at sea, but eventually the intensity of it all began to die down. You felt completely drained of energy and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry, I-” you began trying to explain, but Tom just hushed you.

“It’s alright,” he assured you. “Just relax and rest for a bit. I’m right here with you.”

You smiled and sighed with content as you felt more relaxed and at ease than you had in a long time. You shut your tired eyes and peacefully drifted off to sleep in Tom’s arms. For the first time in a long time, you felt like things were actually going to be alright.

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Hi i just wanted to ask what characters do you write for sorry if im bothering you

Hi! You're not bothering me at all. Quite the opposite, actually.

On @tomhiddlestonfanfic I mainly write different Tom Hiddleston characters, but sometimes include actors and characters from other fandoms. I have another tumblr (@fictionbyf) where I write about for example Benedict Cumberbatch, Mads Mikkelsen and Norman Reedus.

I'm open to write most Tom characters, but might have to do some more research to write characters I haven't tried yet. I enjoy writing Loki, and don't recall trying many other characters yet, but I'm interested in writing fiction with characters like Magnus Martinsson from Wallander, Adam from Only Lovers Left Alive and several others. Like I said, I'm willing to learn more about different characters and take on new challenges.

Thank you for asking. Have a nice day. 😊

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Hello! Awwh, how adorable. I love cats! :D

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Hi! I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but I was wondering if I could request something where the reader is a fan and wins an hour with Tom Hiddleston or something and he sees her self harm scars and maybe he gets her to talk about it or not but they just end up hugging for a while while he whispers things in her ear? Thank you! And I'm sorry if this is the wrong way to send in a request I've never done it before

Hi! Thank you so much for your request on this very important subject! I'm sorry it took me a while to write. I hope you'll like the result. It's called Reaching Out.

Love, F.

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Reaching Out

TITLE: Reaching Out CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Gender Neutral Reader GENRE: Drama REQUEST: The reader is a fan and wins an hour with Tom Hiddleston or something and he sees her self harm scars and maybe he gets her to talk about it or not but they just end up hugging for a while while he whispers things in her ear. BANNER CREDIT:  Prislaa  

TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff

Reaching Out

Astonishment struck you upon discovering that you were the lucky winner of an hour to spend in the company of your favourite actor, Tom Hiddleston. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to believe it was actually true until you found yourself in a secluded part of a café standing right in front of him. His smile was infectious and you found yourself surprisingly at ease in his company. He seemed genuinely happy to meet you and showed a great interest in getting to know more about you as you both sat down with your coffees.

Tom was really nice and seemed very keen on making it a positive experience for you. You felt more relaxed than you had expected to be around him and at some point you took your jacket off as it was getting uncomfortably warm to keep it on. You didn’t realise that you were exposing your self-inflicted injuries and scars to him until it was too late. You pretty much always wore long sleeved shirts to cover any traces of your struggle with self-harm, so displaying them was very much an unintentional act.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised and made a move to put your jacket back on when Tom gently placed his hand on top of yours to stop you.

“Please, don’t be sorry, [your name]. You haven’t done anything wrong,” he assured you earnestly. “You don’t need to hide them away from me. Unless you really want to, that is. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible with me and it’s really warm, so naturally, you should take your jacket off to not get overheated,” he reasoned.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you mumbled apologetically and placed the jacket in your lap instead of putting it back on.

“Do I seem uncomfortable?” Tom asked and you smiled as you met his warm gaze.

“No, you don’t,” you replied and felt relief wash over you. Then tears formed in your eyes as you realised how much his non-judgemental and respectful response truly meant to you. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly seen by someone. You had revealed a well guarded secret about yourself to Tom and his response was not to shy away from you or act like he hadn’t seen it. Instead his focus was on making you feel more comfortable. For once, you felt truly accepted for who you were.

“Can I give you a hug?” Tom requested and you nodded through your tears. You both stood up and you continued to cry as he embraced you. You relaxed under his gentle touch and leaned into him, letting him comfort you. “It’s okay, [your name]. It’s going to be alright.”

You cried it out against Tom’s chest and you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You smiled through your tears as you took a step back from Tom after your hug. He smiled back at you and held a hand on your shoulder as if to assure you that he was still there for you.

“Do you get any help and support for this?” Tom wondered and you shook your head in response. “Would you like me to help you reach out to someone? You shouldn’t have to carry this alone.”

“Thank you, Tom. I really appreciate it, but I don’t want to be of any trouble to you,” you replied and glanced at your phone to check what time it was. “Our time is up and I’m pretty sure you have other, more important matters to attend to.”

Tom glanced down at his own watch and sighed.

“Unfortunately, I do need to leave soon,” he told you regretfully. He frowned and seemed genuinely bothered by the fact that he didn’t have more time on his hands. “Don’t think for a moment that you’re not important to me, because you are. I mean it,” he said and handed his phone to you. “Please, give me your number and email so we can keep in touch. With your permission, I would like to ask my trusted friend Luke to assist me with researching some options on what kind of help there is out there for you. You shouldn’t have to be alone in this.”

You granted Tom permission to share your information with his friend and thanked him as you handed back his phone after writing down your contact information. You received another heartwarming hug before Tom had to leave the café. After he left, you gathered your belongings and headed home, feeling less lonely than you had before your meeting with Tom. Your phone buzzed and you smiled at the sight of a text message from him.

‘Hi [your name]. I just wanted to let you know that I spoke to Luke about what we talked about and he will contact you shortly with some options on different ways you can get help. Please, take care of yourself and let me know how you’re doing. You’re important to me. Love, Tom H.’

The next morning, you woke up to find a rather long and carefully worded email from Tom’s friend Luke in your inbox. You appreciated the help as it made it easier for you to figure out what to do next. Tom’s and Luke’s encouragement motivated you to finally reach out to a mental health professional for support. You felt a sense of relief and pride that you had finally taken that step and made sure to inform Tom and Luke about it.

Later that day, you received a sweet video message from the two friends. They sat in the back of a car and smiled as they told you about how proud they were of you for reaching out. The video ended with Tom telling you that you are loved and important to him. You smiled as you saved the message and for the first time in a long time, you felt carefully optimistic about the future. Later in life, you would look back at this moment as the beginning of a beautiful and lifelong friendship with Tom.

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Current Requests

Here’s a list of the requests I currently have in my inbox (last updated July 5th 2022).

Current Requests

-  A fic with the prompt “you’re the one who could ever hurt me, because you’re the only one I ever loved.”

- A Sir Thomas Sharpe x shy bookish plus size reader first time. Or Tom researching for Crimson Peak and falling for a shy bookish plus size reader who’s into ghost stories etc.

- The reader had been sexually assaulted a year earlier and now it was time to do the sex scene with Tom Hiddleston for the Night Manager and right before the shooting starts she pulls him aside and says that she was nervous to be topless on camera but says that she trusts him and asks him to try to block as much as he can. And after the scene she idmediatly runs off set to her trailer and eventually he shows up and finds her dealing with flashbacks and he calms her down and finds out what happened

- ��It’s just platonic cuddling with Tom Hiddleston and the reader? Like where reader is extremely touch starved or something and tom finds out and just all fluffy goodness?

-  Tom Hiddleston x reader when she got sick, like covid

Here’s a list of my Finished Requests 

In case anyone is wondering, I’m still open for requests, but it might take a while until I’m able to write them. Here’s a link to a post about making requests.

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Thank you so much for your kind words, Ning! They truly mean a lot to me. <3

I love your writing too, dear! It’s really inspiring to read and I think you are so brave for sharing it with the world. I can very much relate to your feelings of being insecure about writing in another language than your native language. I feel the same way about writing in English. Thank you for sharing your work. It’s such a great way to learn a new language; by writing in it, translating your stories into it. I’m so very proud of you, darling. Well done!

Don't be afraid, I'll be here.

ONE SHOT

TOM’S CHARACTER:WILL RANSOME

PAIRING:WILL RANSOME/JO RANSOME

GENRE:DRAMA,HURT/COMFORT,SPANKING,DISCIPLINE FICTION,CORPORAL PUNISHMENT

WARNING:This article deals with the disciplinary spanking of Jo and deviates from the original episode of The Essex Serpent. If you find this unacceptable, please do not open it.

WRITING IN THE FRONT:

Hi,everyone,this is Beizhi Ning.This work I translate my work from Chinese into English.lf l have some bad English usage or wrong grammar,please forgive me and let me know,l will learn and correct it.

Still a big thank you and much love to my dear friend@tomhiddlestonfanfic , whose encouragement gives me a lot of confidence again and again and again, and who l think is the best writer in my heart.❤️💕💞🌸

Please let me know if you like mystory, it means a lot to me.Or ifyou have any better criticisms orsuggestions, just send them to me.Thank you and love you.Ning.❤️❤️❤️❤️

The dark swamp was beyond sight, the girls with heavy crosses around their necks, mumbled a sad eulogy, their palms soaked with dried blood belonging to the goats.

The swamp was bubbling under, but the girls, as if possessed by a demon, walking in groups toward the depths of the water, until they disappeared at the end of the darkness.

Will watched all this on the distant plain, and could not stand by.In this terrifying scene instinctively, he runs desperately toward their part. He needs to save these children, these innocent and frightened by supposed myths, supposed nonexistent evil creatures.

He shuttled through one muddy slope after another, and the mysterious swamp and time race, but until he missed the last girl, he can only hear the girl's last sad murmur.

"Dad，Please help me!!!!"

Will then realized that the familiar voice, which he had failed to catch, was his only daughter, Jo.

"Jo!!!!!"

Will woke up from his nightmare. He was sweating and his hands trembled a little without fully awake.He looked around and saw the Stella sitting by the bed and helping him wipe his sweat.This are Gracie's countless nightmares since his accidental death.

"...Stella."Will pinched his clenched forehead, trying to calm his voice." I had a nightmare again. Where has Jo gone?"

Stella handed a cup of hot water and put her hand on her husband's shoulder. "She went to class with John,and they saw you slept not well today,so she didn't wake you up.what's up?"

Will sighed, and tried to say something, the gate was pounding, and Jonah ran in, seemingly frightened,which like the day that Gracie's body was found.

"Father..."His voice had a broken gong in his voice, but Will heard a clear pathos.

"Jonah, what's wrong?"Will straightened his clothes and stood up to help him when Jonah shook his head, with two frightened, muddy tears streaming down his face." Father, Naomi...For Naomi, she...."

"she...."

"Her dead body....On the shore after the low tide....Has been found."

Naomi's timidity came before him a few days ago, and Will was almost there until the sound of broken porcelain at the door awakened him.

By the time he chased out,the indistinct human was disappeared at the end of the wasteland.

Naomi's funeral was held at the church, the girl who was the target of public criticism a few days ago is now lying in the cold coffin, even the once cold and manic Matthew has shed tears in the sad atmosphere.

Henry became unprecedented depressed, he fainted several times in the eulogy and elegy.The loss of his two daughters in half a month shattered the industrious and simple widower. Will held his hand and said "God is with you", but the fact and the scene in the dream overlap everywhere, and Will's heart was already confused.

He could not imagine whether if one day his two children had suffered the same bad luck as Gracie and Naomi, he could stand idly like the empty Henry at this moment.Or, he might just break down, he thought.

Once again the gray atmosphere of sorrow and horror hangs over the gray town and the funeral ended in that atmosphere.

Will was the last one to leave from the church.He walked alone toward his house in the boundless wasteland, passing by the river as the water rose, and stopped, staring silently at the water for a few seconds, with a long sigh against the waters that had taken too many lives.

The sense of powerlessness and the boundless river in front of him, almost can drown the small him.

For the first time in decades, he had strong doubts about his faith.

He has always believed in and respected the gods.Over the past few decades, God and Essex villagers have used him as a bond, and he replaced God and vowed to protect the entire Essex villager , but he failed to protect his villagers, even just two young girls.

He never believed in snakes.But one after another, the accident took away too many innocent young lives, but also completely destroyed the small town crumbling calm.

Only when the wind by the water stung his cheek did he find himself in tears in his meditation, and he breathed a long breath and decided to give himself more time to think.His wife and children were still waiting for him at home, so he thought.

Until the thin figure in the distance appeared in his vision.In such a cold night, such a thin figure is really too striking and out of place.The cold wind reminded Will that the scene was not a dream, so he tried to focus with tears, and finally restore the clear moment, he once again like the same of a net column on the shore.

The figure is so familiar that even the scene has been played in his mind countless times.

Will lost all his thinking ability in an instant, but his muscular instinct was directly awakened, with countless same scenes in the dream.He almost stumbled in the dark wilderness, even if he almost was dizzy in the fast sprint, but he still could not stop chasing the visible death.

The figure was like summoned by the dark water, until she finally got into the cold, dark water.Will's inner panic is like a concrete transformation into a real big snake, and he seems to feel that in a moment, the so-called giant snake is chasing him at his feet.And he can not escape, a dark confrontation, as long as the snake wants, it can swallow him anytime and anywhere.

Yet he could not not run, because before his limited eyes, the snake's next target, was his daughter.

The sun disappeared into the sky in the last cloud, and a second before the darkness obscured his whole sight, Will finally stepped into the water.He swam desperately in the water until he finally hugged the girl with only the eyes, ears and nose on the water.

The snake at the foot suddenly turned into an ash and disappeared.

The girl's consciousness is awake, her body shivering under the cold water, her closed eyes in constant tears, until she was wrapped with a familiar taste of dry warm clothes, she carefully opened her eyes, she opened her mouth, seems to want to say a lot of things, but in the end she can only make simple syllables.

"Dad...."

Will's chest was still up and down, and so much happened that day, especially in the critical moment to stealing his daughter from death, which made him recover for a long time.Until the girl's cowardly whisper mixed with the wind and water sound into his ears, he in this little catalyst, finally can no longer suppress their own emotions.

Anger and fear went to his head. Ignoring his aching limbs and buzzing brain, he picked up the shivering little girl lying on the ground, pulled her into his arms, and smacked her bottom in an almost venting manner.

"Jo Ransome!What are you doing?How dare you?!!!"

Mixed with the river that could not completely evaporate, Will slapped the wind on the girl's poor, almost invisible hip, and the already soaked fabric only doubled the pain.The girl was sore and afraid, and her tears fell on her father. Now, the only thing she could do was to hold her father's equally wet clothes tightly, and find some poor security by holding him.But even so, she could not say a word, even any of her cry and cry.

Until Will's reason finally recovered in a single instant, and the anger was diluted, urging him to recover. He looked at the girl who hugged himself and endured his anger and pain, and finally realized what he had just done.He was in a visible panic, then his hands trembled, and he didn't even know if he should embrace his daughter back.

The wind of the night grew colder with time, and the cold mixed with fear and pain invaded the girl's body. Even before Will was able to apologize, Jo's thin body slipped from him.

The little girl who fainted still developed a high fever when she was carried home.

She lay in bed, her thin body as hot as a piece of charcoal, her closed eyes still with tears unwiped. Will did not change his clothes, just sat in the door of the room, listening to Stella busy in the door, he felt his heart even colic.

Will opens his eyes as the firelight in the room goes out, and Stella comes out of Jo's room, but the worried eyes of her does not disappear when she stare at her husband.

She closed the door, walked up and sat next to Will. " Jo is already asleep."Stella felt the man's shudder as she held Will warmly." What happened, Will?"

Looking at the silent man, Stella didn't compromise as before, and she continued asking, " Will, you need to tell me, this is our daughter.I think I have a right to know."

After another brief silence, Will finally could not help but express his vulnerability to his wife, he painfully buried his cheeks in the palm of his hand, hot tears finally seeping through his fingers, " Stella, we are about to lose Jo...I have lost her many times in my dream, and I can't lose her anymore."

Stella was stunned, got up and held her fragile lover in her arms. " Jo is asleep in the house, she is safe now, Will, calm down."

She has never seen such a heartbreaking moment for her calm lover, and most of the time he was peaceful and rational.In church, he always arranged his emotions and calm his restless villagers.Even if he had looked tired and sad, he could well organize his emotions in front of his wife and children, and calm her uneasiness again and again.

But this time, he collapsed.

His body trembled slightly with the tears, he wanted to suppress but still can not hide the cry, always reminding Stella that her lover is not a god,most of the time, his self-digestion is the protection of his family and villagers.

"Will, don't be afraid, I'm here, and Jo and John."

For a while, only Will's heavy whining and their breathing were left in the room.Will finally arranged his mood in the relative quiet, he breathed a long breath, stopped the hug at a moment, then his eyes that lived in the vast blue ,which is now covered with tired, finally willing to lift, and look at his wife.He seemed to make up a big determination, and his voice was still sad, saying, " I hit Jo,almost out of anger, I knew she would hurt, and I knew I shouldn't, which scared her."

"But I was so afraid, I almost, just in the dream, Stella, I was really afraid."

"I couldn't control my emotions, this was the first time...."

Will seemed to have something more to add, but he could say nothing at this moment.Seeing her lover's unusual depression, Stella sighed gently and threw him into her arms again, " Jo won't blame you, Will.She should be sad too because she worries you."

"If you really struggle, why not wait until she wakes up or gets better and talk to her?"

Will looked up, and in Stella's positive and supportive eyes, his trembling heart, just almost faltering, finally subsided in an instant.

In the evening, about a week after the disturbance, Jo knocked on his study door before Will.

"Come in , Jo."Will did not seem to expect Jo's coming, he quickly stood up from his desk, his little girl is thinner after the ordeal visible.He took her into his arms and suddenly felt a little sour.

The silent tenderness between father and daughter stays for a moment until Jo opens mouth before Will.

"...Sorry, dad, it worried you."

"I...I'm sorry."

The little girl seemed to use a great deal of courage, and her voice trembled, but her eyes fell earnestly and firmly into Will's eyes, and she said, " Father, please punish me."

Will's hand, which was helping her daughter smooth her hair, suddenly stopped. He stepped back and looked Jo up and down before confirming that her daughter was serious.He was almost surprised to speak, " Oh, no, Jo..."

"I haven't apologized to you yet, Jo, by the river that day...."Will didn't say any more things."What you need is rest and cake, not..spanked and punished,my little kid."

"You need not apologize to me for that day."The little girl said seriously," I deserve it."

Will gently frowned,then shook his head, and carefully corrected her. " No, Jo, that's not what you have to accept."

"In fact, you don't have to apologize to anyone.If you just want us to apologize to me, Stella and John, then I want to tell you: you have been forgiven and you should believe me."

Jo's suppressed courage was punctured by Will's word.She nose a sour, once again into Will's arms.

"It's not your fault,Jo."Will carefully hugged the thin little girl in her arms, her daughter's sensible almost broke him heart, she was so thin and seemed could be blown down by the wind, her body was slightly trembling with crying.

Feel Jo shook his head after hearing his words, Will looked down to let go, gentle eyes into the little girl's evasive eyes, he seriously and sincere looked at his daughter is falling into the emotional vortex again, seriously shook his head to correct her, " Jo, looking at me."

"You're a great girl, you're brave and strong, keeping secrets for a long time, something many people can't do, right?"

"I...It was just very sad that I couldn't save them."Jo said softly.

"It's not your fault."Will sighed gently and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes." Their unfortunate departure was unexpected, but it pushed us closer to the truth, Jo, God would take care of them for us before we found it."

Jo finally finds peace in Will's soft comfort.For a while she looked up, bright eyes once again into Will's eyes, which just the same, sincere request in.

Will looked at it, stunned.His little girl has always been as stubborn as him, for the identified thing is always stubborn and persistent.He smiled and sighed, sat back into his chair, and took the man into his arms.

You just hope that way makes you feel better, right?"

Jo's head was buried in Will's wide arms, and she nodded slightly, then held out her arm to embrace him.

"Oh, my dear girl."Will shook his head reluctantly again." Well, if that would help you."

He touched the little girl's hair, the other hand slapping where she wanted .

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

Jo shrank into his arms.Will silently looked at the little girl in his arms, the boundless darkness that day left a shadow in his heart, even at this moment is difficult to eliminate.

He sighed and tried to distract himself by thinking about the force and location of his next slap.

"You can cry it out, Jo."Jo suddenly made a sore breath at the fifth time, so Will stopped her action, one hand gently patted her on the back, the other hand smoothed the fold on the skirt," the last five times, ok?We just take this thing as going over."

Jo expressed the affirmation with silencing.

So the next five Will's smacks, though disciplinary, were much more reassuring than the loss of control that day.The girl whined with the last slap. Will kissed her at the top of her hair, and left her to hold herself without doing the next action.

The room was quiet for so long, until Will spoke again to break the silence.

"Anyway, don't do it again, promise me, don't you?"Will tried to make his voice gentle and soft, he raised his hand and stroked Jo's cheek," Find some time to apologize to Stella, don't you?She's actually very worried about you, too, Jo."

Jo's cheeks and nose tips were red, and at what Will said, she even sobbed.

Will felt even more distressed. He suddenly remembered something. He looked earnestly into Jo's eyes and spoke carefully:

"...Speaking of, Jo, I still owe you a very formal apology, sweet.That day, I didn't control my emotions, and I scared you.If you want to forgive my emotions that day....Or it doesn't matter if you don't, I'm sorry, really sorry."

"It must be very painful.I should not do that."

"If you still feel very sad, you can...."

Without saying that, a hug ran into Will's arms again.

"Thank you,dad."

Even though she had recovered from the wind and cold, Jo was still a little weak, and the little girl slept in Will's arms once again.After gently lifting her up to the bed, Will kissed her on the forehead.

"Everything will be over, and we will find the truth."

"Jo, don't be afraid, I'll be here."

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Hello ! I see that the request is open , can I request something from u then ? Hmm can you write a male reader x tom where the m.reader has been a huge fan of him for so long and they meet each other for the first time in a fansign even and the m.reader think that this is his chance to confess his love for Tom since he don't know how many more times that he would get a chance like this so it's now or never . I don't know what more to include feel free to add ur own flavours into it ! I love ur writing btw and I hope u're doing okay . 💙 Thanks in advance ! I'm sorry English is not my first language .

Hi! I absolutely love your request! Thanks for sending it in! I'm so glad to hear that you enjoy my writing. Your English is flawless. It's not my first language either, but I can tell that you're good at English from the way you write. <3 I really hope you'll like the result of your request. I just finished it and am excited to share it with you. It's called Now or Never. Love, F.

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Now or Never

TITLE: Now or Never CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Male Reader GENRE: Drama REQUEST: Can you write a male reader x tom where the m.reader has been a huge fan of him for so long and they meet each other for the first time in a fansign event and the m.reader think that this is his chance to confess his love for Tom since he don’t know how many more times that he would get a chance like this so it’s now or never. PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa​

TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff

Now or Never

Nervously, you stepped forward in the line and held out one of your favourite photographs of Tom Hiddleston for him to sign. You had been waiting for this moment for such a long time, and now that it was finally here, you found yourself at a loss for words. You wanted so badly to tell him how incredibly much he meant to you and how much you loved him and his work.

“Hello there, what’s your name?” Tom asked you and you nervously mumbled your name. “It’s really nice to meet you, [your name],” he said politely and looked at you in a way that made you feel truly seen by him.

“It’s really nice to meet you too, Tom,” you managed to say. “I…” you hesitated for a moment but decided that this would probably be your only chance to tell him how you truly felt. It was now or never. “I love you so much,” you told him and he smiled warmly at you as he stood up from behind the table and walked around it until he stood right in front of you.

“[Your name],” he said and put a hand on each of your shoulders. “Could you look at me, please?” he asked and you looked up at him. His eyes were so captivatingly blue and you swore you could see a mixture of sympathy and genuine care in them. “I love you too,” he told you sincerely. “I truly care about every single one of my fans and I want them to be happy,” he explained and smiled warmly at you. “You have the right to love whoever you want, and as long as it makes you feel happy and good, I think it’s great that you love me. I truly want you to be happy, so please make sure to take good care of yourself. If you ever start to feel unhappy by loving me, I want you to promise me something.”

You looked at him with slightly widened eyes and waited in great anticipation for what he was about to say next.

“I want you to promise me that if you ever start to feel unhappy because you love me, you’ll move on and remind yourself that I’m just an ordinary person with flaws just like everyone else. You may be in love with an idealised version of who you think I am, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. I just don’t want to disappoint you. I love and care for you very much. Can you promise me to take good care of yourself?” Tom asked you and you nodded eagerly at him in response.

You were smiling, because the genuine care he had just shown for you was exactly what you loved about him. He cared about people he didn’t even know. Perhaps sometimes he cared too much in a way that made him more vulnerable than other people.

“You’re a beautiful human being, Tom,” you told him sincerely. “Please, take good care of yourself too and remember that you are so loved by so many people. You truly make this world a better place.”

Tom looked at you with tears in his eyes. He seemed truly moved by your words. “Thank you,” he told you appreciatively and brought you into a hug. He held you close and spoke to you so only you could hear it. “Thank you so much, [your name]. I think I needed to hear that. I will forever keep your kind words in my heart. You make this world a better place by being in it. You’re unique and the world needs more people like you. You are valuable and you just made my day a whole lot better. I will hold on to your words. Thank you, [your name]. My dear friend. I love you too.”

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Hey 😁do something with the music listen to your heart.

Thank you for your request, darling! :D I had a really good time listening to the song on repeat as I wrote this fic called Listen to Your Heart. I hope you'll like it! <3

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Listen to Your Heart

TITLE: Listen to Your Heart CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom, Depressed Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Gender Neutral Reader GENRE: Hurt/Comfort SONG: Listen to Your Heart by Roxette WARNINGS: Depression PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa​ REQUEST: Do something with the music listen to your heart. TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff​ @prislaa​

Listen to Your Heart

You sighed heavily as you wiped off the condensation from the bathroom mirror and looked at your own mirror image. Your eyes were red from all the crying you had been doing in the shower and you looked tired. Gathering your emotional self together, you proceeded to put on a song on your phone and started your morning routine, getting ready to face yet another day.

As you listened to the lyrics of the song, you were struck by how much you could relate them to your own life. So you put the song on repeat and took your time to prepare yourself for [work/school/other activities].

‘I know there's something in the wake of your smile I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah You've built a love, but that love falls apart Your little piece of Heaven turns too dark’

Tom had not quite been himself lately. It was like his usual high energy and life optimism had finally been switched off, and reduced him to a bleak version of himself. He was in between jobs at the moment, and he wasn't exactly looking for a new project to enthusiastically dive into. He had stopped running and exercising like he usually would and if it hadn’t been for Bobby needing several walks on a daily basis to feel good, Tom probably wouldn’t have left the apartment at all. The little energy that remained in Tom was used to take good care of his beloved dog. He barely showered anymore, and he didn’t shave his beard. He was beginning to look unkempt and you felt worried about him ruining his image, that used to matter to him.

‘Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah They're swept away, and nothing is what is seems The feeling of belonging to your dreams’

Your life together with Tom was falling apart, and you were ashamed to admit that you weren’t sure anymore if what you had was worth fighting for. He refused to seek help, no matter how much you begged him to go see a doctor, a psychologist and some kind of therapist. Just someone, anyone, who could help him get back to his usual self. He used to be so healthy and eager to take on whatever life had to throw at him, but now it was almost like he had given up all hope that things would ever change for the better.

‘Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do I don't know where you're going and I don't know why But listen to your heart Before you tell him goodbye’

New tears ran down your face as you listened to the chorus of the song. You felt so guilty for even thinking about leaving him. He hadn’t been paying attention to you lately. You felt like you didn’t even matter to him anymore. Every day, you dreaded coming home to a messy apartment and a moody boyfriend who just seemed to want to be left alone. You had tried cheering him up countless times, but somewhere along the road, you had stopped trying. You felt like a housekeeper and a parent that needed to remind him of basic hygiene and things like eating properly. You felt so incredibly lonely, because you could never tell anyone about how bad things really were. You wanted to feel seen again, and for your voice to be heard, but Tom seemed unable to reach these days.

‘And there are voices that want to be heard So much to mention but you can't find the words The scent of magic, the beauty that's been When love was wilder than the wind’

You used to be so happy together. When Tom came into your life, it became like a dream. Everything had been great and you two got along so well that it was almost too good to be true. The harsh reality of Tom’s severe depression had roughly awoken you from your dream-like existence and thrown you into an ice cold, stormy ocean without a boat in sight.

‘Listen to your heart (Take a listen to it) When he's calling for you Listen to your heart (Take a listen to it) There's nothing else you can do I don't know where you're going and I don't know why But listen to your heart before, uhh Listen to your heart (Take a listen to it) When he's calling for you Listen to your heart (Take a listen to it) There's nothing else you can do I don't know where you're going and I don't know why But listen to your heart Before you tell him goodbye’

You smiled sadly at your own mirror image as you tried to prepare yourself for the day. You listened to your heart, just like the song suggested. Even though your heart was aching and it felt broken, you decided that you needed to stay. Even though Tom acted like he didn’t love you anymore or even cared about you, your heart told you to stick around. Just for a little bit longer.

You heard the door to the apartment open and realised that you had taken too long to get ready. Now you were running late. You left the bathroom with your phone in your hand and was just about to turn off the music when you found Tom staring at you. His sorrowful gaze distracted you so you left the music on and put your phone into your pocket. You stared back at him with tears in your eyes as you felt seen by him for the first time in weeks.

“Is that a breakup song?” Tom eventually asked. You smiled reassuringly and shook your head at him.

“No, at least not to me,” you told him truthfully. He walked up to you and brought you into a tight, loving hug.

“I’ll seek help,” he said in a broken voice. “I need help.”

“I’m here, Tom,” you assured him and immediately cancelled all your plans for the day. This was by far more important. “I’m here for you. Let’s get you the help you need.”

“Okay,” Tom agreed as tears ran down his face. He looked so sad that you couldn’t help but cry too. But you managed to smile through your tears as you assured him that everything would be alright. His display of weakness and desperation had somehow made you stronger. You felt strong and spoke in a steady voice on the phone as you got in touch with a praised psychiatrist that you had looked up online. He was supposed to be one of the best ones in town and he was willing to make time for Tom later on the very same day. You felt more optimistic than you had in a long time as you hung up the phone and brought Tom into a loving hug.

“You’re going to be alright, Tom,” you promised and felt convinced that your words were true.

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Making It Work Chapter One

TITLE: Making It Work

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 1/?

WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom, Dad Tom

PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Reader

GENRE: Drama, Romance?

SEQUEL TO:  It’s Complicated

PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa

TAGLIST:  @waddlenut​ @sleutherclaw​ @twhiddlestonsstuff​  @srhxpc​ @ordinarylokix​ (I remember that you both suggested that I should write a second part for It’s Complicated, here it is!) 

SUMMARY Nearly a year has passed since your ex-boyfriend Tom came back into your life in order to develop a relationship with yours and his son William. Your son was two years old when Tom first learned about his existence and with a mixture of surprise, love and wonder, Tom welcomed his child into his busy life with open arms. Facing the hardships and happiness of parenthood together, you can’t help but wonder what could have been if you had told Tom the truth from the start. If you had told Tom about your pregnancy, would you have been a family by now? Has that ship already sailed or is there still a chance that you and Tom could go back together?

Chapter One: We’ll Make It Work

Nearly a year has passed since your ex-boyfriend Tom came back into your life in order to develop a relationship with his son. William had just turned three and celebrated his third birthday with Tom’s family. You missed your son dearly, but you agreed to it because you still felt guilty about letting Tom miss out on the two first years of his son’s life.

Your life became easier since Tom got shared custody of your son, and you felt happy that your son now had so many people who loved him. It used to be just the two of you, and your parents of course trying to help out as much as they could. Now you had Tom’s mother, father and two sisters who gladly helped with babysitting William every now and then. You were in a better situation financially now that Tom was more than happy to buy his son whatever he needed.

You were thinking about going back to school to become a nurse. Right now you worked as an aide in a psychiatric ward, but dreamed about being able to do more for your patients by becoming a psychiatric nurse. You had thought about studying to become a doctor, but didn’t really feel like you would have enough time over for your son if you did. Balancing nurse school with work and being a parent would be challenging enough.

You smiled as you heard your son’s and Tom’s familiar voices from the stairwell and went over to unlock your apartment door. You opened the door carefully and squatted down to greet your son with a loving hug.

“There’s my big boy! I can’t believe you’re already three years old!” you said eagerly and bombarded him with kisses. It warmed your heart to hear him giggle and hug you back in response. “Mommy has missed you so much!”

Tom remained by the door and smiled at you and William.

“Please, come inside. I need to talk to you about something,” you told Tom and he shut the door behind him and proceeded to take his shoes and jacket off. “Do you have time for some coffee?” you asked and he nodded at you.

You and Tom simultaneously helped William get his clothes off; you took off his jacket and Tom pulled off his shoes.

“We make a great team,” Tom commented with a smile.

“We do,” you agreed. It was so good to have Tom back in your life again. You had missed him so much.

You put on some coffee and then sat down in the living room with William and Tom. Your son was so eager to show you some toys he had gotten for his birthday, that you forgot completely what you needed to talk to Tom about. Immersed in playing with your son and his new toys, you didn’t notice that Tom had gotten up from the couch until he was back again with two cups of coffee and a glass of sparkling water for your son.

“Will, are you thirsty?” Tom asked and your son eagerly took the plastic glass from him and had some water. He giggled at the sensation of bubbles in his mouth and accidentally spit out some of the water on his shirt.

“Oh, darling. The water is supposed to be in your mouth, not on your shirt,” Tom pointed and laughed. He handed you one of the cups of coffee and put his own on the couch table, before sitting down on the floor to pull his son into his lap and hug him. You looked at them and saw that they both had the same smiles. They were so alike and you pulled out your phone to take a picture of them together.

“Look. You’re so alike,” you said to Tom and showed him the photo. His face lit up with joy as he noticed the similarities between himself and his son and he smiled proudly. “I’ll send it in the family group chat,” you told him and he nodded agreeingly. It had been his idea to start the family group chat so that everyone involved in William's life would be able to keep up with what was going on. It was full of pictures of William doing different things and comments from you and Tom, his grandparents, aunts and some close friends.

Sophie, who was Tom’s friend Benedict’s wife, was the first to comment on the picture. ‘Those smiles are identical. Are you sure Will is not a clone of Tom?’ You smiled, showing Tom the comment.

“Let me take pictures of our feet together. I need to prove that Will is my son too,” you said and Tom laughed, taking his own and William’s socks off. You took one of your own socks off and placed your feet together before snapping a picture.

“You two have the cutest little pinky toes I’ve ever seen,” Tom told you with a smile and kissed William’s foot. Both yours and William’s pinky toes were considerably shorter compared to the other toes.

‘I’m sure. Will’s got my pinky toes,’ you wrote in the chat group and sent a picture of your naked feet together.

‘How adorable! So tiny!’ Sophie replied.

You and Tom smiled as you both read the various comments in the group chat and showed William pictures of himself. Your son really loved watching photos of himself together with people he knew.

“What was it you wanted to talk to me about?” Tom wondered suddenly when you reached the baby pictures of William that you had sent in the early days of the family group chat.

“Right,” you said and took a sip from your coffee. “I was thinking about going to nursing school, but I wanted to ask you about it before making any decisions.”

“That’s a great idea, [your name]!” Tom said excitedly. “You used to talk about going to nursing school back when we were dating. How come you never started?” he wondered.

“Well, you know… life got in the way, I suppose. I mean I was pregnant and my parents are both still working full time, so I wouldn’t be able to get much help from them to have time to study,” you explained.

“If only you had told me sooner, I would have been more than happy to help,” Tom told you. “But enough about the past. Let’s talk about now. Do you want to go to nursing school? Then I think you should. The circumstances are different now. You’ve got more people around you to help you out with Will and you’ve got me. It’s about time that you got to live your dream too.”

You smiled and your eyes water at Tom’s words. He was so supportive of you.

“I’m not sure,” you told him. “I won’t be able to spend as much time with Will.”

“I’ll happily spend more time with him. We’ll make it work,” Tom told you decidedly. “I mean it. You have to do this,” he said encouragingly. “I promise, we’ll make it work.”

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Making It Work

TITLE: Making It Work

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 1/?

WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom, Dad Tom

PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Reader

GENRE: Drama, Romance?

SEQUEL TO:  It’s Complicated

PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa

SUMMARY Nearly a year has passed since your ex-boyfriend Tom came back into your life in order to develop a relationship with yours and his son William. Your son was two years old when Tom first learned about his existence and with a mixture of surprise, love and wonder, Tom welcomed his child into his busy life with open arms. Facing the hardships and happiness of parenthood together, you can’t help but wonder what could have been if you had told Tom the truth from the start. If you had told Tom about your pregnancy, would you have been a family by now? Has that ship already sailed or is there still a chance that you and Tom could go back together?

CHAPTER INDEX

Chapter One: We’ll Make It Work

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I Can Ease Your Pain Chapter Five

NUMBER OF CHAPTERS: 5/5 (Chapter Index)

WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Doctor Tom Hiddleston

GENRE: Drama, Hurt/Comfort (no Romance)

SONG: Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd (with Bowie) (with Cumberbatch)

PICTURE CREDIT: Banner made by the amazing @prislaa 

WARNINGS: self-harm, suicidal ideation, depression and anxiety

TAGLIST: @sleutherclaw​ @christineblood​ @twhiddlestonsstuff​

AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you think any of the subjects in this story might have a negative effect on your well-being, please DO NOT read this story. Take care of yourself and don’t worry; you can check out some of my other fics instead that don’t have those warnings on them. Love, F.

SUMMARY You’re an awfully shy and quite awkward person. After an incident at an acquaintance’s party, a close friend takes you to the hospital to get you stitched up from a self-inflicted injury. At the hospital, you’re faced with a choice that might just change your life forever.

Chapter Five: Get You on Your Feet Again

Friday came and you felt more than ready to leave the psychiatric ward. You had looked forward to what would be your last meeting with your doctor. You knew you were going to miss seeing him every now and then, but you accepted that it was part of the process. You were now well enough to go back home, and there were other people in a greater need of professional help than you who needed your bed at the ward.

“[Your name]. It’s good to see you,” Tom greeted you with a warm smile as he let you into his office.

“It’s good to see you too,” you replied and smiled back at him. “I wrote a haiku,” you added and handed him a post-it note with a short poem on it. He read it and looked genuinely impressed.

“It’s brilliant,” he praised and you felt your cheeks grow warm. “It really captures the feeling of being depressed. Would you mind if I kept this?” Tom wondered eagerly.

“You can keep it,” you confirmed and his smile widened.

“Thank you so much. You know what? There is this writing class I’ve signed up for,” he said and pulled out a drawer and grabbed a piece of paper from it. He handed you the paper and you saw that it was a flyer for a writing class. “It starts in two weeks and will be on Thursday evenings. I would be delighted if I saw a familiar face there.”

“That sounds really nice,” you replied but frowned slightly. “But are you allowed to do this?”

Tom smiled at you and nodded. “Since you will no longer be my patient, I don't see any problems with it. After all, I’m allowed to spend my free time however I like. If you happen to attend the same evening class as I do, then so be it.” 

You smiled in response and glanced down at the paper again. Now you had something you really looked forward to. It would be exciting to share your works with other people who also enjoyed writing. And the fact that Tom would be there too, only made it better.

A few weeks after your discharge, you went to the writing class your former doctor had told you about. Tom’s smile widened at the sight of you and he walked up to greet you properly.

“[Your name]! I’m so glad you came!” he said enthusiastically.

“Hi Tom. It’s good to see you,” you replied with a smile. It felt good to see him in an entirely different context than as a patient in a psychiatric ward. Here, there was no power imbalance between you. Here, you were simply peers with a common interest.

“It’s good to see you too, [your name],” Tom replied and pulled you into a friendly hug. You wrapped your arms around him in response and smiled. You felt genuinely happy to have found a way to keep him in your life, and if you had interpreted the hug correctly, the feelings were mutual.

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When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy (but only if you want to)! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifs (anonymously if you want). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ♡

Awwwh. This is so nice. Things like these make me happy. ❤️

Five things that make me happy are:

Tom Hiddleston smiling (or Tom just doing pretty much anything) makes me really happy. He seems like such a genuinely nice and good-hearted person. 😍❤️❤️❤️

All the love there is for Loki out there makes me really happy. I get tears in my eyes because I love him so much, and I love that others do too!

Writing is my big passion in life. I just love it so much. It makes me truly happy to share my work and even more so when I'm lucky enough to get feedback on it. Every single like, reblog and comment warms my heart and motivates me to write more.

David Bowie makes me happy. Listening to his music, watching films, live videos and interviews with him brings me joy.

The lovely friends I've made here on Tumblr and the interactions with lovely people who read my stories makes me truly happy. You all mean the world to me. Seriously, you're all what keeps me getting up in the morning when things are rough. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU! ❤️❤️❤️

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hey do something for me the reader hasn't been doing well the last few days so tom has a surprise for her he appears as president loki and drives her crazy oh can it be hot?? please 🤭😏😘

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I had so much fun writing it! I hope you’ll like it! It’s called Surprise. (I’m sorry if it’s a bit silly rather than hot. I was goofing around a bit when I wrote it.) Love, F.

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Surprise

TITLE: Surprise CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom, President Loki PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Gender Neutral Reader, President Loki/Gender Neutral Reader GENRE: Romance, Fluff REQUEST PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa​ TAGLIST: @waddlenut​ @sleutherclaw​ @twhiddlestonsstuff​  @prislaa​

Surprise

You were having a really bad week. Pretty much everything hadn’t worked out the way you had wanted them to, so you had to improvise a lot and come up with makeshift solutions at work. You had tears in your eyes and felt so impossibly tired as you came home on Friday night. Finally you could rest.

Tom was a delight. He sensed that you were tired, so he cooked you dinner and suggested that you should just lay on the couch watching TV together. He assured you that it would be okay if you fell asleep, he just wanted to be near you. On your request, you watched the Loki series together.

“Awwh, I love alligator Loki,” you told Tom with an amused smile. “But I sure wouldn’t mind hanging out with president Loki. He’s kind of hot.”

“You think?” Tom asked with a grin.

“Yeah,” you said and rested your head on Tom’s lap, pulling a blanket on top of you. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with a content smile on your lips. You had made it through a rough week and now had a whole weekend to spend with your dear boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt rested and eager to take on a new day. A day with Tom. You turned around towards his side of the bed and screamed once you saw alligator Loki where Tom was supposed to be. For a brief moment, you thought the alligator was real, it looked real, so you backed away from it until you fell out of bed. Then you burst into a fit of laughter at how ridiculous it all was. Of course Tom wouldn’t put a real, live alligator in your bed.

“My God, Tom!” you called into your apartment, not knowing where he was. “You really got me with alligator Loki! How did you get him?”

When you received no answer, you walked around your apartment, looking for your boyfriend.

“Tom? Tom? Where are you?” you called out. But the apartment was empty.

You sighed and were about to pick up your phone to call him, when you noticed that he had set the table and served you breakfast. There were fresh fruit, berries and pancakes. You touched them and noticed that they were still warm. With a smile, you sat down by the kitchen table and pulled out your phone to take a picture of it.

You also texted Tom. ‘My beloved. Where art thou?’

Tom called you up soon after you had sent the message.

“Hello darling,” he said in a sugary voice.

“Where are you at?” you asked him with a smile.

“I’ll tell you later. Please, eat the breakfast I have made for you. You’re going to need the energy later,” Tom told you and you laughed.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you questioned amusedly.

“You’ll see,” Tom replied. “I’ve got to go now. I’ll be home in an hour. Have some coffee and breakfast and just relax, my dear.”

“Okay. At least I’ve got alligator Loki to keep me company. I got so scared at first that I fell out of bed,” you told him. You smiled as you heard Tom laugh.

“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” he asked after laughing heartily at your clumsiness.

“I might have a bruise on my butt since I landed on it, but it was worth it. I love alligator Loki. Thank you for cheering me up, Tom,” you said appreciatively and went to fetch alligator Loki to seat him by the table to keep you company.

“You’re very welcome, my dear. I’ll see you in an hour,” Tom said.

“See you then,” you said and hung up.

You enjoyed your breakfast in the company of the alligator with a horned helmet on and put on some music to break the silence. You sang along to the songs on your most played playlist and had a pretty good time as you cleared the table, put away the rest of the food in the fridge and did the dishes.

You had a good feeling and decided to surprise Tom by mopping the floor. You started in the hall and continued into the other rooms, dancing around as you were cleaning.

“My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space. And I know I’ll lose control of the things that I say. Yeah, I was lookin’ for a way out, now I can’t escape. Nothin’ happens after two, it’s true, it’s true. My bad habits lead to y-”

Your singing was interrupted by a loud noise from the hall. You hurried over to see what it was and gasped as you saw your boyfriend laying on the floor in full president Loki gear.

“Oh my God! Are you okay?!” you asked and quickly came to his aide, helping him up.

“It was hardly the entrance I had in mind,” Tom said with an embarrassed smile. “Why is the floor all wet?”

“I wanted to surprise you by mopping the floor,” you replied and felt your cheeks grow warm. “I’m so terribly sorry you slipped. Are you okay, president Loki?”

“Of course I’m okay, mere mortal. I’m a god after all,” he said in president Loki’s voice. You smiled mischievously at him as he brushed off his jacket. “What’s that smile about?” he demanded. “Do I amuse you?”

“No, not at all, my dear president. I’m just glad to see you, that’s all,” you assured him. “It’s an honour.”

He grinned at you in response and took you by the hand, leading you towards the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” you asked amusedly after he pushed you down on the bed.

“I’m just giving you what you want. If you want me to stop, just say so,” he told you with a mischievous smile. His sex appeal was driving you crazy, so you grabbed him by the green tie and pulled him towards you until he had climbed on top of you on the bed.

“I’m all yours, mister president,” you told him and brought him into a passionate kiss.

The entire thing was truly a dream come true for you and you felt deeply moved by how your boyfriend constantly found new and creative ways to cheer you up when you were feeling down. If this wasn’t love, you didn’t know what was.