Tom Hiddleston x Reader One Shots

Skin & Bones (Part One)

Trigger warnings: Eating disorder, anorexia, starving oneself, extreme weight loss, mention of bones and calories/food.

Summary: Tom comes home after a long couple months of working and is upset to discover that you've lost so much weight that your merely skin and bones.

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Tom had been working all his energy and time into his filming, and had spent nearly two full months away in New York. And although he loved his job, he missed home dearly. More importantly; he missed you.

His wonderful girlfriend. You were his true love, his partner in crime, his one and only. You had been together for nearly 3 years now and every day was as great as the next. The time you spent together now was becoming more precious, as Tom was beginning to leave home for longer periods of time. But you understood his work came first. And you had plenty to do on your own. You we're working on your own career here in London.

Today the clock seemed to tick by so slowly. It was quarter to five, fifteen minutes until Tom was due back. You had spent hours contemplating what to do for dinner as you knew he would be starved of a home-cooked meal. But the thought of having to endure so many calories gave you an intense rush of anxiety. You never told Tom about your past with eating disorders, and how the past year of paparazzi and the media comparing you to the other women Tom had dated was starting to really get to you, bringing those distorted thoughts back.

Before Tom left, you had started to cut out unnecessary snacking and only ate meals when you were absolutely starving. However, once he left, the following two days, water was the only thing that passed your lips. You had made yourself incredibly ill but pushed through it. Telling yourself that it'll be easier if you continue through the nausea and stomach cramps. The next week, you only ate two meals across the span of seven days, only drinking water and coffee to keep you going.

Now, you were really seeing results. You had dropped in weight significantly and were so proud of yourself for keeping control. Your body was weaker but you felt stronger. But it still wasn't enough. If you could lose this much, you could lose more.

The only thing in your way, was Tom. You felt awful for thinking of him as an inconvenience to your weight loss journey, but he was going to expect you to be eating with him all the time. He'd definitely notice if you only ate once a week. The thought filled you with dread.

And so you stood in the kitchen, with only a salad prepared. Nothing else, just salad. You had chicken in the oven and we're going to tell Tom you made dinner too early and had waited to finish your salad with him to avoid suspicion.

Suddenly, the door opened and you turned your head excitedly. In walked your gorgeous boyfriend with all his luggage. You ran to him best you could without making yourself dizzy and clung to him.

"Tom!!" You squeeled.

He leaned down to kiss you lovingly. And wrapped his arms around your back. You flinched slightly as the baggy shirt was pressed against your skin, worried he might notice your protruding spine.

He broke apart and looked into your eyes, smiling from ear to ear, holding your face between his hands. Your jaw was sharper than usual.

"God.. I've missed you so much!" He said, kissing you again.

"I've missed you too!" You said, leading him to the kitchen island. "I know you were probably expecting a fancy home cooked dinner, but I didn't have a lot of ideas, so unfortunately it's just chicken and salad."

He smiled at your efforts, then forowed his eyebrows when he looked at your plate.

"Darling?" He said. "Where's yours?"

You're mouth went dry and you tried your best to not sound too suspicious.

"Oh, I'm sorry love, but I ate most of mine while I was waiting... but I left some so we could still eat together?"

You're response sounded more like a question but he didn't read into it, thank god. He pulled a chair out for you like a gentleman and you sat down beside him.

You spoke about his time away and how worthwhile this weeks break was. He told you he had requested a 10 day break so he could come home as they wanted him away for another month and a half.

"It was too long," He said. "I wouldn't have been able to go that length of time without seeing you."

You barely touched your "leftovers" and instead listened to your boyfriend talk. When he was finished, you took his plate and yours, to the sink. Not allowing the opportunity for him to ask if you were finished, since you had only moved it around with your fork and not actually ate anything.

*

Together, you and Tom sat in your shared living room, watching movies, cuddled close on the sofa. It was dark out now, almost 11 and you were starting to worry now about what you were going to sleep in. You couldn't sleep in your baggy clothes, that would just be weird.

You yawned and shivered slightly beside Tom and he looked at you with kind eyes.

"Time for bed?" He said softly.

You nodded your head and we're surprised when he stood up and leaned back down to pick you up bridal style.

Tom picked you up and was alarmed at how light you were. You were never heavy by any means but you were as light as a feather in his strong arms. He decided not to think on it too much, and carried your weary body to bed.

Upon entering the bedroom, Tom placed you down gently and pulled back the covers for you, turning on a lamp. You crawled under the thick duvet and snuggled yourself into the covers.

"Would you prefer some night clothes?" Tom queried. But you shook your head and closed your eyes.

He simply smiled at you, and changed out of his daytime atire and climbed into bed beside you. He reached his arms round your small waist and pulled you closer, again, concerned at how different you felt under his touch. He was aware that you weren't the same as when he left but he didn't want to overthink.

Shifting into the mattress, you turned round to face him, so his hands were once again only on your back. You sighed comfortably in his grasp and felt yourself drift of to sleep so fast you barely remember being in bed.

However, Tom couldn't sleep as easily. Hours passed while you slept and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was troubling him that he didn't know exactly what was making him think like this. Just then, you moved and his hand brushed over your delicate spine. He nearly gasped when he realized what he was feeling. A horrible dread rose in his stomach as you turned in your sleep to have your back against his chest.
Holding his breath, he reached his hands over your tiny waist to feel your hip bones. Tears threatening his eyes, he traced his fingers up your shirt and over your ribcage. He didn't want to believe it. His suspicions were correct, and it pained him. How could you have let yourself get like this while he was gone.

He quietly cried and held you close to him, attempting to hold you tight but fearing you could break under his touch. You stirred in your sleep, nearly waking up. Tom tried to hold back his tears, but to no avail. You turn round and sit up, concerned. You hold Tom's face in your skinny hands and look deep into his broken eyes.

"My love.. what's wrong?" You whisper worried. Trying your best to see him in the dark of the night.

He brings his hands up to his face and holds your fingers against his cheek.

"Your disappearing.. right in front of me-" His voice wavers and he speaks so quietly you barely heard him.
His words hit you like a train. He knew.