Tom Hiddleston One-shots

Drunk Tom

"You're pulling my hair and I can feel my hair ripping from my head. Stop." Y/N) had grumbled from the floor where she was using the coffee table as a desk to work on her asignment for work, due to her luck the next morning.

She was doing some last minute type ups for the office but she was caught off guard when Tom had climbed in behind her on the love seat and started to mess with her hair, tossing it around and chuckling s he tried to braid it. He had been home for the week and today he had no where to be so he had started to relax after dropping hs neice off at home from baby sitting so he was gonna read but later  turned into a buzzed game of him randomly playing with her hair, hence why she was sitting on the floor working. He had a few beers already but it took no time for him to feel buzzed.

"Stop fussing, I'm just doing your hair." He smiled down at her, pullng her hair gently so she had to look at him.

Giving a quick kiss before (Y/N) could go back to work. He had decided to try to braid her hair like Rapansel's hair from the movie they had watched with his neice, Sophia. HE was determined to do so though so it kept him occupied for a bit. 

"I don't have much hair man and you're hurting me. Why don't you make some tea and come back and maybe we can order out for dinner."

"Why is your hair so soft?" Tom ignored her.

"I took a shower before you got back from dropping Sophia off at home."

Tom began to pet her head, mumbling how she felt like a fluffy dog. Rolling her eyes with a chuckle before swatting at his hand as it lazily pet the crown of her brow all the way to the back of her head and again.

"My fluffy, fluffy doggy. So fluffy. Why haven't you done this to your hair before?....... Hey! You're not being very nice hitting me puppy." Tom whined, shaking his hand as if she actually hurt him.

"Oh god. I can't wait till you're sober so I can tell you about this."

"That I love my fluffy puppy?" He asked, smiling.

"You're hopeless." (Y/N) replied back, getting up and walking into the office wel Tom called out for 'pupper pup' so he could still pet them. Bobby very quickly took the spot where (Y/N) had just sat and Tom forgot that it wasn't Bobby he was originally petting.

After what felt like hours, (Y/N) had walked back into the livingroom to ask what he wanted to eat only to find him and Bobby both laying on the floor, Tom holding the dog like a body pillow to his chest. Bobby didn;t seem to mind and looked as happy as a clam from his spot.