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46. Tom Hiddleston | You and Me

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr 

request: If your Requests are still open, could you do one about Tom being the one insecure in the relationship? Like he's afraid that Reader will get fed up with his fame and leave him. You mentioned it in Wrong Number and I'd like to see it played out a little more if you are willing. Thank You.

summary: Tom realized, he was the insecure one. His worries of you leaving due to his life are suddenly turned around.

warning: angst but turns to cute fluff!

word count: 1.6k

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Tom sat there as you laid across his lap, peacefully asleep. He was running his fingers through your hair with a book nestled in his opposing hand. With everything that had happened between the two of you, from him texting an unknown number, to the friendship that built which ultimately led to this blossoming relationship, he hadn't been scared.

But as he laid in his bed with you curled up against him, he suddenly had those aching thoughts.

You weren't familiar with his world, but you were so willing to lay everything down in order to be happy with him. Tom was your perfect match, you knew that within your soul. You always believed in soulmates but wondered where yours lacked. When in reality, your soulmate was the most kind, sincere, loving, romantic man you had ever laid eyes on.

However, Tom knew how his life was. Every single day, it sometimes felt like a fight. What would the paparazzi capture today? What horror story could they muster when they saw another woman on his arm? He knew he had a reputation for women. After Thor, his life took off at a rapid pace, hardly giving him the time to adjust. He was a Hollywood actor hailing from Westminster, London.

His life was crazy.

Usually, his rapport was found to be mixing with others like him, also indulged within the society of actors, celebrities. He saw every report, from the speculation of him and Natalie Portman, Kat Dennings, Taylor Swift, just to name a few. They had a common line.

They all had a reputation clearly set in the industry.

They were all alike.

But here, nestled with your head in his lap, sat none other than you.

In Tom's eyes, an angelic human being with fire buried within her soul, passion that inspired him, and a true sense of friendship. The most beautiful creature his eyes had ever settled upon with a sex appeal, unlike any woman he had ever dated or affiliated himself with. You were a literal queen to him, a woman who was fearless, true to herself, and ready.

And that terrified Tom.

He didn't want to screw this up in any way possible. He had deep care that resonated in his body for the women he found himself to encounter, but he had never loved any of them as much as he loved you.

Stroking his fingers delicately through your hair, he could hear the soft murmurs you produced in your gentle sleep, your body warm as it curled further against Tom's legs. Your head rested on his stomach, the inhaling and exhaling he performed making you rise gently before falling softly.

He didn't want his world to corrupt you.

He couldn't afford to have you be traumatized by the press, their every question being whether or not you were just another fling or something serious. Tom couldn't risk the anxiety of having you come to him in tears. He knew you were strong-willed and it would take a lot to push you over the edge, but he never wanted it to happen. He wanted to keep you standing behind the cliff, never falling to the edge.