A series of extremely weird stories surrounding our favourite mischievous anti-hero!
...and maybe the occasional Tom Hiddleston one too ;)
⚠️ This story may contain language that Steve would not approve of. Viewer discretion is advised.
🛑 I do no...
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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader
Warning(s): none really, just a comfort fic about reader having a bad day; step-by-step descriptions of cleaning sinks and fridges (idk, might trigger some people who hate cleaning?)
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Walking in through your front door was hard. A stray tear slid down your face as you dumped your keys and bag near the front door. Leaning on the end table, you took a deep breath.
You had just had a huge argument with your friend over something extremely futile and it ended with words that shouldn't have been exchanged, and you paid the price for it.
Grabbing your phone, you quickly plug in your headphones and opened the Spotify app and pressed shuffle on a random playlist.
Walking to the kitchen, you open the cabinet under the sink and grab your yellow gloves. Placing them on, you felt another tear slide down your face; a small sob escaping you.
You had to clean. You couldn't explain why, but cleaning was your coping mechanism; and it had been for as long as you could remember.
Wetting a paper towel, you wrung it out until it became damp, and lightly wiped the sink down. Grabbing a packet of baking soda, you began sprinkling it on the sink, making sure that every single crevice was covered.
Pulling out the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, you added a few drops to your mixture, and grabbed the sponge. And that was how you began scrubbing the sink like your life depended on it...because your mental state sure did.
Songs started and ended, but the scrubbing kept going. Tears freely streamed down your face as silent cries left your lips. Everything was hitting you now; the mistakes that you made at work, the one time that Tom needed you and you weren't there, the argument with your friend...just everything.
Slowly you washed the grimy mixture down the sink, hoping that the water hitting the metallic basin in her kitchen would drown out your occasional sob that you let free. The last thing you needed was for neighbours to be concerned about you.
The song changed again and you slowly felt your walls begin to crumble; but you wouldn't succumb to the despair yet. You weren't ready for it. So, instead you moved to the fridge, opened the doors, and began removing everything from it.
You still felt the urge to clean...and that wasn't good. Before you got lost in your sorrow, you grabbed the wipes and began wiping down the shelves. You need to keep busy, now wasn't the time to break down.
When you were done wiping, you removed the shelves, placing them into the sink. You then mixed a solution of baking soda and hot water, and poured it out onto the shelves. Now you had to wait; and you didn't know how long you could without falling into the pit of endless despair.
When the song changed again, you knew you had to start cleaning; the dam of despair was rising incredibly fast and was doomed to overflow any second. So, quickly, you once again grabbed your sponge and began scrubbing.
Your music was no longer helping, but was loud enough so you couldn't hear when your fabulous boyfriend entered through the front door.
The feeling of his comforting arms around you crumbled the dam wall. A devastating sob slipped past your lips as you turned and clung onto Tom.
"It's alright, Darling. Let it out. I've got you."
And that's what you did. A tsunami of pent up feelings of sorrow, despair, anger, frustration and multitude of others were released into Tom's chest. A river of tears streamed down your face and soaked his shirt as cries of anguish left your throat. Tom just pulled you closer.
"I've got you, Love."
He slowly began to rock your body side to side, as if you were both dancing to one of your favourite slow songs. Gripping onto his shirt, you managed to get out one sentence.
"It's not fair..."
He kissed the top of your head, "It isn't, my love. But I'm here for you, I've got you, and I'm not going anywhere."
You nodded your head as sobs racked your body, and pulled him as close as you possibly could. When you were drowning in your sorrows, he was the rescue crew, coming in to save you before you had the chance to succumb to the water.
He was your knight in shining armour and you wouldn't change that for the world.
He slowly picked your body up and held it close to him as he walked throughout the house. Every few moments a kiss was placed on the top of your head and reassuring words were spoken into your ears.
As soon as you felt your body hit the mattress and Tom's warm engulf you once more, you knew that you would be okay. Tom pulled you closer so that your head rested on his chest and his arms were wrapped around your body.
"Feeling any better, Love?"
You sniffled a few times, but nodded your head.
"I'll be okay, as long as I've got you with me."
He kissed the top of your head, "And I'll be here, every step of the way, Darling."
With that you snuggled into his chest, a sense of calm washing over you. Tom's hand slowly began moving up and down your back, soothing you further.
As you slowly succumbed to sleep, the last thing you heard was, "I love you, Y/n. And I'll always be here for you."
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