Tom Hiddleston Fics

Cuddles (Tom x reader)

Tom was sitting on his bed reading a book, enjoying his night. He would be happier if his girlfriend, Y/N, was with him but you were working late again. The hospital was very demanding recently, and you hadn't been home for almost three days straight. He sighed, put his book aside, and scrubbed his hands over his face. It was late and you should have been home two hours ago. He missed you terribly! He didn't like your spot being empty. Yawning, he stood up and walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Tom heard the door open and smiled, but frowned quickly when he heard it shut.

SLAM!

"Oh dear," he mutters. He cringes as he hears things being banged about in the living room and kitchen. Tom rushes out of the bedroom to find out what is wrong and comfort you if necessary.

"Y/N," he called. Tom's voice is drowned out by more banging. What is she looking for?

"Y/N! Love, what are you doing?" he asked louder making his way over to the kitchen.

"Think you could be of some use?" you huffed. Tom raised his eyebrows.

"As soon as you tell what you are looking for, yes."

You glared at him and rolled your eyes, continuing your search. You opened every cupboard in the kitchen only to slam it shut a few seconds later. Glancing at Tom, you saw shock and concern written all over his face. You narrowed your eyes and moved on to the next cabinet.

"You already looked in that one." Tom's voice drifted over to you.

"And your point is?"

Tom yanked you to face him. "Stop, just tell me what you are looking for and I will get it." He kissed the top of your head before pulling back to look you in the face.

All you saw in his eyes was pity and concern. You felt a little guilty, but you were far too upset to stop now.

"Why? You don't think I can do it on my own? That I am some lowly damsel in distress?" you snapped.

Tom took a breath, "No, because your behavior is concerning. I want to know what is bothering you, Y/N."

"Nothing, I'm fine. You wouldn't understand anyway."

"Try me," Tom said.

"I just want food. I need a pan."

"Y/N, I told you there would be food in the fridge for you so you wouldn't have to cook." Tom stood in front of you trying to calm you down.

Comfort was the last thing you wanted right now, you were too worked up. You turned away and started cleaning the kitchen, you needed to keep your hands busy. You sighed heavily, frustrated. You felt Tom watching you again.

"You know, it would be nice if you helped out every once in a while," you grumbled. "You're always away galavanting at parties and ceremonies, only to lay around all day and contribute nothing to this household. I work my butt off for days at a time, and then I have to come home and take care of you and your mess. And I'm sick of it!" You were boiling and didn't care anymore. You couldn't keep your emotions in check and took them out on the first person you saw.

Tom had an unreadable expression on his face. "Forgive me," he said quietly. "I didn't realize I was such a burden."

"Ugh!" Stop apologizing," you yelled. Would you stop being such a bloody gentleman for one minute?" "You're always so nice and it is so annoying!"

"Fine, you want me to stop being nice?" Tom asked. "Then here goes. My so-called galavanting is my livelihood. I love acting, but I hate going to parties, award shows, and being away for months at a time! I hate being the center of attention, but I do it for my fans. I talk about you all the time in interviews and said parties, but you don't know that because you never come, you are always working too," he growled. "So don't you DARE lecture me on how much I'm away! I haven't complained about you working, have I?" His jaw clenched. "I miss you so much, but I don't say anything because I know it would just stress you out even more. And as for not doing anything around here - I make sure the flat is spotless when you come home so that you can relax and de-stress. I clean the house on my days off, I cook, and pay the bills so we can live here."

You gave no response, but stared at the carpet, no longer able to hold his gaze.

"You know what? This is pointless." Tom pinched the bridge of his nose. "I am going to stay at Ben's tonight. I need to stop before I say something I really will regret." Tom stood still for a moment hoping you would say something. He shook his head, raking his fingers through his ginger locks and walked to the bedroom. Leaning against the inside of the door, he closed his eyes. He felt awful for what he'd said and how he yelled. He hated yelling, especially at you. Tom knew he shouldn't have let you get him riled up. He knew you were probably exhausted and just needed to let off some steam. Sighing, he thought about what he could do to make you feel better. He smiled as he remembered the one thing you loved to do to relax, and set to work.

After Tom slammed the bedroom door, you sank down on the couch. The realization of what just happened hit you and you felt like trash. You had never once lashed out at Tom like that before. You had your spats, but nothing close to this. You were exhausted and wanted to sleep for a week, work was terrible and today you almost quit. Lost in thought, you didn't hear your boyfriend call you. Tom stood in front of you, taking in your appearance. You looked haggard and pale. He knelt down and placed one hand on your thigh and the other hand on your cheek.

"Love? Please look at me."

You shook your head, but Tom crooked a finger under your chin so he could look you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry love. I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you. And I didn't mean to make it seem like I do all of the housework. You do a lot," he apologizes. Tears welling in his eyes. "I hate you being angry with me. Please forgive me?"

"Oh Tom, you have nothing to be sorry for," you began "It was my fault. I was so angry and instead of just talking with you, I blew up in your face."

"Y/N"

"Please let me finish, babe," you shushed him. He nodded and waited for you to continue. "I am SO sorry. I couldn't hold it in anymore. It wasn't you, honest. I-I'm just so tired. Beyond exhausted, actually." You tried to blink back tears, but it was too late. "I..."

Tom pulled you close as you sobbed on his chest.

"It's alright, Y/N. Let it out. I'm right here, love," he soothed.

He rubbed your back soothingly and whispered sweet things in your ear. Not sure how long you sobbed, you slowly started feeling better. You put your hands around Tom's waist and hugged him tightly, your way of a silent thanks. He smiled and kissed your temple.

You pulled away. "Will you forgive me, Tom? I acted horribly and I am so sorry."

He cupped your cheek and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a few stray tears. "Of course, darling. But on one condition. You talk with me next time you are angry and we'll work through it."

You nodded and gave him a tired smile.

"Good," he said before pecking the tip of your nose causing you to giggle. "I have a surprise for you. Let's go to our room."

You looked up at him curiously.

Tom picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom. You snuggled into him, your head on his chest. You noticed his heartbeat picked up a little. Tom stopped just inside the doorway and gently tapped your side. Opening your eyes you gasped. There were candles all over the room; you didn't know you owned so many. The smell of vanilla and lavender wafted through the air. Tom knew you so well.

"Tom, it's beautiful! But I don't deserve any special treatment."

He walked you to the bed and placed you on your side. "Ah, my little dove, that is where you are wrong," he chuckled. "You do. You are exhausted and in need of some cuddles." Tom kissed your cheek before climbing over you to sit down. You giggled at his antics, knowing full well he was trying to get you to laugh.

He sat down pulled you close to him. You instantly melted into him, molding your bodies to become one. You tangled your feet in his until every part of you was touching. You were beginning to relax. The calming effect of the candles and the feeling of the man you loved wrapped around you. You were home. It wasn't the building that made it home, it was being in Tom's arms that made you feel safe, warm, and loved. No matter how cruel and dark the world got, Tom would always be there for you.

"Thank you, Tom. I love you."

Tom kissed your head. "I love you too, darling," he whispered as you finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.