Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Hearts Don't Break Around Here (one-shot)

Synopsys: Reader and Tom have been friends for years and both are attracted to one another, but things always come between the pair. So when a distraught Reader calls him up out of the blue, feelings might be revealed and lives might be changed forever.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Genre: Fluff/ angst/ SMUT (but nothing too crazy)

Warnings: SMUT- unprotected sex (Don't be a fool, vulcanize your tool.), swearing, but that's just normal me, some low self-esteem and, of course, grammar mistakes :D

Word count: 4578

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  Tom was enjoying his evening by simply relaxing, having TV turned on and Brooklyn 99 playing in the background, while his eyes scanned the pages of the newest script of a possible movie role. His black pants were still on, as was the white button up, yet the shoes he had discarded by the bedside, and the dark jacket was lazily thrown over the armchair. The chocolate brown Coker Spaniel Bobby was lounging right next to his side, as one arm scratched behind the dog's ear.
Suddenly, the calm atmosphere was disrupted by his phone going off. With a huff, he placed down the script so that the pages he was on were upwards and grabbed the device from the inner pocket of the jacket.
'Y/N' read the screen and a picture which he found to be the most adorable one of her, graced it as well. His fingers were squishing in her cheeks as the Y/E/C orbs were going crosseyed and he was planting a kiss on her temple. The two actors were best of friends, yet as the time had gone by, as they had spent more and more hours together, especially since Y/N had joined the MARVEL family and co-starred with him in Thor: Ragnarok and now continuing on with Infinity War, Tom found it harder and harder to hide his true feelings from the girl.
So now, as he took his gaze away from the picture in which they both looked like a mess, taken right after an intense fight scene, the voice that belonged to Y/N was nothing like in the happy memory.
"H-hey," it was a word interrupted by a sob, "you i-in Londo-on?"
"Yes, of course. Darling, what's wrong?" worry immediately settled in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't fathom what must have happened to Y/N for her to call him so late in the evening in such distress. Pizza nights and unannounced visits were quite the common things between them, but something in the tone of the girl's voice made him uneasy.
"Can I ju-ust come over to-o yours? Please?"
"Where are you?" Tom was already throwing on a coat and grabbing the keys to his car.

"I'm in-n the ca-ar. You don't have to come and ge-et me." Suddenly silence filled the line and he could hear her take a deep breath and exhale. "Can you just wait for me at your place? I'm fifteen minutes away."
He didn't want to let Y/N drive. Hearing the state she was in, it would not be safe for her to sit behind a wheel. And to think if something happened to Y/N, knowing he could have done things to prevent it made his guts twist and turn.
"Are you sure you're alright to drive?" Tom was by the door, house keys in hand and palm on the handle.
"Yeah. Please, just, wait for me there." It was an exhausted sigh.
The crease between his brown only grew larger, but he relented. "Okay. Call me when you're by the apartment. I'll open up the garage."
"Thank you, Tom."
With that she ended the call, leaving Tom in a state of concern and confusion. To say that the fifteen minutes it took Y/N to get to his place were the most nerve-wracking, would be a complete understatement. The man kept pacing around his living room. Bobby had sensed something was off and kept vigil by the door frame.
"Where the fuck are you, Y/N?" he muttered under his breath, right as the familiar headlights and shape of her car came into view.
"Thank the fuck."
He rushed out, taking three steps at a time and got to the garage, opening the doors from the inside. With gestures, he showed where Y/N could park the car and she killed the engine.
"Darling," it was barely a whisper that passed his lips as he saw how Y/N looked. The usually perfect eyeliner and mascara were now smeared all across her cheeks and temples. Her stance was as if an incredible weight was pressing down on her shoulders and her hands clutched tightly onto her handbag.
"Can we go up to yours? Please?"
He could tell Y/N was on the verge of a breakdown, so without another word, he side hugged her and led the girl to the elevator.
Once inside the apartment, the pair was instantly greeted by a very excited Bobby. The pup had taken a liking to the woman and his tail was wagging so hard that for a second Tom thought it would snap off from the speed.
"Hey there, buddy," Y/N dropped to her knees to scratch the dog behind its ears as he made way to put his front paws on her shoulders and lick her face. The chuckle that Y/N let out was genuine, but Tom could feel this underlying struggle. He could see the tension in her shoulders as the girl was attempting to keep her posture together.
"Off, Bobby. Not now."
Tom helped Y/N up off of her crouched down position and led her to his room. At this point, he couldn't care less about the script he'd left half read. Not even if it would cost him the role, for Tom, there was nothing more important than Y/N.
"Love, you know you don't have to ask permission to do anything here. This became your home the second you stepped foot inside." The woman's fingers were wrenching her handbags straps so hard her knuckles were white.
"Y/N," her gaze was on the floor and Tom stepped in front of her, gently putting a finger underneath her chin to make their eyes meet. The Y/E/C orbs were already brimming with tears and the moment Y/E/C met with Tom's blue the woman pressed her face into his shirt as violent sobs raked over her body.
Her fingers dropped the bag and instead wove around the man's torso in a hopeless attempt to keep up, but her legs buckled underneath her. Tom's arms caught her before Y/N's knees could even skim the floor. Picking up her bridal style he settled against the headboard of the bed, the girl's head tucked in the crook of his neck, arms now wrapped around his shoulders and legs thrown over his.
"Shh, shh, darling, it's going to be alright."
For almost an hour Y/N cried and Tom could do nothing but hold the woman he was in love with as she stained his shirt with salty pearls and makeup streaks. It broke his heart to see the bright person who filled his life with so much happiness, being so down as well as it filled him with seething rage towards the who or what had brought her to such a fall.
He stroked the Y/H/C strands and kept his lips pressed against her forehead as his left hand rubbed soothing circles on her thigh, simultaneously pulling Y/N closer to him.
" 'M sorry," she muttered after the cries had died down. Her finger traced the shape of a pearly white button. "I ruined your shirt. I'll get it dry-cleaned in the morning."
"Love, if you think that I give a single fuck about my shirt at the moment, then you don't know your friend at all."
Y/N just let out another deep sigh, finger still circling around the tiny button.
"Why am I never enough?"
"Pardon?" Tom couldn't wrap his brain around why she would say that.
"Why am I never enough? Just the way I am? Why can't people accept me just like I am?"
"Honey," he slid a matted piece of Y/H/C hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek, "why on Earth would you ever say anything like that?" And realising this must be the reason of her distraught state, he pressured her on. "What happened?"
It took Y/N a minute to collect herself, but the words that escaped her mouth set his insides on fire with anger the size of a thousand suns combined. "Marcus cheated on me."
"Love..."
"I just don't understand. Everything was going fine. We were happy. At least I thought we were," Y/N sniffled again and rested her cheek on his chest. "Did I not pay enough attention? I mean, yeah, filming has been crazy and now the press is making us all go insane, but I thought we were good. I thought I was enough. I gave everything, but I guess he wanted more, he wanted better."
"Stop it," the tone in which Tom said those words made Y/N look up at him with confusion clearly written on her face. "Do not dare say a sentence like that. Ever." His gaze was so intense, the blue filled with such ferocity she thought he could see straight into her soul. "I have never met a more amazing person in my life. I- I cannot express how you have changed my world, how much happiness and light you have brought into it. Every time I see you smile, I just know that the day is going to be perfect, that nothing will go wrong because you have brought the Sun out from the clouds. Never has anyone been so supportive of me, no matter what endeavours I push myself into. Never have I felt more cared for than every time you came to see if I was alright. And I'm not talking about just on set. You have no idea how great of a person you are, so just the fact that that asshole had the nerve to even think about doing something as despicable, let alone actually act upon those thoughts, makes me want to beat him until he can't stand. Because if I got to have you in my life like that, I would spend every second of each day showing how much I love you."
Tom's heart was beating so wildly he was sure Y/N could hear it even though her head was off his chest and wide eyes were looking into his with pure disbelief and an emotion that he couldn't figure out. But before he could ask what was going on in her mind, the girl's lips were on his and a palm was already twisted into his hair. To say that it caught him off guard would be a total and utter lie. It took him a good couple of seconds to grasp that he should kiss back; he'd been waiting for that moment for almost three years now, but Y/N was already pulling away. Horror filled her eyes as she clasped both palms over her mouth.
"I'm sorry," she jumped out of his lap and onto the floor, stumbling a bit, "I'm so sorry. Fuck! I- I need to go." She took her handbag from where it was still laying on the floor and rushed out of the bedroom. The man's mind was still reeling until he heard her heels click on the wooden floor of the hallway.
"Wait! Y/N! Hold on!"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry." He caught up to her right as she was opening the door and walking out of the apartment.
"Love, it's okay. It's fine, just don't leave." Gently his palm wrapped around her wrist tugging her towards him. "It's okay. We can forget about it. You did nothing wrong. But please. Stay. I don't want you driving around in the middle of the night. Please."
They looked at one another, Y/N's inner turmoil visible as daylight.
"We can just order pizza and watch TV until we're both sick, okay? Please, just stay. I don't want you to be all alone and hurt like this."
After a minute or so she finally relented. "Okay."
Relief flushed through Tom's body like a tidal wave and he pulled on her wrist a bit more until she was back inside the flat and he could lock the door. "I'll get you some clean clothes and you can grab a shower while I order food. That sound alright?"
"Yeah, thank you." The smile forming other face seemed real and it made Tom feel a lot better himself.
Y/N made her way back into his bedroom and placed her bag in the armchair. They'd spent countless nights together at his place, just eating junk food and watching reruns of shows, so she tried to settle her mind and put it in a state where it was just that- another sleepover at her friend's place.
He handed her one of his large T-Shirts and a pair of boxers. "I couldn't find the clothes you left behind the last time. They must be in the washer."
"It's okay. Thank you, again." She grabbed the pieces which smelled so like Tom it made her head spin. Quietly Y/N made her way to his bathroom and locked the door. Once he heard the water start running, he went to the kitchen and ordered two pizzas, some side dishes and then sat there. Pulling a hand through his hair he tried to clear his head, but it seemed to be to no avail.
Y/N was in a vulnerable state, Tom understood that, but when the girl had kissed him, when she had pulled their bodies impossibly close, the Brit had felt something different, something more coming from her and the underlying hope that she could reciprocate his feelings made it so much harder to accept the fact that Y/N just probably needed comfort. And yet if that was the only thing that he could ever be to her, he'd accept it with a smile on his face. As long as she stayed in his life.
That was the reason he hadn't interfered or said anything about how he truly felt. The fear of losing his light was too much, so he had just gone to the side and watched from there. Seeing her fall for others who were not him broke his heart into million pieces, but if Y/N was happy he would put on the performance of a lifetime to support his best friend.
He came back into the bedroom with two large boxes and three smaller ones balancing on top. There was a click and the steam from the shower escaped into the air. Y/N's hair was wet leaving dark stains on the grey shirt. Well on her it was more like a dress, but to him, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing her look like that. She'd washed the makeup off, leaving her bare-faced and natural. Every time they'd been together on a red carpet or at an event she was stunning, radiant and glowing, but Tom preferred her when she was most comfortable. Whether it was covered in dirt and fake blood on the set as they laughed their asses off, or like this. She was the most gorgeous human being he'd ever seen and just the fact that Y/N was wearing his clothes, that she looked content and as if she was home, made his heart soar.
"Food's here."
The girl made grabby hands at him and Tom chuckled at her childish antics.
"So," she scooted to the side of the bed making room for the man himself, "what's our programme tonight?"
"Well, I'll grab a quick shower myself, and then I saw that there was a Bones marathon happening. Seasons One through Five."
"I'll be staying here for the next five days then. Better stock up on food."
Tom smiled and shook his head, grabbing some pyjamas for himself. "Don't start without me."
"Wouldn't dare," is what she said, but most was muffled by the hot cheesy deliciousness Y/N was stuffing her mouth with and her concentration was turned to flipping through channels until she found something suitable to watch while waiting for Tom to return.
He took the fastest shower in his life, barely spending any time under the water. When he came out, Y/N had neatly tucked herself under the covers, one leg out from the duvet as the weather in London had grown warmer and some nights even needed to have the window open.
"You ready to become an anthropologist?" she questioned.
"Always."
Y/N flipped to the channel right as an episode was ending and the next one began. They talked, watched and even recited the lines as the show went on and on. Both pizzas were half finished and the potato wedges were put in the freezer for the next day.
Slowly Y/N moved closer to Tom until her body was snuggled into his side, sitting like they always did. His slow breathing accompanied by the steady heartbeat and soft circles he was drawing on her bicep made her eyes droop and soon enough the sound of Temperance and Booth faded away, replaced by the calm Tom induced in her.
He slid her body down until her head was resting on his pillow. Turning the TV off, the man made himself comfortable under the covers as well, never letting his gaze leave Y/N's face. She looked so peaceful, so carefree, a complete opposite of the heartbroken woman that had called him only a few hours ago.
"I'm sorry I allowed him to hurt you like that," he whispered into the darkness, the only source of light coming from the city. "I promise, I'll never let you go through something like that."
He paused gently pushing a strand of damp hair from her face, letting fingers trail the outline of her features. "And I'm sorry, I never told how much I loved you before. But just know that anything you decide, I will respect and will never stop caring or loving you."
Unconsciously Y/N moved closer, letting her head rest in the crook of Tom's neck and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"I love you, darling," Tom murmured into Y/N's hair as he felt his own eyes slip closed.