#tom hiddleston/you

[tomhiddlestonfanfic]

It’s Alright

TITLE: It’s Alright CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Gender Neutral Reader GENRE: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m so sorry that it’s been so long since I last updated. To be honest, I am struggling right now with... life (mental health, economy, studies). I know that a lot of people struggle, and help and emotional support can be so hard to find. I received a beautiful request from a very brave person some time ago, and it really moved me and inspired me to write ‘It’s Alright’. REQUEST: The reader has recently started socialising again after a year of struggling with severe depression episodes, and is trying to get back to life. Tom has invited the reader to an event. When they (the reader) arrive, they are overcome by emotions that they have tried to keep to themselves for so long. Tom takes notice of this and comforts the reader. DEDICATION: I dedicate this to my dear friend who requested this story and to all those who are struggling. In my eyes, you’re true heroes and I’m proud of you. I keep my fingers crossed that it’s going to be alright for all of you. If you’re struggling and don’t feel like you have anyone to turn to for support: please, feel free to write me a PM (or is it called DM?) and I’ll try my hardest to support you to the best of my ability. You are valuable! Your life is valuable! You matter!

BANNER CREDIT: Prislaa    

TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff  

It’s Alright

A wave of panic washed over you as you found yourself amidst a sea of people. Surrounded by happy faces, all completely clueless to the struggle you were going through. The agony you were suffering. No one seemed to take notice of you. Except for him. Tom. He had watched you from a distance. Excited to greet you, he had made his way through the crowd of people towards you. Just as you were about to break, his strong arms wrapped around you. Shielding you from the overwhelming experience of being surrounded by people.

With an arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders, Tom led you through the crowd and into an unpeopled area past the wardrobe where you had turned in your coat earlier.

“[Your name]. Hi,” Tom greeted you quietly and his blue eyes were so tender as he looked at you. The area you found yourself in was dimly lit and around a corner from the entrance, so you were out of view from the guests arriving at or leaving the event that had gone on for hours. “I’m so glad you came. I know it can’t have been easy for you,” Tom validated.

“Thank you, Tom,” you mumbled. “And thank you for inviting me,” you added appreciatively. “Most of my friends have given up on even asking me to come with them to things like this. I know it’s my own fault, since I’ve declined so many times, but it just felt so nice to be included for once. I really want to start living again, not just staying alive.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, [your name],” Tom replied and smiled warmly at you. “I’m so proud of you for coming here tonight.”

You smiled embarrassedly. He was proud of you.

“It’s a bit ridiculous, isn’t it?” you asked him self-consciously.

“What is?” he wondered.

“The fact that I am getting out and doing things normal people do makes you feel proud of me,” you explained and smiled sadly. “It’s a bit sad, isn’t it? Pathetic, even.”

“There’s nothing pathetic about what you have been through,” Tom objected. “It really isn’t,” he insisted. “Please, look at me.”

You looked up at him and your eyes met. His eyes were deep blue like an ocean, holding the same sense of depth and mysteriousness. You knew from the way he looked at you that he was thinking about something, but as usual you could never quite figure out what was going inside that wonderful mind of his.

“Sometimes in life you get to a point where it’s no longer about living well and making the best of it. Sometimes in life, it’s just about surviving… about staying alive, like you said yourself. It becomes a matter of just getting through another day, even though every cell in your body is fighting you and telling you it’s just not worth it,” Tom said earnestly. “You’ve just fought a war against yourself, getting yourself through each and every day. Just because the war inside of you is invisible to the world, doesn’t make it any less real. I see you, [your name], and I admire you. You’re brave and you’re strong, and all those people here have no idea what a hero you truly are. But I know, and that’s what makes me feel so proud of you.”

“Tom, I…” You had no idea how to respond to his insightful and kind words. “I…” you uttered, but couldn’t bring yourself to say any more. You turned your back to him in order to hide your tears. You had a habit of keeping your tears to yourself, since you didn’t want to be perceived as weak. You were used to forcing a smile and keeping up an act to make it seem as though you were in fact doing better than you really were. But this time, all that sadness that you had been carrying around for so long, finally broke through those restraints you had carefully put in place and secured.

You buried your face in your hands as the tears ran heedlessly down your face. Tom wrapped his arms around you from behind and held you tight.

“It’s alright,” he assured you and you began to sob so much that your chest hurt. You were hurting so bad and had been in pain for so long that you no longer remembered what it was like to feel like you were doing okay.

As you cried your heart out, your legs gave in and Tom sat down on the carpeted floor with you, still embracing you from behind. You relaxed your shoulders and leaned back against his chest. The warmth of his body against your back, his strong arms wrapped over your chest and his fingers gently caressing your upper arms made you feel like you had finally reached your safe haven.

The tears, the crying and the pain all came out in waves. At first fiercely like a storm at sea, but eventually the intensity of it all began to die down. You felt completely drained of energy and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry, I-” you began trying to explain, but Tom just hushed you.

“It’s alright,” he assured you. “Just relax and rest for a bit. I’m right here with you.”

You smiled and sighed with content as you felt more relaxed and at ease than you had in a long time. You shut your tired eyes and peacefully drifted off to sleep in Tom’s arms. For the first time in a long time, you felt like things were actually going to be alright.

#tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x gender neutral reader #tom hiddleston/you #tom hiddleston/reader #tom hiddleston request #request #TW depression #depression #tom hiddleston & you #tom hiddleston & reader

[goldpomegranates]

solid grip

007!Male!Reader x Bond Boy!Tom Hiddleston

Rated E for explicit sexual content, dubious consent, & voyeurism WORD COUNT: 2.2k also on AO3.

Playing wrangler to another double-0 would normally be child's play, but when a crime lord sets her eyes on Mr Hiddleston thanks to his natural charm and insistence of being a gentleman, the assignment gets dicey. He plays the role of seductor to perfection, and much to your dismay, all you can do is watch.

—x.

MI6 gives him a gun. It comes as no surprise really, following the events at Monte Carlo and the narrow escape that cost you two months’ worth of off-duty physical therapy in order to regain feeling in your right arm. No doubt he’s learned how to use it in that time, has eased into how his own limbs should move in close-quarters-combat. He’s sharp-eyed, quick witted, and one hell of a fast learner. A little bit much for just being a secretary shipped off to play Bond Girl to your 007, but you’ve never complained.

Thomas certainly has, but he forfeited the right to do so the moment he took that gun from Q. Packing power beyond most conventional handguns, the Beretta is tailored to his specific biometric data, its grip and barrel modified to sit comfortably in his hands. The way his long, slender fingers wrap around the polished surface, forearms straining against the recoil during target practice has been distracting, to say the least.

Unfortunately, the gun is only the start. At times, he is his own deadliest weapon, if even by no choice of his own.

You keep an eye on him from behind Q’s desk, the camera feed unrealistically crisp for a tiny lens perched in a nondescript corner of a cramped room. The audio feed is less grand, and the situation is dicey.

In the back room of a nightclub in London, another double-0 is playing the good girl card, her voluptuous chest and thighs barely reigned in by the sleek red evening dress she’s wearing. Tom hangs on her arm like a protective boyfriend, trying to sell the ruse to the crime lord currently dealing them an offer. Drugs, weapons, state secrets, the usual.

Said crime lord, also a lady of astonishing build and beguiling presence, eyes them both with interest beyond the professional kind. She’s playful, waving baggies below their noses as her hulking bodyguards wield assault rifles by all exits. It’s meant to be a reconnaissance mission, a quick in-and-out, but she’s taking too long to crack, and your people are getting antsy.

“Get me a name, double-0,” you say, applying just a hint of pressure. Neither reacts, but you know they’ve heard you.

You are not a handler, neither are you a supervisor, but this was meant to be your assignment had you not taken a bullet for the secretary. Q was, miraculously, on vacation, and as devoted to Queen and Country as MI6 is, the true voice of the people was the five hundred pound note. Especially the five hundred pound notes you swiftly slid into the home team’s pockets in order to grant yourself a say on the mission.

“—another type of payment,” the lady says, a feedback loop leaving your ear ringing.

Tom steps aside, awkwardly wringing his hands as the crime lord takes the double-0 by the hips and kisses her cheek. You make nothing of it, all agents have trained for this kind of scenario, but it dawns on you that Tom isn’t, in fact, an actual agent. He’s a glorified sidepiece, a decorative charm planted, in this case, to make his female counterpart come off as powerful.

You’re about to offer a warning but he interrupts the two women, hands to his chest with concern clear across his face. The mics are barely holding on and, had the Quartermaster been at HQ, he would’ve found a way around the problem. Instead, it’s just you on visual, a gaggle of runts on the ground, a double-0 in a bind, and a secretary who thinks he can retcon a potentially disastrous situation.

“Sinclair, don’t let him,” you tell the double-0. “Hiddleston, I’ll make sure this is the last field mission you ever see.” In hindsight, you figure that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

There’s a reshuffling of people, quick conversations, and snappy commands, and you watch in abject horror as the bodyguards mill out of the room with the double-0 in tow.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You are usually a tad more composed in these kinds of situations, but you have zero faith in Hiddleston getting the name you need when oftentimes doing so requires techniques you know the man won’t be able to stomach.

To inflict torture, one must first be subjected to it.

The bastard was too much of a gentleman to even consider the option, but his English sensibilities were definitely questionable when you witness him curl a finger beneath the crime lord’s chin, slowly tipping her face up to look at him. Her hands grip the front edges of his jacket, her blood red lipstick glossy under the room’s lighting. She smiles at him, eyes squinted with copious amounts of suspicion, but she seems appeased for the time being.

She sits on the couch in front of him, her legs crossed, and beckons him forward with a finger.

You count the hidden weapons in the room.

It shouldn’t bother you. You’ve seen it before, have sat through far more grotesque situations. You’ve trained for this. You all have. It’s your job to give it all for the assignment, no matter the cost.

In some cruel twist, the mic picks up everything. The rustling of fabric as acrylic nails play with his belt, the ripple of a zipper, the shocked gasp. You could take the headset off, but you don’t. You shouldn’t in case she breaks and gives up the name of her supplier.

“Very chivalrous of you,” she says, and you can see the movement of her elbow, can imagine her hand wrapped around him, “giving yourself up to protect your girl’s honor. Although was that truly the reason?”

Tom’s back is to the camera, his feet wide apart for balance. She leans forward and his head tilts back, eyes fluttering. You can’t see that last part, but you’ve had him in a similar situation, beheld the way he wore pleasure when teased.

“The world needs more men like you,” she continued, before the sound of a moan around a mouthful came through the headset. She pulled back, putting her hand back to work. “Whores, I mean. Good looking ones with proper manners and a deep-rooted desire to get thoroughly fucked.”

He makes an indignant sound and retaliates by taking a fistful of her long hair. She takes it in stride, leaning into the grip as she jerks him off.

“Do you have anyone back home? No offense, but you and that woman hardly have any chemistry. You couldn’t fool a blind woman if you wanted to.”

She goes in with her mouth again, this time staying there for a long moment.

You look away from the screen, disgusted by your interest. The hot, heavy pulsing between your legs something you will have to program out of your system in the near future.

You have played it fast and loose these past several months, courting Tom in some sort of acquaintanceship with benefits fantasy. Despite never truly sleeping with him, always stepping away when things got too heated, this nagging possessiveness grew exponentially pervasive.

It’s not part of the job. It could never be a part of your life while on the job. The only friends you could afford to name were your Quartermaster and M, and those were just your work buddies at the most. Lovers were few and far between, the occasional hit and run to let off steam, something that has become unnecessary when training and field work were just as effective.

But here was Mr Hiddleston getting under your skin, getting felt up by someone else under your supervision, apparently enjoying himself going by the way he enthusiastically removed his jacket.

And the sounds he made. Maybe he was adept at torture, just not the painful kind.

You look back at the monitor out of the corner of your eye and see that they’ve moved. For the love of everything holy, he’s sitting on the couch, trousers undone and cock in hand. She’s hovering over him, knees on either side of his thighs, dress bunched up in her hands.

You can’t bear looking anymore, but you do. You do. The way his hands hold onto her back, guide her in a graceless bounce that looks as sloppy as it sounds, the way he thrusts up to meet her has you gripping the edge of the desk.

The rub of fabric over the mic is grating, but it isn’t enough to obscure his thoughtless ramble and her vicious whisper. A whisper that puts you on high alert again, eyes and ears open. “Quite the show for your mates back at MI6, I reckon,” she says with a laugh, cradling his face in her hands. “Should I tell them?”

“Don’t,” Tom says, momentarily clear.

“Should I tell him?”

Your knee stops its jittering, your entire body going still. It has to be a coincidence, you tell yourself, digging through the scene in front of you. She’s cunning, everyone on the case knows this, and she will say anything to get under anyone’s skin. Just because she is able to read him doesn’t mean she knows him.

“So, it is a boy,” she says, gasping, breathless. “Is he as charming as you? Oh! Is he a double-0?”

Through the haze, Tom’s eyes momentarily flicker to the camera. She doesn’t seem to catch him doing so, but you do. Your finger hovers over the metaphorical panic button, the one that will send everyone in the vicinity crashing into that fucking room and run damage control. The situation has now gone from precarious to dangerous, and you refuse to get another red mark on your ledger.

“Is he watching us right now? Can he hear us? Why don’t you go ahead and tell him how tight I am, how hard you are inside of me?” She leans back, her hands on his knees for leverage. And that’s good. Her hands are preoccupied, nowhere near a weapon. “Is it me? Or is it the thought of him watching that has you dripping?”

You cross your legs, expression schooled despite the absence of eyes around you. Maybe Medical was right and you should have taken a proper leave, at least until the remnants of painkillers and whatever other substances had left your body. You spare a thought to James and how he would have handled the situation, or any other double-0 for that matter. Hell, you even consider reaching out to Moneypenny for advice and your thoughts are drifting.

The headset crackles with the sound of a voice that isn’t Tom’s, but someone else on location. You catch a hint of your name, and a choppy question you take to mean whether or not they should move in. The answer makes itself impossible when on the other end all you can hear is the debauched cries of two people—one of which you wish was you and that is a problem. That is a big fucking problem. Playing around with the secretary is one thing but getting defensive about said secretary clearly enjoying a quick shag on the job is so far out of bounds you momentarily consider reassignment.

“Do not engage,” you say, and in return you get Tom’s sweet gasp.

The lady has wrapped herself around him, and while his hands rest at her back, pressed together, he’s staring at the camera. His gaze is steady despite the sultry part of his lips, his movements slow and measured. He leans back enough to lift her dress and show you where they meet, the slow glide of him moving in and out of her, the heavy weight of pleasure on his face.

You dig deep for that iron control that landed you the position. Back ramrod straight, you tell yourself the reason why you’re resting a hand over your thigh is for balance, a grounding touch, and not at all because you came close to pressing a palm against your groin. Shifting in your seat provides no relief, accidental pressure sending you to your feet.

Leaning over the desk, hands firmly splayed over the high-tech surface, you breathe evenly through your nose as you continue to listen. The woman’s frantic panting, Tom’s pleading as his voice goes higher than you’ve ever heard it before, and you want it. You want him.

The finishing blow leaves you lightheaded, his long and ragged moan stroking the deepest parts of you until it echoes inside of your stomach. The aching throb between your legs has not gone away and you will do nothing to remedy it, just suck it up and keep going, get your agents home safe.

“Disengage,” you say over the headset, ignoring the waver in your voice. “If she’s not giving it up after that, there’s no use in pursuing. We’ll find another way.”

The crime lord whispers into Tom’s ear, and you can see the moment it happens, the triumph in his eyes telling you that he got it, that she broke at the last second, but you know better. There’s no dick good enough to surrender an empire over. Whatever that woman has up her sleeve will come at a steep cost. But some bridges can be allowed to stand through the night.

“Get yourself cleaned up, Mr Secretary. Our men are on the move.”

#tom hiddleston/reader #tom hiddleston/you #x male reader #x gn reader #jag!tom #james bond au #c's writing. #reader insert #series: house of aces

[hansoeii]

let time pass.

#and the tears come streaming down your face #when you lose something you can't replace #when you love someone but it goes to waste #could it be worse? #Light will guide you home and ignite your bones #and I will try to fix you #thank you tom hiddleston for making fix you the lokius anthem #I'm still in mourning over the loki finale and I had to make something to make myself feel a little better #I hope this can help you a little too #or make it worse #haha #wanted to try something new #loki #lokius #lokius fanart #loki fanart #loki and mobius #loki season 2 #loki season 2 fanart #loki mobius #loki laufeyson #loki god of stories #mobius m. mobius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #my art #fanart #digital art #lokius comic #loki comic

[mobius-m-mobius]

#my man was NOT subtle 🤣😉

+ bonus: message received 😅

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #one look at loki like well the kids need a stepmom 😂 #running on alarmingly little sleep feeling like i dreamed this entire episode lmao??? #my man don out here smoother than the god of stories you love to see it 😭😭 #probable jet ski salesman of the year got the potential ruler of the multiverse down badder than imaginable we live in the best timeline #don #owenwilsonedit #marvel #dianagifs #loki s2 spoilers

[softiedingo]

The Single Dad's Guide to Flirting + Reactions.

↳ created and tested by Mobius M. Mobius.

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when the table turns:

#loki series #loki show #loki spoilers #loki #loki laufeyson #mobius #mobius m mobius #lokius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #no one can resist a bad pickup line #even when it's so bad it leaves you confused lol #poor loki was caught off guard

[annoyingboing]

what in the rom com did i just watch

#loki every two words 'um' 'uh' #MANS WAS STUTTERING AND SHIT #HE WAS SO NERVOUS #tom hiddleston you mad genius #THE WAY MOBIUS / DON WAS JUST LISTENING TO HIM JUST RAMBLE HIS WAY THROUGH HE'S SO SWEET #loki #loki season 2 #loki season two episode five #loki season two #mobius #lokius #tom hiddleston

[lokiusly]

haters saying “what is Mobius going to do in the multiverse saga? Give out pie?” And it’s like yeah???? The avengers LITERALLY ate shawarma after the battle of NY.

#of course he’s SO much more this is kinda a shitpost but STILL Mobius isn’t going to change his bubbly ways for haters he won’t #characters can be cinnamon rolls but ALSO BAMFS okay this isn’t a dichotomy #Mobius is a highly regarded agent you wouldn’t say that about coulson or hill so why my king? lmao #the avengers WOULD LOVE Mobius haters are just mean #lokius #mobius #loki season 2 #loki show #loki x mobius #loki spoilers #mobius m mobius #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki #mobius and loki #owen wilson #loki series #tom hiddleston #marvel #loki odinson #wowki #loki season two #mcu #loki s2

[zehiiro]

Loki saying goodbye - 02x06

His visible pain and bravery in this moment had me in tears! Marvel once again said, "Watch me break your heart, step on it and then throw it off the gangway."

This whole episode was such an emotional rollercoaster; I laughed, cried, felt lightheaded, and then cried a little more. So I wanna say a HUGE thank you to Marvel and Tom Hiddleston for giving us such an amazing story! I can't wait to see more of Loki's story ♡♡♡

#loki #loki spoilers #loki series #loki season 2 #mobius #sylvie #lokius #which You was he talking to? #my gifs #tom hiddleston #LokiArchives

[supermarvelgirl15]

Marvel give me my “Loki Will Return” screen right now and nobody gets hurt

#PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU #loki spoilers #marvel #loki #loki series #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #tom hiddleston

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

if i got a nickel for seeing a ship end with a chatacter who leaves to do something greater/fulfilling their purpose and help more ppl, but at the expense of leaving the love of their life alone and letting them lose their previous purpose...I'd get two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

#do you know. how much I'm screaming rn #also this could sorta be applied to johnlock but im too lazy to find new pics #I WANT TO #AAAAÀHHHHHHHH #FUCK MARVEL #FUCK DISNEY #FUCK THE WRITERS #LOKIUS IS CANON *TO ME* #AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS #lokius #loki tv series #loki series #mobius x loki #loki tv show #loki x mobius #loki #loki season 2 #mobius m mobius #mobius #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #kevin feige #good omens 2 #good omens #good omens season two #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #tag talk

[lqufeyson]

LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 4: Favorite character (or Variant)

#i mean #as the man said #what did you expect? #lokiweek2023 #dailyloki #loki series #loki tv #tom hiddleston #loki #president loki #lokitvsource #*gifs #marvelgifs #lokiedit

[tomhiddlestonfanfic]

Reaching Out

TITLE: Reaching Out CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Actor Tom PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston/Gender Neutral Reader GENRE: Drama REQUEST: The reader is a fan and wins an hour with Tom Hiddleston or something and he sees her self harm scars and maybe he gets her to talk about it or not but they just end up hugging for a while while he whispers things in her ear. BANNER CREDIT:  Prislaa  

TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff

Reaching Out

Astonishment struck you upon discovering that you were the lucky winner of an hour to spend in the company of your favourite actor, Tom Hiddleston. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to believe it was actually true until you found yourself in a secluded part of a café standing right in front of him. His smile was infectious and you found yourself surprisingly at ease in his company. He seemed genuinely happy to meet you and showed a great interest in getting to know more about you as you both sat down with your coffees.

Tom was really nice and seemed very keen on making it a positive experience for you. You felt more relaxed than you had expected to be around him and at some point you took your jacket off as it was getting uncomfortably warm to keep it on. You didn’t realise that you were exposing your self-inflicted injuries and scars to him until it was too late. You pretty much always wore long sleeved shirts to cover any traces of your struggle with self-harm, so displaying them was very much an unintentional act.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised and made a move to put your jacket back on when Tom gently placed his hand on top of yours to stop you.

“Please, don’t be sorry, [your name]. You haven’t done anything wrong,” he assured you earnestly. “You don’t need to hide them away from me. Unless you really want to, that is. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible with me and it’s really warm, so naturally, you should take your jacket off to not get overheated,” he reasoned.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you mumbled apologetically and placed the jacket in your lap instead of putting it back on.

“Do I seem uncomfortable?” Tom asked and you smiled as you met his warm gaze.

“No, you don’t,” you replied and felt relief wash over you. Then tears formed in your eyes as you realised how much his non-judgemental and respectful response truly meant to you. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly seen by someone. You had revealed a well guarded secret about yourself to Tom and his response was not to shy away from you or act like he hadn’t seen it. Instead his focus was on making you feel more comfortable. For once, you felt truly accepted for who you were.

“Can I give you a hug?” Tom requested and you nodded through your tears. You both stood up and you continued to cry as he embraced you. You relaxed under his gentle touch and leaned into him, letting him comfort you. “It’s okay, [your name]. It’s going to be alright.”

You cried it out against Tom’s chest and you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You smiled through your tears as you took a step back from Tom after your hug. He smiled back at you and held a hand on your shoulder as if to assure you that he was still there for you.

“Do you get any help and support for this?” Tom wondered and you shook your head in response. “Would you like me to help you reach out to someone? You shouldn’t have to carry this alone.”

“Thank you, Tom. I really appreciate it, but I don’t want to be of any trouble to you,” you replied and glanced at your phone to check what time it was. “Our time is up and I’m pretty sure you have other, more important matters to attend to.”

Tom glanced down at his own watch and sighed.

“Unfortunately, I do need to leave soon,” he told you regretfully. He frowned and seemed genuinely bothered by the fact that he didn’t have more time on his hands. “Don’t think for a moment that you’re not important to me, because you are. I mean it,” he said and handed his phone to you. “Please, give me your number and email so we can keep in touch. With your permission, I would like to ask my trusted friend Luke to assist me with researching some options on what kind of help there is out there for you. You shouldn’t have to be alone in this.”

You granted Tom permission to share your information with his friend and thanked him as you handed back his phone after writing down your contact information. You received another heartwarming hug before Tom had to leave the café. After he left, you gathered your belongings and headed home, feeling less lonely than you had before your meeting with Tom. Your phone buzzed and you smiled at the sight of a text message from him.

‘Hi [your name]. I just wanted to let you know that I spoke to Luke about what we talked about and he will contact you shortly with some options on different ways you can get help. Please, take care of yourself and let me know how you’re doing. You’re important to me. Love, Tom H.’

The next morning, you woke up to find a rather long and carefully worded email from Tom’s friend Luke in your inbox. You appreciated the help as it made it easier for you to figure out what to do next. Tom’s and Luke’s encouragement motivated you to finally reach out to a mental health professional for support. You felt a sense of relief and pride that you had finally taken that step and made sure to inform Tom and Luke about it.

Later that day, you received a sweet video message from the two friends. They sat in the back of a car and smiled as they told you about how proud they were of you for reaching out. The video ended with Tom telling you that you are loved and important to him. You smiled as you saved the message and for the first time in a long time, you felt carefully optimistic about the future. Later in life, you would look back at this moment as the beginning of a beautiful and lifelong friendship with Tom.

#tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x gender neutral reader #tom hiddleston/you #tom hiddleston/reader #tom hiddelston imagine

[zingaplanet]

Owen Wilson AKA chaotic gay southern middle-aged man just trying to score dammit.

#GIVE THE MAN WHAT HE WANTS DAMN YOU #It's been 17 years #he's putting out #for all these tall dark roman generals and gods as well #owen wilson #loki #lokius #mobius #loki series #natm #night at the museum #jedediah and octavius #octavius #jedtavius #tom hiddleston #steve coogan

[hansoeii]

fem presenting loki!

#i had such a blast drawing her #if d*sney doesnt have the balls then I shall do it #I love her so much ugh #this is such a long canvas I don't know how else to post this on here #but I hope this works somehow haha #hope you like this! #loki #loki fanart #lokius #lokius fanart #mobius #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #frost giant loki #loki series #my art #fanart #digital art #my loki art

[mobius-m-mobius]

Mobius + being the only one to notice

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #the INSTANT 'you okay?' from mobius when loki timeslipped back the very first time 😭😭 #he saw he noticed he asks he CARES #the only one who does #literally became his glorious purpose and now it's the only thing in this world he can't do oh i'm DISTRAUGHT #(and also working 'what the shit are you doing' into my life as an essential but that's beside the point) #anyway. back to giffing and crying lol #loki s2 spoilers #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[prettydjarinsoloinspires]

no but think about the Loki from Thor. from Avengers. the fact that he’s fighting for something good that he believes in means so much. the fact that he can sit there and say he just wants his friends back. these friends. the ones who see him for him. who don’t judge him. who he feels like he BELONGS with.

when has Loki ever felt like he belongs anywhere? he’s always been the outsider, the outcast, the villain. at the TVA he has felt appreciated and accepted. no one is singling him out or giving him a hard time for being himself. he FITS. he has come so so far. and shipping aside, the main reason for that is Mobius. someone who has seen every dark crevice of his life and his bad choices and his darkest moments and treated him with compassion and understanding.

the orphaned, abandoned, misunderstood villain has been able to write his own story because one ordinary man believed in him.

#loki #mobius #lokius #i am not ok #this has me reeling #i don’t think you understand how much Loki means to me and Mobius with him #what a beautiful fucking story #what a character arc #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #mobius m mobius #loki friggason #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #marvel #mcu #avengers #pretty rambles #loki meta #loki analysis #loki laufeyson #loki series #loki odinson