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Do you want to write something for Tom Hiddleston? Maybe where he is jealous? Please and thank you :)

Imagine Tom getting jealous

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Thank you for the request! Hope I did it justice. Sorry it’s a bit on the longer side. The part in italics is a memory.

Irritation grew in your chest as you declined the offer, from the fourth man that night, to go, somewhere, a little more private. Just like all before him, number four, who had been tipsier than the rest, sulked off only to find another girl a few seconds later.

Your irritation did not stem from the fact that none of the men had enough respect to talk to you before they took you to bed, it was the fact that your boyfriend did not seem to mind these men who were trying to take his girl away.

Tom’s blue eyes burned into you, he sat 3 stools away, able to hear every last word the men had appallingly mumbled to you as if they were charming, and yet he didn’t even flinch once.

You downed the rest of your third drink, each man except number four had offered and looked over to Tom. Your eyes met his right away, due to the fact that they had been on you all night, and he gave you a small smile.

In his hand, he held a whiskey that he had been nursing since you had gotten your martini, from number one, and he lazily took a sip but never broke eye contact.

You got up out of your chair and headed three seats over to where Tom was sat, for a second you made eye contact with bachelor number 2; he looked at you as if asking if you had changed your mind, but you ignored him.

The second you got close to Tom you could smell his strong cologne, the one you had bought him for Christmas, the one he knew made you weak, and you almost admitted defeat right then and there, but you had a game to win.

“Realizing that you were wrong? Did I win?” Tom asked, thick British accent piercing through you, one eyebrow quirked upward.

You mustered up a laugh, but it was weak, the cologne was really getting to you; Tom was way more attractive than all of the men you had talked to tonight.

“Jealous yet,” you asked, hoping he was, you were growing tired of men that weren’t him.

“Why? Should I be?.” He asked with a growing smirk.

You rolled your eyes, the feeling of irritation finding it’s way back inside your chest. How were you going to beat Tom Hiddleston?

“I don’t get jealous love,” Tom whispered in your ear. “Sure you do,” you attempted to counter, but deep down knew his statement was true. A deep chuckle left his soft lips, and you blushed at how easily he pushed away your idea. “You on the other hand sweetheart,” gently Tom placed a soft kiss on your temple. You rolled your eyes and shoved the British actor away from you. Yes, it was true, you had a tendency to be the jealous type, but could you really blame yourself, you were dating the Tom Hiddleston, the most charming man in the world. Just the way he talked seemed flirtatious; all the time he would say to other women, “you look, lovely darling,” and they would swoon and blush, causing waves of jealousy to surge through your body; deep down you knew he wasn’t truly flirting but with his charming nature and accent, it always felt like it. Tom could say “you look like shit,” and you’d probably still blush and thank him. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal.” Tom’s right eyebrow shot up in interest and you took that as a signal to go on. “Tomorrow night, we go out to a bar.” He nodded his head in understanding so far. I try to make you jealous when the clock hits...” “Midnight,” Tom cut in. You hid your smile, he was such a classic. “Okay, midnight, if I’ve made you jealous I win and if I don’t, which won’t happen, you win.” Tom took a minute pondering the thought, but you knew he had already taken the bait; he always loved a little completion. “Deal,” he said sticking out his hand. You took it, trying to ignore the bolt of electricity that went through your fingers at his touch. “And when I win what do I get? He asked. “Winner's choice. If you win,” you added, giving him a pointed look. “Game on,” he replied, leaning down to kiss your hand.

It was now 11:45 and you still had gotten no reaction from Tom, after just turning down bachelor number six.

You walked back over to Tom, wobbling slightly as number five had been so kind as to offer you a shot, and sat in the stool next to him.

“It’s okay to give up, love. You only have 15 minutes anyway. You tried, I just don’t get jealous,” Tom said squeezing your shoulder as if he was actually sympathetic.

The way he was acting as if he had already one made you hunger for victory; you had 15 minutes left, it was over quite yet.

“No, I can still win,” you said through a clenched jaw.

“I can’t deny I like your determination. Alright, you sit back at your stool and wait for guy number seven, I’ll be right here.” Tom said in a taunting tone.

You stuck your tongue out at him, thinking of no better response at the moment.

“And love, I promise I think you won’t mind what I choose as my prize that much, he said cheekily, winking at you.

You huffed as you checked your clock, 11:50, you had waisted too much time hearing Tom gloat you were fed up.

Your eyes locked on a guy who was fairly attractive and had been staring at you all night. Tom followed your gaze to the man on the man.

“You think if you eye him enough he’ll come over,” Tom said taking another sip of the whiskey he had yet to finish.

You grabbed the whiskey out of Tom’s hand and downed the rest of it, trying you best not to gag.

“I’m going to him,” you said, trying your best to exude confidence. You looked over to Tom and for once this whole night he seemed put off, his fist was clenched and his usual light blue eyes turned darker.

“Unless you are too jealous,” you said, trying to get under his thick skin as best you could.

Again you could tell that you had gotten a reaction out of him as his cheeks flushed and he shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to say something but you walked away before he got it out. He had messed with you all night, he was about to get a taste of his own medicine.

You walked over to the other guy, making sure to make eye contact with Tom from time to time, who still seemed to be having an internal battle. Finally, the man offered you a drink. You felt confident that this time whatever lucky number seven mumbled to you would really drive Tom crazy.

As you walked to the bar with number seven you checked the clock, 11:57, you had to get Tom to admit it.

One second you were a few steps behind seven and the next you were, kind of roughly, being ripped away by strong arms.

You didn’t even need to look up, the smell of cologne and the way he touched you was enough. “Tommy,” you said cheerily. “Did you see my date?”

“You win,” he growled in your ear, his grip on your arm tightening.

The words didn’t even resonate, you had truly expected to lose.

“Hey, man get off her!” A voice called.

Uh oh, lucky number seven wasn’t seeming so lucky now that you had won.

“Oh don’t start with me,” Tom snarled.

He walked up to the man who towered over him, yet Tom still looked more menacing.

“Or what,” seven asked getting closer.

“Back off. How dull are you anyway? You couldn’t have assumed a girl like this was single. Could you?” You blushed at Tom’s compliment, you had never seen him like this before.

“Well then why is she so handsy.”

If number seven was going to say anything else it was cut short by Tom’s fist hitting his jaw.

“Let’s go, Tom mumbled darkly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to some random room in the bar.

“Tom,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, he mumbled, rubbing his bruising knuckles.

A smile broke out onto your face. “Are you kidding, seeing you jealous was my prize, and you sure got jealous. And I was thinking since you stood up for me so well, maybe you could have a prize too,” you said with a smirk.

A grin was now forming on Tom’s face as he pulled you closer to him; his cologne the strongest it had been that night.

“I guess we’ll all be winners tonight,” he said in between kisses on your neck.

And for the first time that night you let a guy take you someone where a little more private.

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A block

Loki x reader

Word count: 1 548

Summary: when a writer's block hits you, your amazing boyfriend is there for you

Warnings: angst, implied smut (teeny tiny bit) and besides that just good old fluff

A/N: kinda messy oneshot, possible typos and grammar mistakes, enjoy <3

You were lying in your bed. Raindrops were softly tapping on the nearby window, lulling you. Light from your opened laptop was illuminating your bedroom, keeping you from falling asleep.

Not the light, rather the opened tab. Word document. Empty. Not a single word. You turned your body towards wall and hid your head under a pillow.

It has been like this for at least two weeks. You used to have so many ideas, so many stories that begged to be let out of your head onto the paper. Or a computer screen.

That was a long time ago. Your head was empty now. No idea. No new adventure. No nothing.

You tried anything. Meditating, reading books and watching movies for inspiration, even writing down some of your dreams right after you woke up only to realise they make absolutely no sense.

You wanted to write again. You wanted to create. But you just couldn't anymore.

'It will pass,' you told yourself. 'It will pass and soon I'll create again. Just like before.'

~~

It didn't pass. Not one bit. You don't even check tumblr anymore. You felt miserable even without seeing all those beautifully crafted stories written by people who actually do something instead of lazying around, like you are doing now. Curled up on your couch, watching a movie you don't even pay attention to.

You felt like the laziest piece of garbage in the world. Like, how can writing be so hard? Just sit down, hit bunch of keys and create senteces. That's it. It's THAT easy. So why does it feel like the most difficult thing to do?

You groaned and hit your face with a throw pillow. 'You're stupid. So stupid. Lazy, stupid, illiterate-'

"Darling? I'm back," Loki's voice called for you, stopping your negative train of thoughts.

You stood up and ran to hug him. You could've knocked him down with the force you collided with him, if it wasn't for his godly strength. You nuzzled his neck and murmured. "I missed you. I'm so glad you're here."

Loki wrapped his arms around you and brought you close. "I missed you as well. How have you been without me?"

You smiled at him. "It doesn't matter. I'm better now, when you're with me," you stood on your toes and softly brushed your lips along his thin soft ones in a loving tender kiss.

You felt his big hand cup your left cheek, turning your face slightly to the side and deepening the kiss. His tongue met yours in a passionate dance only you two knew steps of and danced only when you were all alone. His hand slowly slid down to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. Your fingers got lost in his coal black hair, tugging here and there, making him moan into your mouth.

You loved moments like this. When you reunited after a long separation and it was just the two of you again, two people who simply love eachother. These moments make you forget everything that troubles you. *He* makes you forget everything that troubles you. The pain and guilt over your laziness in your chest disappeares, beeing replaced by a warm love Loki was pouring into you.

After your mouths separated with a wet pop you stood there, forheads touching, eyes closed, smile playing on both of your faces.

Loki's quiet voice broke the silence. "You said you are better now, which means you were unwell before. What happened?"

You shook your head. You wanted that pain away from your chest for a little while longer. "I don't really want to talk about it. Not now."

Loki's hands moved from your waist to your hips, drawing small circles with his thumbs. "Alright. I won't pressure you. You will tell me when you are ready. I can take your mind elsewhere. Much more-," he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the side of your neck, "-pleasurable place. If you allow me."

Of course you did. You didn't want to think about anything other than him tonight.

~~

Loki's heartbeat under your right ear slowly woke you from your dream. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his naked legs tangled with your own under your sheets.

Loki's affections took your mind off your misery, but it soon returned. It's only a matter of time till Loki asks if you'd written anything new. He always asked about your creations. His disappointed face after telling him you haven't written a word for nearly 2 months haunted you in your dreams.

It started to dawn. Loki was a morning person and with every new ray of sunlight a new wave of anxiety washed over you. What if it's the first thing he asks? What would he, a skilled poet and story writer, say about you and your inability to write even a small drabble?

"Mhm, mornin' darlin'," he mumbled with extremely raspy voice and the deepest british accent you ever heard and pressed a small kiss to your temple. You snuggled into his chest and mumbled a quiet 'morning'.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

You felt his fingers run up and down your spine. "Right now?"

"Right now."

"But I wanna cuddle with you..." you pouted at him.

Loki chuckled and pecked your pouting lips. "Tell you what my love, I'll go make a quick breakfast, then we can lazy around in our bed the whole day. What do you think? Besides, I think you need it, you are working so hard all the time the word 'lazy' and 'break' probably left your dictionary."

And there it was again. The guilt. You didn't think you worked hard at all. If you did, you'd have finished all your drafts and WIPs while he was away.

You were so grateful he had closed eyes, he didn't see the sadness crawling back on your face. You forced some strength into your voice. "That sounds lovely."

Loki then stood up, put on his favourite sweatpants and padded barefoot into kitchen. You pulled his pillow to your chest and inhaled the smell of him. It calmed you down a little. But the thought of other people being productive and you just lying in your bed being SO LAZY to even make yourself a breakfast didn't leave your head.

'I can at least reread my story ideas, maybe that will start my creativity' You sat up, your eyes fell on your table where your laptop is. Where it usually is. But its place is empty.

'Fuck'

You started to panic. You remembered you left it in the kitchen. OPENED. UNLOCKED. LOKI WILL FIND IT. HE WILL SEE.

In the speed of lightning you put on some clothes and ran to kitchen.

You were late.

Loki was sitting at the table, your laptop opened infront of him. His face was the epitome of poker face. He lifted his head and looked at you standing in the doorway. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to look through your laptop. I was just curious if you have written anything new and- are you okay?"

You didn't realize tears were running down your cheeks until he brought you back to reality.

"I'm sorry Loki," you wiped your tears.

"Why are you sorry? Writing is your hobby, not your work. You don't have to write all the time," he walked to you and cupped your left cheek, his thumb wiping new tear away.

"I know, but.... Everyone is still writing and I'm not. I mean- writing is so easy and I can't even do that anymore! I'm just lazy a-and out of imagination and m-my grammar is horrib-" Loki stopped your rambling with a single finger against your lips, making you look into his face.

"My love, whoever told you writing is easy is a filthy liar. Nothing about creating a whole world using only your words is easy. And while you can have grammar mistakes and typos here and there, I always get lost in the story I barely notice them at all. You are not lazy for taking a break."

"But this is not a break," you hid your face in his chest, hugging him to you. "I don't have any ideas. I want to write, but I don't know what about," you felt his fingers thread through your hair, caressing you.

"Then start out slowly. Write about your memories. Small parts of your life that make you smile. They are all little stories only you know and can share with the world. And sooner than you notice, inspiration will hit you again and you will write just like before. But for now, my darling, baby steps."

His words helped you, a lot. You still kept your face pressed to his chest, listening to his breath, his heart. His fingers were gently scratching your head in a calming rhythm, his other hand kept your torso pressed to him.

"I love you Loki, thank you for helping me," you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek.

"Always my dear," he kissed your forhead. "Always."

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