No More Bad Dates





Summary: Tom believes you’ve gone on one too many dates that have gone ary. It is his full intention to remedy this.

Pairing(s): Tom Hiddleston x reader

Word count: 978

Warnings: Tom being far too sweet









When I trudged into our apartment, soaking wet and visibly annoyed, Tom knew something was wrong.

“Another bad date?” He set down his novel and turned his chair and face me.

I open my mouth to respond before closing it and letting out an indignant huff.

“That bad, huh?”

“He asked if I was OK splitting the bill!”

Tom gasped in false shock, placing his hand over his heart. I narrowed my eyes at him before storming into the bathroom to retrieve a towel.

“I mean I show up and he’s an hour and a half late. Then he ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, ate it in the sloppiest way possible, refused to use a napkin, chewed with his mouth open, talked with his mouth full, I honestly thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse.”

“Let me guess, it gets worse-“

“Oh it gets worse!” I charged into my room to change into dry clothes, leaving the door ajar so he could still hear me. “He orders dessert too, doesn’t even bother sharing with me. Then asks to split the damn bill! And I don’t mean he asks me to pay for my food and he’ll pay for his. No! He divides the bill in half, says he’ll pay exactly half and no more, then asks me to cover tips! Don’t get me wrong I believe waiters and waitresses should be tipped, but I’ll be damned if I’m the one that tips on a date.”

I open the door and walk to the kitchen, wrapped in a fleece blanket Tom had gifted me a few years back. My old flat had a terrible heating system, so winters were tough. Tom insisted I move in with him, but I was too proud of my independence to take him up on his offer. As a compromise, he had spoiled me with blankets and sweaters for Christmas.

By January, I had moved into his flat.

“This doesn’t in anyway explain why you came home soaking wet, darling.”

“Oh, that’s the best part.”

Slowly, I clambered into the counter to retrieve a pair of mugs.

“He said he had to get home as soon as possible because he has to wake up early for work. So he leaves me at the restaurant— he doesn’t even wait for me to pay, he just drops his cash and leaves!”

Tom’s face fell into concern. I tried not to look at him as I filled a kettle with water for tea.

“You walked halfway cross London in the rain? Love, you should have called me.”

I fiddled with a tea bag as I waited for the water to come to a boil.

“My phone died, and I didn’t have enough cash for a pay phone, or a taxi, so…” I let my sentence trail off, not really knowing what to say.

There was a moment of silence before tom stepped over to me. He placed his warm hands on my shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze.

“(y/n), look at me please, love.”

With a moment of reluctance, I tilted my head up and let our blue eyes meet.

“You have to stop going on these dates. They never end up going well. You always come home miserable, and they never go anywhere! For god’s sake, this one left you to find your own way home in the rain!”

“Well what am I supposed to do? All my friends are married and have kids and have their life figured out”

I shrugged off his hands and moved back to the stove to pour the boiling water into the two mugs.

“I haven’t been in a steady relationship since high school, Tom. So excuse me if I say yes to a guy who actually has the balls to ask me out.”

“I’m not mad at you, (y/n). I just hate seeing you coming home and being unhappy, that’s all.” Tom took the warm mug I handed him and followed me into the living room. “The men who take you out don’t treat you the way you deserve.”

I turned to face him with a sad smile.

“And how should I be treated, Thomas?”

Tom set his tea down on the table in front of the couch and stepped closer to me.

“Well, whenever he sees you, his face should light up and he should smile like an idiot.” Another step. “He should want to make you laugh.” Another step. “He should support you and cheer you on.”

He was right in front of me now, so close that his breath fanned across my cheeks. My heart fluttered at his proximity.

“(y/n), you deserve to be taken on a real date.”

My breath caught in my throat when I felt his hand against my cheek.

“And who would take me?”

There were no words, just movement. Tom leaned in, and maybe I was expecting it, because it only took me a second to respond.

I twisted my hands in his curls, and his fingers moved to grip my waist. We kissed like the world was ending, lips sliding sloppily against each other. It was desperate and wild and everything I needed. For a moment, I had forgotten how to breathe. But then my lungs began to burn with starvation, and I slowly detached my mouth from Tom’s.

The room was quiet, except for our heavy breathing. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, our foreheads together, reveling in one another’s presence.

“You deserve to be kissed by someone who needs you to breathe. To be loved by someone who would be completely lost without you.”

I leaned back in his embrace, just enough to take in the adoring look on his face.

“And you’ll give me what I deserve.”

Tom smiled wider than I’d ever seen.

“Darling, I’ll spoil you.”