Insecure - Tom Hiddleston Imagines Geared Towards Battling Insecurities

Braces

A/N: When I conducted the interview for this imagine, I thought this was the cutest thing!

Side note: Yes, I interview for the (")insecurity(") features I personally don't have myself, and then run it by that same person to make sure I get the feelings just right. (This is not to be confused with the requester of the imagine.) I know it's only the opinion of one person, but you should see their smiles after, it's such an amazing thing.

Side side note: Is it weird I pictured this happening in my old apartment in the Bronx?

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"C'mon, (Y/N), smile for me?"

You shook your head. No way. If your teeth had to be in a cage, then so be it, but no one else was allowed to see. You already had to give up gum, and popcorn, and all your favorite snacks. What more did they want from you? Your pride was the last thing you had, but the metal muzzle stole that from you too. You had nothing and everything to lose.

"(Y/N), it's okay, pumpkin. Where's my little one's smile, hmm?"

Again, you defiantly shook your head. With a sigh, your mother gave up, resorting to the bedroom.

"Tom," she pleaded to your father, she not being able to stand you like this. She knew how you were, how you would shut down from her, from everyone, from reality, and lock yourself up into your own world, the only place where not only you were accepted but where you didn't have the very thing they judged you for.

"It's happening again—"

"Shh," Tom comforts. "It's going to be okay." With your mother watching from the corner, Tom goes up to you. You were drawing a picture at the dining table, blanket tied around your neck like a cape, wanting to be a superhero in both realms of your mind.

He doesn't say anything, just watching as you add your features to the picture as he pulls up a chair and sits on it backwards. Leaving your face without a mouth, you finish the scenery of a city skyline. As you take the glitter and dump it on the masterpiece, he laughs.

"I didn't know Super (Y/N) flew with pixie dust."

You shook your head and point to the crayon lines depicting the glitter coming from the sunlight.

"Ohh, I see. Then how does (Y/N) fly?"

As you stick up your fists straight up in the air, Tom lifts you up from your waist and holds you in the air, your stomach balancing on the top of his head as he runs around the kitchen and into the foyer.

"Dah-dun-dun dah-dun-dun!" Tom went, the Superman theme echoing down the halls and causing your mother to come out, covering her mouth as she chuckles at the sight.

Tom gasps, "A monster is destroying the entire city! Only the power of the burning sunlight will defeat the ruthless beast!"

Playing along, your mother, with heavy, slow feet, stomps along. Arching her finger, hands, and back, she makes screeches and roars as she brings an imaginary city to the ground.

"What will Super (Y/N) do?" Tom narrates before voicing the civilians. "My baby! My puppy! Super (Y/N), help!"

Needing a reflective surface, you flash your teeth, sending a fake beam of light straight to the monster's heart. Seeing this, your mother holds her chest, dramatically dying and falling to the floor.

"Super (Y/N) saves the day!" your father cheers, flying you back around the rooms.

The adventures last another half hour, but after Tom tucks you in, he notices that you've hung up your drawing on the wall.

And, instead of a black face, you're smiling big, braces displayed proudly.