Tom Hiddleston One Shots/Imagines (x reader)

-Family Friends-

r/n = random name
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It was finally winter break and like always, you were going on vacation with your family friends, the Hiddlestons. You'd known them since you were born, there was James (the Dad), Diana (the mom), Emma their daughter , their other daughter Sarah, and of course, their son Tom. You'd liked Tom since you guys were about five, but you never got a signal or sign he'd liked you back in any sort of non-platonic way. You were ready for another week of you drooling over him while he suddenly became blind and looked the other way.

You'd been texting him on the way to the airport, but generally just talking about the long 6 hour flight to Cancun.
Tom: excited?
You: duh how could I not be
Tom: I have no idea, stupid question
You: are you?
Tom: what
You: excited!
Tom: haha yes, but more so to see you
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Oh shit, what does that mean?? Okay. Nothing. It means nothing, stop looking for more meaning, you guys have been friends for awhile now and it's been a couple months since you've seen him, it would be sad if he wasn't excited to see you.
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You: same :)
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Ugh stupid.

-at airport-

After your family had finally got all their stuff from the car and hauled ass through security check, you'd gotten to settle down in 34C. The flight was at 9pm and you'd gotten there at 7pm. Your family religiously believes in being at the airport extra extra early. I guess it's better than being late though.

At around 8:30 with no sign of Tom and his family, you text him again.
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You: where are you?? We will be boarding soon , hurry tf up!
-5 min later-
Tom: wdym we are here waiting for you
You: no... ?
Tom: y/n. We've been waiting since 7:30 - you guys are the ones that are late
You: well we got here at 7 so I think we'd see you
You: wait what gate are you at - we are at 34C
Tom: we are at 34B
You: shit
Tom: you better run - KIT x.
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First you check the ticket and see it really is B. After a few seconds of just staring at it in disbelief that 3 people got it wrong, you realize you should.. definitely, have to move quickly. All of your stuff that had been spread out on the table and has now been shoved into your carry on and that secured onto your roller. As you do all of this, you're frantically telling your family to do the same and that the gate is in terminal B, not C. Your mom and dad share various curses under their breath as they rapidly do the same as you.

It's fifteen minutes to taking off and you and your parents are sweatily dashing through the various people in the airport. It's a solid twenty minute walk as a whole, but by running you managed to arrive by 8:50. Just in time to hear "Last call to Cancun".

You all pretty much run into the check in desk at your gate.
Your dad breathlessly asks, "we can check in right?"
To which the lady scanning our passports just replied, "yeah.", unbothered by our gasping.
Dead eyed, she hands us out tickets and we fumble our way through the narrow tunnel that lead us to the plane.

After scanning a few rows down, you see your seat at 12A and lug everything through to there. Sadly, more thankfully, your family wasn't able to get a row of seats together and your parents were up at 4A/B. Time over 2 hours spent together could get annoying so this was a nice break, you were excited to get some time alone.
You grab your things and were somehow able to fit them into the overhead compartment. Being able to sit down was the nicest and most refreshing feeling. You lay your head back eyes shut as you become immersed into your music.

A couple minutes later, you hear a soft British voice ask, "Is that seat taken?"
As you begin to lean up and open your eyes you reply, "uhm, no not at the momen-", but cut yourself off when you realize it's Tom smiling at you.
"TOM!", you leap up and hug him tightly.
"Awe", he chuckles, "I missed you too", and he hugs you tightly back. You both stay there for what felt like an hour, but was really a few seconds.
Pulling back, you're both smiling and you move to the side for him to walk through.
"Please y/n, you don't think I know you well enough to know you love and want the window seat?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Please, I would love you to have it.", he does an overly formal mini bow and hand gesture that makes you laugh.

"Thank you", you're smiling like a little kid in a candy store, you need to tone it down, but you really can't help it.

A few announcements pass that interrupt small talk, but the plane begins to move indicating take off.

You hated this part. It feels and looks really cool, but it scared the shit out of you. For whatever reason, being completely tilted in the air wasn't as settling for you as it was for others.

The planes engine gives a small roar and you feel your seat vibrate underneath you. You didn't realize that you gripped onto something, but you did and had no idea what it was.

"You okay love?"

"Yeah. Why?", you tried playing it cool.

"Well I also happen to know you hate taking off."

"Nope, I'm all good don't worry"

"Y/n"

"Mhm?", you hum while grimacing.

"Look at me"

You turn to face Tom and when you do your face softens. He motions his gaze down to his arm. There you find a hand clasped onto it. Oh fuck, your hand.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry", you quickly remove your hand, your face heating up.

"Stupid oh my god. He thinks you're a complete baby now and you've pretty much maimed him", you thought as you look down at the nail marks and redness that painted his forearm.

You breathe in deeply when the plane begins to speed up and shift up. This breath is cut short when you feel a hand slip into yours and squeeze it. You face heats up once again of course, but a wave of calm falls over you.

Now about an hour into the flight, you and Tom are just talking about life and any new updates. You guys texted, called, and FaceTimed during the few months, but it's obviously hard to cover everything. You really wanted to know about his girlfriend though.

"So how's r/n?"

"Uhm..I wouldn't know actually"

"That's uh- weird?, why?"

"Well considering we broke up months ago I don't know why I would know."

"What!? You guys broke up? I'm so sorry I didn't know"

"I never told you?"

"Obviously not! I knew you guys were having trouble, but I thought it passed. Are you okay?"

"Oh what yeah", he laughs, "I'm completely fine, I wasn't very invested in that relationship actually. I had a feeling it wouldn't work out, but that's life"

"Oh, well happy to hear you're all good", you couldn't help but feel amazing that he was actually single, even if you still believed he didn't and couldn't like you.

You both smile as a reassurance everything was okay, and continue on with a different topic, mainly work and family.

A bit later though you need to use the bathroom and you start to move past him. Of course with great timing, turbulence hit and made you fall onto him. You land perfectly onto his lap and stay there only a couple of beats as you both make eye contact. At the same time you both laugh a bit and turn away and you get back up to go.

This was already an interesting plane ride and you were hoping for an even more interesting vacation.