Present Wrapping:A Tom Hiddleston One Shot

Hello darlings I got this idea for a fluffy one shot from @AvengersAims on Twitter who comes up with these imagine situations about Tom Hiddleston and The Avengers Cast. Here’s a fluffy one shot based on this imagine: Tom and you are wrapping up Christmas presents, he sticks a red bow on your head and then says `All I want is you`
I knocked this out at half 12 this morning so sorry if the story isn’t very good or if there are any spelling mistakes. Enjoy darlings. For @AvengersAims <3


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Present Wrapping:A Tom Hiddleston One Shot

 

Hello darlings I got this idea for a fluffy one shot from @AvengersAims on Twitter who comes up with these imagine situations about Tom Hiddleston and The Avengers Cast. Here’s a fluffy one shot based on this imagine: Tom and you are wrapping up Christmas presents, he sticks a red bow on your head and then says `All I want is you`

I knocked this out at half 12 this morning so sorry if the story isn’t very good or if there are any spelling mistakes. Enjoy darlings. For @AvengersAims <3

 

You and Tom were spending your first Christmas together. You’d been dating for just under a year. You met in the coffee shop where you worked. He came in and ordered a cup of coffee before going to sit at a table near the back of the café, near the window to admire the view and read his latest script.

 

He became a regular customer after that and you always looked forward to seeing him when he came in for his cup of coffee when he was in town.

 

It wasn’t until after he had been a few times that you got talking properly, yes he’d ask you how your day was going but this time he came in he really spoke to you and asked for you number. You gave it to him without hesitation. I mean who wouldn’t give the charming, amazing Tom Hiddleston their phone number? He promised to call you later that evening before wrapping his dark blue scarf around his neck and leaving the café, going out into the cold winter streets of London.

 

He called that evening arranging a dinner date for the next evening. The next day dragged at the café and all you wanted to do was go home and get ready for dinner with Tom.

 

He picked you up at seven on the dot dressed in a three piece suit and blue and black striped tie his hair a slight ginger and a few days stubble on his gorgeous face. He said you looked beautiful before offering you his arm and escorting you to a nice small restaurant in the heart of Covent Garden.

 

Over dinner you found out you shared the same interests in literature and music. He asked you about your work, you replied saying you were an aspiring author and that working in the café paid the bills but it wasn’t really what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. You asked about his work and the latest films he was working on.

 

Tom escorted you home like the perfect gentleman he is, giving you the softest of kisses at the door and saying that he had a lovely time and that he would call you to arrange another date.

 

You saw each other everyday after that, well most days depending on his filming schedule. Sometimes he would take you out to dinner or the cinema or dancing and other times you were quite happy enjoying each others company at one of your flats watching films. You loved having his company. You talked about everything and anything.

 

Six months later you had moved in with him, it just seemed easier considering you were always with each other and often sleeping at his house anyway. He’d cook dinner for you while you wrote or you’d cook for him when he had a new script to learn. You enjoyed cuddling up infront of the fire him reading Shakespeare to you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

 

It was harder when he was away filming because you were so used to him being in his, well your house with you. Nights were the hardest; you longed to feel his warm lean body against yours, cuddling you whispering how much he loved you into your hair or making sweet love to you. It felt empty when he wasn’t there but he made up for it when he came home and talked to you everyday on the phone about how much he missed you and would prefer to be at home with you. It didn’t matter how much he was away he always came home and it was as though he had never been away.

 

You were now celebrating your first Christmas together, how six months had flown. You were both sat at the dining room table, presents, wrapping paper, labels and bows spread all over the place.

 

The tall Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room, shining different coloured lights lighting up the kitchen.

 

You remembered putting it up together. Tom had taken the day off especially to put it up and get in the Christmassy spirit with you. You remember it as though it was yesterday, drinking mould wine, eating mince pies and singing along to Christmas songs at the top of your lungs as you decorated the tree. You loved how he still got excited about the littlest things; Christmas was his favourite time of the year, as was his birthday. He was such a big kid at heart. Bless him.

 

Tom pulled you out of your daydream. “Darling, can I have some help I seem to have celotape stuck to my finger and it wont come off” I laughed helping him take the celotape off of his finger. It was now stuck on my finger. Tom laughed throwing his head back ehehe.

 

You spent a good five minutes trying to get the celloptape off your finger. When you finally got it off you continued wrapping presents. When Tom went to put the bow on a present for his sister he thought it would be funny to place a red bow on your forehead too.

 

He turns in his chair to face you placing his hand on your cheek, looking right into your eyes he says “All I want for Christmas, is you, darling” you smile leaning mirroring his reflection placing your other hand on his cheek. “You’re all I want for Christmas too, Tom” you reply before pulling him to you for a long passionate kiss. You’re on his lap by the time you both pull away for breath. “Merry Christmas darling, I love you” Tom says. You smile.

“I love you too, Tom, so much. Merry Christmas”.

 

You continue to spend the rest of the afternoon wrapping presents before cuddling infront of the fire with Tom reading Shakespeare aloud until you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

 

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