I’ve Missed You (Tom Holland X Reader):

Warnings: Language and slightly implied smut

A/N: A fluffy imagine based off this pic!

I’ve Missed You (Tom Holland X Reader):

It had been months since Tom had gotten decent sleep, let alone slept in the same bed as you. You missed the feeling of his warmth next to you, the feeling of his arm around your waist holding you tight to him. You missed the morning kisses he would give you, each one better than the last.

After what seemed like forever, Tom had a few days off once he was done with press for Spider-Man: Homecoming. He had pushed himself this time, harder than he had before. You could see it in the dark circles under his eyes and the way he spoke to you at night on the phone. He was just exhausted. And finally, he was home.

He didn’t want to wake you when he came home, careful to climb into your bed without waking you up. He was well too excited to feel someone next to him, that someone being you, the love of his life. God how he wished he could show you how much he missed you right then and there, but that would have to wait. He turned on his side, facing you and quickly fell asleep.

8 hours later and jet lagged, he woke up before you. He knows you’ve been busy too, you both needed a break. After ten minutes of watching your beautiful form sleep peacefully, he felt you shift in your current sleeping position. You flipped over, not expecting to see a half-naked, groggy and handsome as ever Tom in your bed. You did a double take and almost had a heart attack. Without saying anything, you tried to remain calm and watched him as he watched you, seeing how long you both could last like this.

After five minutes you couldn’t take it. He was just too damn sexy. You climbed on top of him, kissing him with everything inside you. God, all the days you spent in this bed with cold toes, only to now have him back. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much baby” Tom says, his voice raspy from his recent travels.

“And I you” you said smiling at him before he pulled you into a hug. You took in his scent and the feeling of his arms around your waist. He flipped you over and kissed you deeply, one hand in the crook of your neck and the other on your waist. He couldn’t get enough of you, and he never would.

First Time in the Public Eye [ Tom Holland ]

Anonymous said to huntershawn:

You should do a Tom Holland imagine with taking the reader to a premiere and it’s the first time they have been out in the public eye with PDA and the fans and interviewers are all over it ❤️

Y/SH/N = your ship name

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 Request: If your requests are open could you do a tom holland imagine where the reader is a nurse at children’s hospital, working when tom comes to visit the kids? Love your writing!!

requested by: @calilycal

warning: none

a/n; I’m so sorry this took so long to write! hope you like it. 

Originally posted by igneoustales

“Just one more time Micheal, this is the last time, ’’ Micheal covered his mouth with his hands and shook his head no. “Can you please take your medicine?” he shook his head no once again “why?” you asked, just as he opened his mouth to talk, you swiftly shoved the spoon full of the cherry flavored liquid into his mouth.

The brunette made a disgusted face as he swallowed the liquid. “It’s not that bad” Micheal made another disguised face which made you laugh. 

You’re a nurse at a children’s Hospital. 

You loved it here,  for most people,  hospital’s reminds them of death or sickness, but not for you. You loved working with these kids, they’re always full of energy even though they were going through a lot +which you admired. 

“Y/n you are needed in the room 22″ you heard your voice being called.

 “okay Micheal, Miss Cara is coming with your food, I want you to eat all of it this time if you do I will read you 2 bedtime story’s” Micheal put his hand on his chin pretending to think.

“deal” he squealed.

 This kid was the biggest drama queen you ever met, but he has also one of the sweetest kid’s in here, he was just full of life and joy, and you just loved it.

You were going through some of the files from the new patients that has arrived a few days ago not paying attention to your surroundings you ended up bumping into something or someone and fell on the floor with your paper’s scattered everywhere. 

“oh my god I’m terribly sorry “someone with a heavy British accent spoke. You looked up at the person who just bumped into you, he seemed terribly familiar but you couldn’t figure out where did you see him. 

He had short curly hair with big chocolate brown eyes, he seemed to be about your age as well. 

You failed to realize the fact that he held his hand out for you. He helped you get up and kindly helped you pick up your documents. 

“I’m really sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” he rubbed the back of his neck, you smiled “no it’s fine, I wasn’t looking either. So were both even now” he laughed. 

“I am Tom” he held out this hand for you to shake just as you were about to shake his hand someone called him. “oh ugh I have to go, I will see you later?” he said as he ran towards the direction of the voice. 

You smiled at yourself and continued your path, you went to go check up some of the kids when you heard giggling?

It was coming from Micheal’s room? You walked in and saw the same guy that bumped into you in the hallway. Tom? He was wearing a red and blue Spiderman costume. 

That’s when it hit you he was the new spiderman Tom Holland. You feel so stupid that you didn’t recognize him before.  

Tom turned around and saw you standing by the door “ hi” he said shyly, he was standing beside’s Micheal’s bed with another guy that had blue eyes and blond hair, he seemed to be Tom’s age, but he was taller than him.

You stood there as Tom talked to Micheal and other children, he was so good with them. It was like he knew exactly what to tell them and you could tell that the kids liked him as well. I mean how could they not he was just so sweet and funny.

After the small meet and greet with the kids Tom and you properly introduced each other and quickly became friends. 

By the end of the day you ended up meeting the whole cast of Spiderman: Homecoming, they were all so sweet and incredibly talented. 

You ended up having a small crush on a  certain Tom Holland maybe not a small crush but a huge one.

You were reading to the kids when you realized that Tom was staring at you when you turned around to face him he became beet red which made your crush on him become even bigger and the butterflies in your stomach multiply. 

 You were on your way to your car when you heard someone call out your name, you turned around only to be faced with the handsome brunette. 

“oh hey Tom what’s up” he smiled at you ,catching his breath, “I ugh this may sound a bit weird but I- you know what never mind Y/n sorry it’s silly” you frowned  "no it’s not silly Tom you can tell me" you tried to boost his confidence which seemed like it worked. 

He scratched the back of his neck and spoke up “ I kind of have a crush on you and wanted to know if you want to on a date with me? if you’re up for it of course?” you smiled glad that he felt the same way as you did.

“yeah that would be great”

ok, this sucked I will make it up for it.

Liar 1/? (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)

Tom Riddle was your superior, or so everyone said.

Sharp, handsome features shaped by dark waves of silky hair had women swooning left and right, his straight and healthy posture bringing him to his full height at six feet tall. When he walked he took long, graceful strides with purpose, head held high to flash either a dashing smile or a cold glare at his fellow students as he passed.

“Riddle is so handsome,” and “Tom is so smart!” had you cupping your ears with frustration - you were tired of hearing about Tom fucking Riddle and how much better he was at everything than you.

Scoffing softly, you stuck your nose back into your dinner at the very end the Slytherin table - with the first years. How humiliating.

Pushing your food around carelessly with your fork, you glanced distastefully towards the enormous doors to the Great Hall, contemplating whether or not you could cut announcements and go to your dorm.

“Professor Slughorn said that he’ll even tutor me in potions class. I can’t believe how lucky I am.” One girl said, and the girl next to her snorted, shoveling mashed potatoes into her open mouth. “No amount of tutoring will ever be enough to get into sixth-years’ potions class. It’s just not possible.”

You bit your lip as you continued to ponder leaving dinner early to escape the infuriating prattle of these first years and their plans to join the dreamy Tom Riddle and his handsome friend
Abraxas Malfoy.

You felt your blood boil at the mention of that rich, spoiled brat’s name - if there was one person you hated more than Tom, it was Abraxas. The bastard had deemed you dirty by blood despite being a half-blood Slytherin. You were socially exiled from any circle within your house and since you were a Slytherin, people often misjudged you and steered clear whenever you passed.

Having heard enough of the girls and their plots to win the devilishly handsome Slytherin’s heart you stood up, a few first years flinching at your abrupt movement. Straightening out the wrinkles on your grey slacks and gathering your books you turned with a hard scowl and stormed out of the Great Hall.

You grumbled to yourself as you made your way through the first floor of the magnificent castle, paying little mind to the students that cowered away from you. You did find it curious, considering you were never overly aggressive or cruel, there was a stereotype attached to Slytherin house but you never received such submissive behavior from anyone.

Brushing off the odd behavior of your fellow Hogwarts students, you continued your journey up four flights of moving stairs and as you lifted your right foot to step off of the last set, the familiar nauseating sway of the staircase had you groaning.

You were so busy off in your world and reacted too slowly, as usual. As if some cruel God was having too much fun with you to stop now and was choosing to continue with your torment, a soft velvety chuckle could be heard just behind you. You craned your neck lazily expecting to see some painfully dull ghost or poltergeist but they would’ve been too easy to share a staircase ride with. You turned your head away with a huff as you caught a glimpse of his soft lips and dark eyes.

“Miss your stop?” The brunette asked, and you simply grunted in response. “You hardly venture this far into the castle.” You raised your brows at the sixth-year prefect as he approached your side, fingers tangled together behind his back like a child shielding something scandalous.

“How would you know how I spend my spare time, Riddle?” You scowled at the teen’s growing smile, he turned away momentarily to wipe the amused smirk away before turning to you again with that annoyingly charming gaze.

“Well, you can’t possibly be coming here on some sort of routine because I always come to the library after dinner and announcements.“ Riddle raised a brow at you, the faintest of smirks lingering on his lips. Smart ass. You gritted your teeth and gripped the spine of your book harder, hoping that if you glared hard enough his face might start to melt. It didn’t and so you just looked foolish, standing there and scowling at the boy at your side.

“Announcements aren’t over yet, Riddle, which means you’re technically skipping a class, which means you’re technically breaking a rule. Aren’t you supposed to be setting a good example for the new first years?” You smirked and your eyebrows danced mischievously at the prefect who’s own smirk was beginning to falter.

Tom turned his gaze from you to the new floor the staircase abruptly halted at and with his arm, motioned for you to move ahead. “I would be if I wasn’t already about to catch another student red-handed.”

You bit your lip and shook your head as you walked side-by-side with Tom, “You’d be taking points from your own house, Riddle.” He scoffed and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and glared from the corner of his eye at you, “Do you really think I care about house points? Honestly.”

You sneered at the back of his head as he sped past you and into the library entrance. It was dimly lit and you could hear the crackling of a nearby fireplace and the murmuring of several paintings that covered the stone walls. You practically dove across tables, narrowly avoiding death from several loose chairs on your way over to the receptionist’s empty desk and shoved your books into a small slit by it where dark bold letters spelled ‘return’.

Glancing over your shoulder one more time, you were both ecstatic and disappointed to find the room empty, Riddle had gone. Brushing away any feelings that arose you turned briskly and left the library, the walk slow and boring without someone to keep you company. Frowning, you couldn’t help but scold yourself for even wanting that curly haired git anywhere near you. Running your fingers over your face, you passed the Great Hall and were about to take another flight if stairs into the dungeon when you were firmly yanked away from the entrance. “There they are, Professor,” a smug yet familiar voice said, “trying to skip dinner. Again.” You turned and squinted in the dark at two figures in the dark and while the grip on your arm loosened, it didn’t let go. “Y/N, what do you have to say for yourself?” You cringed and rolled your eyes, “I feel ill, Professor Slughorn,” you lied to your potions instructor,

“A lie, Professor. I’ve been catching them left and right trying to cut evening meals.” You gaped at Riddle and he seemed to catch that in the dark, you could just sense that cunning smirk and you raised your hands defensively, “That’s not true! I was returning books!”

“I thought you were ill, Y/N?” Tom taunted from over Slughorn’s shoulder. “I tried to let them off with a warning but they just won’t listen, Professor.”

“Detention it is then,” the old man said with a somewhat authoritative tone, “all week, with you, Tom. I don’t want anyone else on duty.” Slughorn turned back to you and frowned, “It’s time we taught you how to respect the rules, Y/N.”

Without another word, the potion master turned and left you standing dumbfounded in the dark hallway. A long moment passed before Tom spoke up.

“I’m sorry, but as a prefect I have to inform a teacher if a student is breaking a rule.” The brunette apologized sarcastically. Your blank stare twisted into an annoyed scowl and Tom laughed in your face. “Detention starts tomorrow, Y/N. You heard Slughorn.”

“You lied.” You clenched your teeth and blinked away tears, growing increasingly frustrated with Riddle’s taunting.

“Hm? Did I?” He hummed from over his shoulder, his back now turned to you as he began his walk back to the Great Hall, only stopping to shoot you a demanding look. You raised your brow at him from your place in the shadows and Tom jerked his head, growing impatient. “You haven’t eaten.”

“Yes, I have.” You argued, crossing your arms and turning away from his penetrating glare. “You haven’t, I saw you. You didn’t touch your plate.”

You scoffed at him, “You wouldn’t even be able to see me from that far away, Riddle. Don’t lie.” His glare simply hardened and his long arm reached out to grab your shoulder, “You will eat, and I will watch you eat.” He ordered as he quite literally dragged you down the hall and to the Great Hall which was buzzing with noise.

You were about to stop at your usual place at the end of the table but a firm yank from Tom was enough to keep you moving. Up and up you climbed until you were there - right at the front of the table. Quizzical eyes watched you as you sunk into your seat between Tom and several of his pureblood Slytherin companions, none of which you liked. Your eyes met with Tom’s briefly and you felt your lip quiver, which he definitely notice, eyes falling to your mouth before he picked up his own cutlery and motioned for you to eat.

You mirrored his actions slowly and ate, occasionally stealing glances at the prefect who seemed all too content with your presence. Eventually the table settled and conversations started up again, you of course joined none - nor were you invited to. Strangely enough, despite his popularity, you noticed Tom was just as uninterested as you, not even lifting his gaze unless it was to inspect your plate.

You took this time to properly inspect him up close and stabbed aggressively as you noted just how handsome he really was. “Riddle is so handsome,” you cringed, “Tom is so smart.”

You remembered those girls and wondered if they’d be envious of you now. That alone was enough to make the rest of the evening tolerable.

You smiled as you ate your dinner.


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