Tom Holland Imagines: Volume 2

"The World's Greatest Prank"

A/N: Hi, everyone, I'm back! This was requested by @GalaxyRose2871! "I'm thinking that Tom and the reader are working on a movie together( you can make one up. Maybe horror?) During the Halloween period. Perhaps they can play a prank on the crew by making them believe they're dead."

We were about to wrap on "Wicked Past" and it was October 29th. So, naturally, Halloween was the topic of conversation all over the set. "What are you going to go as?" and "Any fun plans for the big night?" and "Did you hear Kate Hudson's supposed to step up her party game even further this year?"

Of course, everyone was in the mood to talk Halloween. We were on the set of a horror movie, after all! And my costar/best friend Tom Holland and I were perhaps the only two people on set who hadn't had any plans. 

Everyone knew we loved Halloween. It had been our favorite holiday since we were children and every year we went all-out. But the movie had taken most of the tuck out of us for the season and we had planned to just sleep off the evening curled up under a blanket in someone's trailer. And when our bestie Zendaya (who was, coincidentally, also working on the movie) heard our plans, she couldn't believe it.

"You two? Not doing anything for Halloween? Come on, you've gotta be joking! That's the biggest anti-climax since the plot of this movie!"

Tom and I just shrugged. "Well, what do you suppose we do, then? We've pretty much done everything there is to do when it comes to Halloween."

Zendaya sat on the beanbag across from where Tom and I were sprawled on the trailer couch. She thought for a minute before her face lit up with the beginnings of an idea. "Dude. You guys should pull a prank."

"A prank?" Tom and I asked in sync, looking at each other suspiciously.

"Yeah! Like...the world's greatest prank. On the entire cast and crew." She was really getting excited, now. "OOOH! And I can help! We'll scare them so hard they'll never give us boxed coffee again!"

I was intrigued, dammit, and so was Tom. "So what are you thinking?"

TIME SKIP: Brought to you by Peter's umpteenth lost backpack

On the morning of October 31st, everyone was so eager to get off the set and get on with their lives that we only had a short time to operate. Tom and I were positioned behind the backdrop in Warehouse 39 where we would wait until we were signaled.

ZENDAYA'S POV:

I dashed into Warehouse 40 as fast as my legs could carry me and slid around the corner, panting as hard as I could when I came to a stop in front of the director. 

"Oh thank god, Z! We were wondering where everyone had got to. The call time was an hour ago! Where is everyone?" He regarded me suddenly with great concern. "And what the hell happened to you?"

Time to turn on the act.

"Joe, it's Tom and Y/N..." I started, forcing my voice to wobble and my eyes to fill up with tears. I started to "shake uncontrollably" and my face blanched.

"What the...what do you mean? Is everything okay?"

"No! No. God, Joe, you've got to do something, there was an accident and..." my voice broke and I collapsed to the floor hyperventilating.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. Whatever happened, we'll work it out," Joe assured me, though I could hear the panic starting in his voice. I had to fight the urge to smirk. "What happened, Z, can you tell me?"

"Th-there was an accident in Warehouse 39 and...I don't know how it happened but a lighting structure collapsed and pinned them underneath it. There's blood everywhere..."

"Jeezus! Okay, it's okay. Can you show me where? God. Call 911 or something, Jamie!" Joe instructed the intern (who we'd also gotten in on the gag). Jamie nodded and went to go fake the phone call.

Meanwhile, I dragged Joe into Warehouse 39. I threw the light switch, which turned on the lights on the ceiling and triggered some sparks from the fake lighting accident we'd had the prop guys set up. Joe slapped a hand over his mouth and dashed over. By now, most of the crew had started to follow us and they all whispered fervently. 

"See? It's too horrible!" I exclaimed a bit dramatically, cueing in Tom and Y/N. The scene we'd set up was certainly horrifying. Tom and Y/N were pinned beneath a styrofoam light tower with fake blood sprayed across the floor and seeping from their shirts. We'd had the makeup artist paint their faces pale and they lay sprawled unnaturally on the floor. 

"Holy mother of....what on earth are we going to tell their families?!" Joe was wiping sweat from his forehead and for a moment I felt bad for how far we'd gone. That was Y/N's cue to gasp loudly. She sat up halfway, careful not to displace the foam structure on top of her. 

"H-HELP!" she death-rattled. Joe stood back suddenly.

"SOMEONE GET THAT STRUCTURE OFF OF THEM!" he exclaimed. Tom coughed and spluttered a few feet away. The coughing soon turned to laughter and Y/N sat up and high-fived him. Joe looked on with eyes as wide as saucers, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

"Got you!" Y/N cackled, shoving the foam lighting off her and Tom. They stood up and embraced me.

"We're fine!" Tom shouted to the crowd of bystanders in the studio. 

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" someone responded.

We all turned to Joe, expecting the worst reaction, but he'd started laughing, wiping his forehead in relief.

"You know, if this was about that boxed coffee, you could have asked!"