Tom Holland/ Peter Parker Imagines

Director of Photography// Tom

I am lesser known photographer, and by that I mean, an unknown photographer. But somehow the director of Spider-Man Homecoming had found my photos and asked me to come on set to take some pictures for the entire time they were filming.

Currently dodging crew members while protecting my camera, we were set on a highway that was closed for the shooting.

I was just walking around, taking some scenery photos, like the cracks in the road and the trees off in the distance. Clearly, I was bored out of my mind.

Looking through the view finder, searching for some more defective looking tree trunks (and yes, there were many), Harrison's face, well just his eyes, suddenly came into my view.

Letting out a scream, then proceeding to hit his shoulder, I yelled, "Damn it, Harrison, you can't do that!"

He laughed loudly, clenching his stomach as he took a few steps back from laughing so loud, "You should have seen your face!" He then proceed to replay my reaction, it went from nice and calm then to eyes wide, and he had also decided to let out a high pitched scream. "It was brilliant!"

I folded one of my arms over my stomach since my other hand held my camera, my face was showing absolutely no emotion.

"Come on, Y/N. Did I scare you that badly?" He stopped laughing, feeling a little guilty. Keyword: a little. He still had a small smile plastered on his face.

"You ever seem to think if I had dropped my camera how murderous I would have become?" My eyebrows had furrowed and shifted my body weight to all one side.

"Damn, Y/N. Sorry." His joy had completely faded away.

I sighed and ran a through my hair, "Sorry about the snap, but seriously, please don't scare me like that again."

He nodded, "Understood." Harrison's mood once again switched. Now with a smile back on his face, he asked me, "Get any good shots yet?"

I shrugged, "Not really. Just of a few trees and some broken up asphalt. We're not really doing anything. Can't take photos of nothing."

"Hmm," he folded his arms and rubbed his chin, "maybe you can take some photos of me?"

"Sorry, dude. This ain't a photoshoot," I chuckled.

"What if I got Tom over here?" Harrison wiggled his eyebrows as he snatched my camera from my hand.

"Hey!" I tried to grab it back, but he counteracted by placing it up high in the air. Letting him win, I instead asked, "What difference would it make if you got Tom to come over here?" Crossing my arms with an annoyed expression on my face as Harrison took my photo.

"Beautiful," Harrison chuckled.

"Ha ha," I sarcastically laughed.

"What?" Another photo, this time portrait, "Tom would say it, too. Probably in a different way, but he would say it." Another photo, this time with a slight blush added to my cheeks. "And that's your answer."He switch the camera back to landscape as I hummed a 'huh'. He shook his head as the camera made a shutter sound for the fourth time, "You're so blind."

Slight offended, I said, "Oh, really?"

Lifting his head from behind the camera lens, Harrison answered, "Oh, yes. Very blind." Cue camera shutter.

"Will you stop taking my photo?" I swung my arms down to my side.

"Fine," he handed my camera back to me. I fiddled with the settings that he messed up, surprisingly, he didn't mess that much up. "He's staring," Harrison commented.