TOM HOLLAND | PETER PARKER IMAGINES

Tom Holland|Ice Queen

A/N: Thanks narniasprincess for waiting so long for this request! Sorry it took forever, things got crazy, but I hope you like it! I'll need to edit more of this since I wrote half of it on a plane, but enjoy!

Prompt: The reader is the youngest makeup artist at the set, and she works with Tom. The reader is a quite known figure skater of her country; however, she took a break from the sport. The sound of the reader's name sounded familiar to Tom when they met, but he is not sure where he heard the name. As days went by, they were talking about the Olympics and they talked about figure skating. There Tom realized that the reader is a figure skater. He asked why she stopped, and she reasoned out financial and anxiety problems. By the end, Tom rented a nearby rink for the reader to skate for a day. Being amazed by the reader's performance, he will encourage the reader to go back and compete again. the reader is in college. Request by narniasprincess

Warnings: I'm not good at makeup or figure skating but I gave it my best!

Word count: 2150

(C/C) — country choice

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Taking boxes filled with makeup and supplies for work, (Y/n) struggled to carry the loads of items to her new work place, a makeup trailer.

Stumbling clumsily, (Y/n) dropped everything—from lipstick, to concealer—on the floor, making a complete mess.

"Here, love. Let me help," a British accent rang out, the figure taking a knee and starting to pick up the items from the floor.

"Thank you sir! I'm so sorry—" (Y/n) apologized, looking up at the dashing stranger in front of her.

With wavy brown hair and chocolate eyes, (Y/n) became memorized by the beauty of the man before her.

"It's no problem darling. I've never seen you around," the brown-eyed male grinned, finally picking up the final supplies as (Y/n) tore her intense gaze from him.

Offering his free hand, the man gestured for (Y/n) to skate it. (Y/n) blushed from embarrassment, taking his firm hand as support as she lifted herself up.

"I'm new. (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)," (Y/n) took his hand for too long, excited about starting her new life after the events of her past.

"(Y/n)! Do you wanna meet—oh, I see you've met our star," the oldest makeup artist, Paula, yelled from the makeup trailer. Paula grinned as she saw the adorable celebrity and the youngest intern already hitting it off.

"So you're the new makeup artist?" the cute stranger asked slyly, showing a charming, cheeky grin.

"Yes. You must be the Tom Holland," (Y/n) nodded shyly, embarrassed about her first impression.

"So people do know me! I have to ask—have we met? Your name sounds awfully familiar. Maybe on a show or another—"

"No, I don't think we have. I just came in from (c/c). Shall we?" (Y/n) gestured to the makeup trailer, smiling nervously as Tom shrugged, taking the boxes up to her station.

(Y/n) relaxed, exhaling away her anxiety. The thought of her past brought new pain to her healing scars, still unable to control her fear of getting back on the ice.

Why can't I admit to skating proudly for my country? I don't deserve to figure skate anymore. This is my life now, and I should focus on this. This won't hurt me.