Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

1: It's Not Weird

I was sitting perfectly still in the living room set.

So far everyone who passed me didn't notice I was here.

That's fine with me.

I was trying to avoid anyone I didn't want to see, which, in my case, was about everyone.

Unless a certain British Cutie walked past with his other British Cutie assistant, in which case I'd gladly be seen.

But as I people watched, no such boys walked passed.

That's alright, they only got on set just two hours ago.

They-sorry, he-was working on a pretty hefty role.

This role he happened to have was in a romance movie.

With me.

And if that didn't make me hurl, what could?

Anyway, the role I had was of the love interest, of course, and he played the main character.

Why they needed another romance I don't know.

It was kinda dumb in my humble opinion. Well, it was dumb in my humble opinion until I learned who I'd be doing the movie with.

And who I shared a kissing scene with. That changed my otherwise pessimistic opinion.

My best friend, who happened to also be my assistant, had been trying to convince me to introduce myself confidently to the cute British boy.

I didn't think I was capable.

But, as I found this chair very uncomfortable, I decided what the hell? I'm gonna do it anyway.

So I stood up, nearly tripping over the stupid rug, and trudged over to my bestie, who was searching for me. "Oh! There you are. Come on, we're going to meet-"

"Correction," I held out a hand. "I'm going to introduce myself to-"

"Counter-correction," she swatted my hand. "You're going to introduce us both to-"

"Counter-counter-correction, Why don't you both just go already?!" Elizebeth Olsen cried.

F/N and I stared a moment before shrugging and heading to the set we knew the cute British boy and his buddy happened to be.

"Tom, if you don't stop saying that I will duct tape your mouth shut!" The director called to the British boy on set, who shrugged a little.

"Sorry bout that mate, couldn't help it," he said back.

I waltzed up to the director, not failing to notice the British boy's eyes on me the whole time. I whispered to the director, "Is it alright if he takes a five minute break?"

The director squinted. After a long pause, he said, "Fine."

I waved the British boy over to me. He trudged down the set and walked over to me. "Hey, my name is Y/N, and this is F/N. I'm playing Scarlett in this movie."

Tom smiled widely. "Hi! Er..I'm Tom Holland? I'm-I'm playing Jackson."

F/N smiled at him. "Yeah, we guessed that."

I held out a hand, which he shook a moment too long before letting go and nervously glancing away. "Anyway," he started. "You and I are cast mates, right?"

F/N gave me a wink.

I nodded. "Yes, yes we are."

"And we...er..have a kissing scene, huh?" Tom went on, looking slightly ashamed.