Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

7: Wanna Join Me?

It's a comic con.

It's my friends thing, not mine. (A lie)

She bought the tickets, I did not. (A lie)

She wanted to meet Tom Holland, I did not. (Also a lie)

She thought he'd actually notice me, I did not. (Truth)

But I went anyway. She was too excited for me to say no to. Soooo....I went to the Comic Con.

And, because she made me, I went in a black SHIELD catsuit. I looked like Natasha Romanoff.

Now, I'm not complaining, cause I looked fabulous. Absolutely spectacular.

I felt like an idiot.

But I got lots of compliment and so forth, and by the time F/N was ready to meet the one and only, she dragged me to the line. People whistled at me on my way. It was my fault I suppose, showing more cleavage then necessary. We stood in quiet a long line.

I didn't even feel impatient. Yes, this kid was adorable, yes I liked him, but no, I wasn't prepared to meet him. I played on my phone the whole time.

F/N squeezed my hand, left me, and next thing I knew it was my turn.

She came back to me blushing and laughing. "He said I was pretty!" She cried into her hands. "He's so sweet!" Then she tugged my arm. "Your turn!"

And with a shove, I found myself staring at the SpiderMan I'd accidentally fallen in love with. I quickly recovered, and smiled warmly at him.

He winked back, probably quiet aware of what that would do to a woman like me. "How're you today Darling?"

I finally reached him, and responded, "Great love. How're you?"

He shrugged, "not bad."

"I loved you as Rihanna by the way," I said, and that made him laugh. "I mean," I continued, "that was some inspirational shit."

His eyes flashed, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me right against him quicker then my brain could process. "I like the way you said that," he told me.

"I like the way you pulled me against you," I countered.

"I like the noise you made when I did so," he returned. "And I like your costume. Sexy."

We were totally flirting.

"I like that you like that," I teased. "You look sexy all the time. And I'm sure if you tried, you could get me to make other 'noises' too." Jesus Christ, where was this coming from?!

"I'm sure I could too," he gave a confident shrug. "But for now, let's pose for a photo."

I wrapped my arm round his neck, and he reached up and clasped my hand.

I smiled.

He looked down at me.

(When I got the photo back, I blushed at the look he'd been giving me)

Just as I was supposed to leave, I pulled my phone out of the tiny black bag F/N made me bring.

"It was an honor to meet you, Tasha," Tom said, reaching for my phone.

I held it back. "My name is Y/N, and what do you want with my phone?"

He snatched it. "To put my damn number in it, you twat."

I gulped.

He started laughing to himself as he pulled up my camera, "Selfie darling."

As if I didn't know what those were. So we made a face, but he caught me totally off guard with a kiss to the cheek.