Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

26: Grew Up

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"Maybe if we actually got to filming," I started, "like we're supposed to, the director wouldn't be after my head, Stan!" I shouted at Sebastian.

Filming was supposed to start two hours ago, with me, the young version of the Black Widow, and Sebastian, who is Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. This movie wasn't going to be released for a while, but that didn't mean filming wasn't obligatory early on. And when Sebastian felt like goofing off, I couldn't stop him.

I'd been introduced to Marvel by Stan Lee, whom I'd met earlier, when I was about seventeen. He'd told me I'd make a great Natasha, and I took that to heart, so two years later I decided to try that out. Lucky for me, the directors agreed with Stan Lee, so I got the honor of being Natasha's younger version. Right now, Sebastian was also working on the new Captain America, titled Civil War.

And I wanted to get to the movie I was in, but Sebastian seemed excited about this movie.

After snapping at Sebastian, I watched as he lost the tiny bit of focus he had on me, frowning at something behind me.

I sighed. "Sebastian!"

"Y/N?"

That hadn't been Seb. That voice was very different. It wasn't as deep...but there was a British accent behind it.

I held my breath, and turned around.

Tom Holland stood in the studio doorway, wearing something almost exactly like what I'd seen him in last, three years ago. Skinny jeans and a white tshirt. He was smiling widely, and his hair. Oh god, his hair. It was curly, but it was run back, most likely by his fingers, and it looked so good. The moment he saw me, he dropped his bag and held his arms out.

I covered my mouth. "God, Tommy!" And I ran to him, jumping up and throwing my arms around him tightly. He lifted me off the ground so I could wrap my legs around him. I don't know why I did that, but God I wanted to. He spun me around, one hand under my butt to keep me there, and the other on my back, also to keep me there.

"What the hell! I'm so-so glad to see you!" I said, tears gathering in my eyes. I'd grown up with this boy, and as soon as my small career took off, I hadn't seen him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Y/N, I can't believe you're here! What are you doing here?"

I leaned back, looking at his gorgeous smile. "I-I play the Black Widow! Younger version."

I hugged him again, tightly, before he could keep talking. He hugged me back, laughing happily. "You look so gorgeous!" He said through happy laughs.

"You look so handsome!" I leaned back again, running my fingers over his cheek and chin. "Look at you, where'd the mole go?"

He placed a finger cautiously to his chin. "Oh yeah, that, I dunno. Gone, thank god."

I smiled so widely my cheeks hurt. "You look amazing."

He wrinkled his nose.

"What happened to filming, huh?" Sebastian tapped my shoulder.

I looked back over my shoulder at him. "Tommy showed up!"

Tom laughed, a short, boyish laugh. "You sound no different from when I left you."

Sebastian just nodded. "Uh huh. And what does 'Tommy' have to do with the end of rehearsal?"

I sighed as Tom smiled at me with crinkled eyes. "Cause. He's Tom Holland, for gods sakes, Seb."

I realized my legs were still wrapped around him tightly, and his hands were rested on my hips. "Er....yeah. What are you doing here, anyway?"

Tom was about to respond when a voice rang out behind him, interrupting.

"He's the asshole who plays 'the one and only, amazing SpiderMan!'" Anthony Mackie said in a sarcastic tone.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm SpiderMan."

I gasped. "No way! That's amazing!"

He wrinkled his nose again. "Yeah. Well, you know I've always wanted to....it's amazing to say I am."

I kissed his cheek. "This is the strangest day of my life."

Tom winked. "I hope that's a good thing."

Sebastian sighed. "Can we please get back to-"

"Hey, what on earth is this?" RDJ walked up behind Tom, frowning at me, and pointing at my legs around him. "Why're you wrapped around Spidey?"

Tom started laughing, and turned pink in the face.

"Well......we kinda grew up together," I answered.

Robert nodded slowly. "Uh huh. That definitely explains why you're attached to him like that."

Tom rolled his eye again and rested his head on my shoulder.

I glared at Robert. "Because I love him. So leave me alone, I'll wrap my legs around him if I wanna!"

Robert held his hands up in surrender. "Alrighty! Chill. I just wanted to know."

Chris had walked past Robert, and glanced up, and when he saw us, he froze, back pedaled, and pointed. "What's this about?"

Robert beat me to it. "She loves him so she'll wrap her legs around him if she wanna."

I laughed, and Tom did too.

Both Chris and Robert walked away with weird expressions, but Seb stayed. "Can you please dismantle and join me?"

Tom wrapped his arms around me again. "Mine."

I laughed again, and Tom winked at me.

Then I realized exactly how many people were in the room. The light guy stared at me, the backdrop manager, the director, Seb, Scarlett, and a large group of extras, all stared at us.

I looked at Tom, wrinkling my nose. "You should probably put me down now."

He shook his head. "And if I don't want to?" He twisted me around, holding me bridal style.

I smiled up at him. "Then I guess you don't have to."

He nodded shortly. "Damn straight."

I decided to ignore the people staring. "But if you want a tour, you should probably put me down."

He shifted me in his arms. "Just point me in the direction you wanna go."

I laughed, short but happy. "You're such a weird boy."

"But you love me," he said with a raised eyebrow.

I snorted. "You're an ass."

"But you love me."

"Shut up!"

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"But you love me!! Ow-oh, ow, let go of my ear, I'm kidding!"