𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘌

"OKAY people, today is the first day of filming. We're going to do this really stupid get-to-know-each-other exercise to make the newcomers more comfortable." Joe claps his hands together as he stands in front of us.

By 'us', I just mean, you know—
ROBERT DOWNEY JR, CHRIS EVANS, SCARLETT JOHANSSON, SEBASTIAN STAN, AND A FEW KEY OTHERS.
To say I was shitting myself would be an understatement.

"Well, since I'm not new around here, I'll go first." Robert stands, smiling his copyrighted smile at us.
"Hi, I'm Robert, and I play the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."

Beside him is Chris, who stands up next. I guess this is a regular exercise they do?
"Hi, I'm Chris, and I play America's Ass."
"Language!" Scarlett said quietly, making all of us giggle.

"Hi, I'm Sebastian Stan, and I play the Manchurian Candidate."
"Hi, I'm Jeremy Renner, and I play Legolas."
"Hi, I'm Paul Rudd, and I play Tic-Tac."
And so on, so forth- until finally, a guy who looked no older than I did stood up, his accent flowing smoothly in the air.
"Hi, I'm Tom Holland, and I play Underoos."

I got so lost in his voice, his hair, his smile, his everything; that I didn't realize it was my turn.
I quickly stood up, almost knocking my seat back.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n, and I play the Little Mermaid." I grinned shyly. One of the many glorious nicknames Tony Stark bestowed upon my character.
I sat back down, and surprisingly, most of the eyes on me had followed for a second.

The most intriguing pair being Tom's.

                                               ツ

I had just gotten done shaking hands and meeting the majority of the cast, gushing over all of them like a geek, when as I was leaving- a hand pulled me back by my shoulder.

"Hey, I'm sorry if this is weird, but I wanted to introduce myself before you got away." A charming British accent said, an awkward laugh following.

"No, that's understandable! I'm sorry I almost left without meeting you." I smiled, shaking Tom's hand. He smiled back, and we stood there: just taking each other in.
"So, you're Tom Holland?"
"Yes, that's me. And you're y/n l/n?"
"I'd hope so."

My stupid joke got a chuckle out of him, making me smile wider.
"I'm excited to work with you more, you know, with both of us being newbies." Tom cocked his head to the side, one of his brown curls falling perfectly over his face.
"Yeah, I'm excited too." I couldn't think of much to say- he was too goddamn dreamy.

"Do you have Instagram?"
"Oh, yes, of course!" I unlocked my phone, pulling up the app and setting it to where he could type in his username. He did so, handing it back, before quickly typing into his phone—
tomholland2013 followed you!

"Well, y/n wizowski, I can't wait to get to know you better." He grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away.
"You too, Spider-Boy." I called after him, making him laugh.

I left the building, a skip in my step.
Once I got in my car, I put my face in my hands and screamed.
This was going to be fucking amazing.

                                               ツ

"You guys will never believe what happened! So I met the entire cast, including-but-not-limited-to Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Scarlett Johansson, and Sebastian Stan; and then I met the new guy they casted to play Spider Man, and we talked and he asked for my Instagram, and he was just so funny and sweet—"
"Wait, who?" Timothée interrupted my rambling, his expression almost unreadable.

"The new guy they have casted as Spider Man. I'm not allowed to give his name just yet, but he's super cool. We both agreed we couldn't wait to get to know each other better-"
"It sounds like he likes you." Anthony wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Will you guys stop interrupting me?" I huffed, rolling my eyes.
"I have to agree with Tony, it sounds like he likes you." Lili smirks as she chomps on some chips and salsa.

I throw my head back, cackling. Once I catch my breath, I seemed to be the only one finding the humor in the situation.
"You guys don't seriously believe he could possibly be interested in me? We just met!" I deadpan.

"We're just telling you what we believe based on what we hear." Lily shrugs, the rest nodding with her. Timothée, however, remained unreadably silent and stiff.
"You okay, Timmy?" I ask, beginning to worry.
"Yeah, of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?" The words he spoke hurt more than I imagined they would: but why?

Was I hoping he'd be jealous? Was I hoping he'd be interested in me?
Grow up, y/n. This isn't some lame fan-fiction.

"Actually, I think I'm a little tired. I'm going to hit the hay; goodnight guys." Before we could say anything, he hung up.
"Wonder what's up his ass.." Anthony frowns, leaving for a second to get something.
Lili and Lily just look off to the side.

"Well, I guess I should go to bed, as well. Hope you guys get some good sleep." I smiled half-heartedly. "Goodnight y/n." They reply in unison.
I hung up, going to my iMessages.

StarBoy <3

                                                           [are you okay,  for real?]
Sent at 9:47

I waited for his message back, biting my thumb fingernail in anticipation. The only thing that happened though, was the subtle yet powerful:

Read at 9:50

I shut off my phone, plugging it up before rolling over.
Let's just say- I didn't get much sleep that night.