tom holland oneshots

dressing me

warnings : none !

summary : reader is the costume designer for tom's movie

word count : 500

(requested) hope u like !

"G'Morning," Tom said, walking through the door with a backpack fitted onto his shoulders. 

"Hey there," you laughed, moving some supplies around. "We have a new wardrobe for this leg of filming."

"Interesting," Tom replied, setting his bag down and sitting in a chair in front of a mirror. 

"Aren't you supposed to go to the makeup department first?" you laughed, looking through coats on a rack.

"Well I have free time before I'm due, and I'd rather spend it here than there."

"That so?" you teased, turning around with two hangers in your hands.

Tom hummed, playfully rolling his eyes. The two of you talked for the morning until he was leaving for makeup. But then, he came back for an outfit change, and you were deep into thought on the best looking, ultimately deciding on the simple straight legged jeans and some plaid flannel and a black tee, deciding to test out how a baseball cap would look with the completed design.

"Hey, love," Tom said, startling you.

"Jesus!" You shrieked, dropping your pencil and spinning around. Tom laughed in response, coming to stand closer to you. 

"We have a scaredy cat in the building?" he teased. 

"Yeah, you."

"I am not!" he huffed out, laughing. 

"Oh that's right, I forgot. You're the monster in the horror movies." 

Tom laughed, patting his chest. "Wow, rough." 

The two of you made eye contact before bursting out in laughter. You must've stood there for five minutes before calming down. 

"Back so soon, then?" you asked, turning around. 

"Oh yanno, I don't need much makeup."

"That's a lie," you laughed. 

Tom gasped from behind you before laughing, and you joined him. You turned around and walked around him to the many clothes hung up and folded. 

"Okay so I was thinking you could wear this," you pushed a pair of folded jeans into his hands, "with this," a hanger with a flannel attached to it, "and this," the final piece: the shirt. 

Tom laughed, "Okay," he said, glancing down before setting them on the table and taking off his shirt. Your eyes went wide and you turned around, preoccupying yourself to find a proper pair of shoes for him. When you turned around with a pair in your hands, Tom was dressed in the clothes you had chosen. 

"These are uhm-" you were talking slow, too distracted from him. "new, so let me know how they... fit."

Tom chuckled again before putting them on and standing in front of a mirror. 

"Turn around for me," you instructed, and Tom turned to face you. You hummed with a nod, "Wait, let me just-" you cut yourself off, going to the back of the trailer to find something, and you rushed out to place it on his head. 

The baseball cap completed the outfit, and you were quite satisfied with the results. "You look really... good," you said softly. 

Tom looked up after fixing his shirt, smiling and playing with the cap. "I think I could get used to you dressing me." 

You rolled your eyes, adjusting his sleeves and parts of his shoes before standing up tall and motioning him towards the door. "See you in a few, Arvin." 

Tom laughed, "See you in a few."