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faangirl101 · 7 years ago

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Reunited, volume 2, Tom Holland x reader

REUNITED MASTERLIST

Pairing: Tom holland x reader

marvelousimaginesforyou asked: Hi! Can you Write a Tom Holland Imagine where the Reader and him met when they were twelve and he was fifteen, they haven‘t seen each other since, then they come on set or meets him and the others at a Bar, and it becomes obvious that he trinke they’ve become very hot (Reader 18 Tom 21) and the Reader thinks the same about him and the other actors Tease Tom about it until he asks the reader out?

“No fucking way”, Iza screamed with a awfully high pitched voice, making it ring in my ears. I shrugged, acting unimpressed even if my heart was pounding painfully hard in my chest. “Tom holland”, Iza muttered while tapping at her computer. Her eyes followed the screen with a new founded intress. “Bitch”, Iza gasped, turning to me with a dropped jaw “This dude is famous, look here”. I couldn't hide my curiosity as i move across the room, tip toeing carefully not to slip on the shiny apartment floor. I looked passed her shoulder only to see the familiar handsome face. A famous actor, Tom holland was a famous actor. Dizzy, i sat down while rubbing my temples. Holy. Fucking. Shit.“That means he has money!”, Iza squealed and i rolled my eyes. I ignore my dirty socks as i throw them up on the wall over the couch. I hit my heels lightly against the material before i sigh “you know it's not the money. He was super sweet and it made me nostalgic”. She just snorted before throwing herself down next to me “you're in love with him aren't you”. I took a shuddered breath, a warmth spreading my chest. Was i in love with Tom holland? after just meeting him once? Love at first sight was a myth, i knew that much, but…. we have known each other for longer than that, it wasn't exactly the first time you two met. “I dont know”, i muttered while covering my face with my hands. It seemed like if i was keeping things from Iza but that wasn't really the case… I just simply.. didn't know. A vibration from my back pocket made me jump, my fiddling hands trying to grab onto the screen with clammy fingers. “Its Tom”, my voice break of nervosity as i see the little notification pop up. It was a unknown number but from the content i quickly assumed it was Tom.

Hey y/n! It was nice meeting you the other day, it's been to long. This may be a little to fast forward but maybe we could go for a coffee somebody, for the sake of old friends!

“He's totally into you”, i didn't even realize Iza was breathing over me until i felt her hot breath rise goosebump on my neck. “what?”, i swallowed hard while trying to control the adrenaline rushing at her comment “why would he”. I didn't even have to look at Iza to know she was rolling her eyes “oh come one, y/n! He's clearly into you, for the sake of old friends my ass”.

And btw, love, It's Tom

I can't help the smile shamelessly growing across my face. I heard a gasp from Iza as i look up to meet her eyes. She Pointed Her index finger right at my face “you're blushing! You're in love with him!”. Embarrassed of being caught i try to hide my burning face by looking down but i seems to only make it worse. “well”, Iza Throws her legs over my lap with ease “you have to answer him”. i gulped. She was right

Hey Tom! I'd love to go out for a coffee someday! I don't do much except being an extra so i'm mostly free!

“Oh no”, Iza looked up at me with a “are you kidding me face”. She took the phone away from me, even if i complained. “I don't do much except…. girl? Why did you tell him that? Now it seems like you don't have a real job”. I furrowed my eyebrows “but…. i don't have a real job”. Once again she gave me the face before scrolling down my phone “but he doesn't need to know that, it just a bit to much information on the first text that's all”. I let out a little “oh no” myself. He would think i'm desperate and weird and….. Pling. New notification

well, i would gladly like to take up that free time, does thursday sound okay?

“He asked me if i was free thursday”, i mumbled before repeating it louder. Iza clapped my back “way to go girl, me, your fairy godmother, is no longer needed”. I roll my eyes as i slap her playfully “who says you was ever needed”. She pretended to look offended as she turned on the television “okay, but i won't be coming over dusting your cheeks in fairydust when he gonna eat that ass like groceries”. My jaw dropped, a blush settling as I yelped “Iza?!”. She chuckled, satisfied at my reaction.

Thursday sounds great! Where should we meet?

I waited agonized for his reply as i kept catching myself biting my fingernails. I read the message over and over again, checking for grammar mistakes. 30 second passed, 40 second passed, 1 minute passed and…. pling

How about this, love, Maybe you can meet me on Set, so can i show you around. There is also a really nice coffee shop near my trailer we can go to.

He wanted me to meet him on set. On freaking set. Of course there was warning bills ringing in the back of my mind. “He's a show off, cocky even. He just wants to prove he has money, knows famous people and has a own trailer”.

Bloody hell, that came out super cocky.I just want to start spending time with you as fast as i'm off camera.

I knew he wasn't a show off. After all, he wasn't when you were younger now was he? He seemed to have succeed and made a place for himself… I just hoped he was humble about it.

That's, no joke, the nicest thing someone has ever told me!

I want to seem chilled, a little laid back, down to earth. I want to sound like this conversation wasn't making my heart beat the way it was.

Well then, expect me to tell you even more nice things in the future.

Was he flirting…. I sure hope he was. He said future, which means he expect you to keep seeing eachother again. He was practically expecting a second date. Wait, was this a date? No,nononono, This was just two old friends meeting up, right?

Well then, you might just be my knight in shining armor…

Flirting isn't exactly your specialty, but in your own opinion? You did pretty good. Proud of yourself you decide to let a confident smirk fall on top of your lips.

Well i'm honored to be a knight for someone like you, princess

The smile grew together with my familiar blush. This was going to be fun.

It was thursday… Yes that's right, thursday as in “the day i meet my childhood friend who got by the way super hot and rich and ripped”. Yep, that thursday. It was really hot outside, the way new york could get. The second i opened my eyes in my small apartment dorm, a few hair string was glued over my sweaty forehead. The duvet was damp and the sun, that peeked through the curtains was burning over my naked legs. Exhausted i sit up, trying to wake up my hair by ruffling it. It was seven hours until Tom quit filming. It was seven hours until i was going to met him again. Everything had to be perfect. The outfit had to be perfect. The makeup had to be perfect. I blew out a nervous breath as i got up on weak tired legs. I just had to wait 7 hours i guess.I walked up to the familiar building. It was two day since i was here the last time, since i was an extra… but now for completely different reasons. My spaghetti strapped yello dressed flew around in the wind and i was worried i would accidently flash my underwear. I hummed under my breath as i flung up the door. My eyes went back to the screen in my hand, wandering over the message Tom sent.Il meet you at the entry, okay?, loveAt this point i was so nervous i could barely breath. My legs felt like jelly under me as i supported myself against the closet wall. This little friendly meeting could either go really well or to hell and back. I was probably going to say something stupid, act like a complete idiot. It was one minute over 3. There was not as many people here as it was two days ago but i still just wanted to get out of here. I hated how many bodies was moving around me, giving me an extra look. I probably looked lost, standing there leaned next to the double door with nervous flickering eyes. This was a mistake… I should have stayed at home.

“Y/n”, all my previous thought was gone with the wind when i heard Toms voice. He was sprinting over, in a way reminding me of a child hearing the ice cream truck. He stopped in front of me, wiping his hands on his baby blue jeans. “hey”, i said breathless, taking in his handsome posture. He had a black t-shirt on that said in white letters “I'm not saying i'm spider-man, but nobody has ever seen me and spider-man in a room together. It hugged his muscles shamelessly just like his pants did. he looked different without his suit, less like an adorable boy and more like a 21-your old man.

“I like your shirt”, i mumbled carefully, making sure my voice didn't crack. He looked down his boys like he forgot which shirt he was wearing then looked up with a light blush growing. I made Tom holland blush. “I like your dress”, the thick british accent stilled surprised me even if i'm from England myself. Iv been in America for to long. I mimicked his earlier actions, looking down my dress before blushing. “So”, his arms suddenly wraps around my naked shoulders “i just have to have a little chat with the directors then its off to the cafe”. I nodded, trying not to shiver at the contact of his light aired strong arm thrown around me. He lead me from the crowd to another building, as he told me about he got the spider-man part. “It was actually quite odd”, he laughed for himself “they made me do a lot of weird things like pretending to be a dog’”. I chuckled, looking up at his face practically shining in the sun.

A lock escaped the prison of the thing layer of hair gel to fall down his face. Before i could really think about it I reach up to gently stroke the lock back to his ear. His eyes snap to mine as his pupils dilate. We are suddenly really close to each other, close enough for me to smell his breath dipped in peppermint. His lips looked really inviting, i couldn't lie. I really wanted to kiss him. Then he broke the spell as his eyes turned away from me. I let out the breath i didn't know i was holding. I almost freaking kissed Tom. I had to get my act together. But his arm is still around me, if not tighter, as we enter a new room. There's couches, two coffee tables and out washed yellow drapes next to the windows. There was two older men slumped down with their phones in the couch. One of them had blonde prince charming hair slicked over his head and a full grown darker beard covering his cheeks. He was dressed in….

”Captain america”, i say out loud, making both men look up at me. Fuck. Chris Evans eyes turn up at me. “Well i usually go after Chris”, he smiled, showing of a bright pair of teeth “Evans, Chris Evans “. I can't help but to blush out of embarrassment but still can't press away the smile threatening. “Y/l/n, y/n y/l/n”, I said with a dark voice, trying to sound like James bond only to fail miserly. But the guy seemed to still catch the reference as he point over to Tom “i like her”. The other guy had a well trimmed beard, a pair of colored glasses at the end of his nose tip and a great amount of hair for his age. He put out his vein popped hand pampered with two gold rings at me “Robert downey Jr, but you can call me Rob, dear”. I grab his hand, and pray to god its not sweaty. “That's a strong handshake you got there”, he shook it back one more time before dropping it. “Probably not stronger than Iron man”, i meant to whisper it but instead i say it in a perfectly hearebl tone. He don't mind, instead his eyes glimmering in a childish way. “Love”, Tom grab my attention by tapping my shoulder “I'm just going to talk to the directors for a minute, okay?”. I nodded, slightly disappointed when he let go off my shoulder. When Tom is gone, i consider just standing up or actually sitting down. I decide to sit down, hoping it might make the situation less awkward.

Chris puts down his phone in his lap “how do you know Tom”. I pull down my dress further down my thigh “Childhood friends, but we lost contact until i met him again as an extra on set”. Robert and Cris shares a look before Rob gives me a big honest smile “Oh, you're the infamous childhood friend? he wouldn't stop talking about you yesterday”. Chris nodded along Robs comment before impersonating Toms british accent “you should have seen her guys, she had her hair kinda up like this… and she just grabbed my mask and said my name, and oh she was super beautiful, i asked for her number! Cool right”. I bet my face is flushed red in a swollen blush as my mind repeats the compliment Chris said. Did Tom talk about me? Did Tom call me beautiful? “Oh”, i muttered but a smile still grow over my face “i get why you're an actor, that was a totally perfect impression of Tom”. Chris looks proud, his entire posture giving off a cocky vibe. “Come on”, Rob was leaning further into the conversation with rolling eyes “i can do a better one. Both me and Chris lean back, watching Rob go into character. “Guys”, his english accent is actually not all bad “y/n is…. i can't even describe her, she's bloody brilliant. We hugged, and her hair smelled like strawberry shampoo and she told me i smelled like nanas cookies…. and i love her so much!”. Rob joined Chris laugh but i was to gone to laugh. Did tom actually say that? I thought my blush was bad before but now it was lighting up the entire room. “Chris”, I had to change the subject before i would spill out about my crush on Tom “I'm sorry but Rob’s impression was better than yours”. Chris turned to me, pretending to look offended “What?! Oh, y/n, you were one of my favorites, you know”. I smile at his sarcasm and roll my eyes mostly for show.

Our conversation is interrupted by Tom entering the room again “Are you ready, love”. I nodded as i gave one last time to both of the men. “oh holland”, Rob opened a coca cola can i didn’t even notice he was holding “we were just telling Y/n about how you fangirled about her yesterday”. Tom look alike he is about to shrink through the floor in that moment. His hand reach up to rub his neck nervously. “Lets go”, i mumbles before getting on my tip toes. All the things Tom said about me rushed through my head. I angle my head slightly to the side as i leave a soft friendly peck at the side of Toms face. It was a bold move, a really bold move actually. But Tom was practicly shining out of proudness as he gave the men in front of us almost a “i told you so” look. His arm was back around my shoulder as he nodded to men before us “Gentlemen, now if you excuse me i have a date to attend”.

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