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the photoshoot: tom holland imagine
a/n | i got this idea from a facebook post i saw and ran with it! iâve never included a photo story in my writing so i hope i didnât botch it! my WIPs are all pretty angsty so i figured iâd fluff it up a little for yâall (also this gif amirite)
summary | you are picked for a social experiment: a couplesâ photoshoot where you donât meet the person youâre posing with until the beginning of the session.
tom x fem reader | contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff | word count: 2.1k | enjoy!
âMy god, just pick a dress, y/n. Weâve been here for hours.â
Your friend stood with her arms crossed as you studied yourself in the dressing room mirror, making faces of content then unrest, unsure if this dress was the one to go with- or if it couldâve been any of the last 15 youâd tried on.
âI canât decide, maybe I just need to go through them again-â
âNo!â your friend said, grabbing the pile of hanged clothes off of the hook on the wall and holding them out of your reach. âYouâre overthinking this, itâs just a photoshoot! You donât even know the guy! And the one you have on is obviously the best choice.â
You turned back to the mirror and stared at the starchy white fabric of the dress, its eyelet lace design making it a tight fit that accentuate your curves. You sighed in resignation. âFine. But if the pictures come out and I look like a ghost, Iâm blaming you.â
You took the outfit home and laid it out in preparation for tomorrow, kicking yourself for having signed up for this in the first place. After a long week, you only wanted to stay in your sweatpants in bed tomorrow instead of getting all dolled up to go take photos in cliche poses with a total stranger. You sent your friend a passive aggressive text about it, since she was the one who made you sign up for the âsocial experimentâ, and all you received back was an annoyingly curt âyouâll thank me laterâ. You threw your phone aside and went to bed early, crossing your fingers that tomorrow would go by as quickly as possible.Â
You arrived to the shoot location the next day- a vineyard an hour away that you got turned around twice trying to find. Once you stepped out of the car, the photographer came to greet you, a friendly woman in her mid thirties wearing all black and a massive camera swinging around her neck like an oversized necklace.
âAh, y/n, thank you so much for coming! It seems like your partner is running a little behind, so weâll just have to wait for a few,â she smiled bleakly, running away to ridicule one of the men setting up the reflective umbrellas.
âWe want to capture the people, not the sun, Nicholas.â
You leaned against your car already annoyed at your partner for failing to show up. You had woken up two hours early to curl your hair and do a full face of makeup, and this is how you get rewarded? You swore up and down that youâd smack your friend when you saw her later. The photographer, whose name you learned was Karenâtypicalâbrought you into a tangle of grapevines to test the lighting and shoot some practice photos. You were already horribly uncomfortable when it was just you standing alone, and couldnât imagine how much worse it would be when another clueless anti-model had to pose next to you.
âDoll, just put your hand on your hip, like this-
âWell no, not like thatâuh, Nicholas, can you go pose her?
âJust smile, dear. You look...really unhappy.â
It was nightmarish.Â
You were saved by the bell as another car pulled into the lot and a guy of average height wearing a crisp blazer stepped out, wearing the snobbiest looking pair of wayfarers youâd ever seen.Â
âOh, great! Tomâs here,â Karen cheered, happy to rush away from the agonizing one-on-one session youâd just had. You looked at Nicholas, trying again to fix the umbrella.
âTom?â you asked, and he just nodded.Â
âYeah, Tom Holland. Donât know how she managed to get an A-lister out here for this, but thatâs Karen,â he responded, walking away.
Wait, what?
Karen waltzed back over to you with him in tow, a smile plastered on her face so big you thought the one she flashed you earliest mustâve been entirely insincere.
âGreat! Here we are! y/n, this is Tom,â she said, pushing him forward to stand in front of you. He gave you a bright smile and stuck out his hand.
âPleasure to meet you, love.â
You shook his hand without speaking because you literally had forgotten how to breathe. This was your stranger? Youâd had the biggest, most incurable crush on Tom Holland since you were a teenager, and all of your social skills that youâd picked up as an adult had clearly just evaporated in the sun.
âUh, hi-â Karen and Tom shared a laugh at your starstruck expression. âSorry, do you two know each other?â
âYeah, Karen and I go way back,â Tom said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing her tight. âShe taught me how to model.â
âWell, itâs not hard when you have this face to work with!â She pinched Tomâs cheeks and grinned, then looked you up and down, reminding you with a glance how hard it had been just to get you to smile for the camera without looking deranged. Ouch, Karen.
âOkay, well, letâs get started then,â she skipped off back to the rows of vines lining the field and Tom ushered you with his hand. âAfter you,â he smiled.Â
You tried not to stumble over your heels stepping in the uneven earth below you, and Karen brought the camera up to her face with a squeal. âAlright, sweeties, letâs make the camera think youâre falling in love!â Karen, you decided, was an extremely over-the-top human. âThis is your meet cute. Youâre just seeing each other for the first time. Make it sparkle.â
That was all she gave you direction-wise, and you and Tom just stood staring at each other a few feet apart as the camera started clicking. The shade of your cheeks made it look like youâd just run a marathon and you just started giggling out of sheer nerve, making Tom start to work up a laugh, too.Â
âSheâs a bit much, isnât she?â he motioned with his eyes so Karen couldnât pick up on his comment.
âI donât even know what she wants me to do.â you said, concentrating on a bushel of grapes instead of Tomâs dreamy face because you were worried if you spent more than three seconds looking into his eyes, youâd pass out cold.
âWell Iâm basically a pro at this, so let me help you, okay?â he said, reaching out for your hand again. You took it as your heart did somersaults in your chest, and as he exclaimed âooh, nice nailsâ, you genuinely smiled, giving Karen exactly the shot she wanted.Â
Your hand was shaking, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. âWhy are you so nervous?â
âWhy wouldnât I be? Iâm absolutely clueless!â
Tom shrugged and looked off to the side. âWell, you said it, not me...â
You gasped and feigned offense, whipping your hand out of his. âHow dare you!â
He laughed and tried to take your hand again, but you dramatically swiped your arm out of his reach, and the camera picked up a series of shots that made it look like you and Tom were playing ninja.Â
âUh, what are we doinâ here, folks?â Karen questioned as you and Tom ran in circles around one another, him trying to get at your hands and you doing everything in your power not to let it happen. Your nerves melted away as the endorphins kicked in. Eventually Tom gave up and decided to grab hold of you, pick you up and twirl you around, in the chaos yelling âWe need to please the Karen!â. You were laughing and out of breath from running around, and you slowly lowered your head to his, the look in his eyes reading that he was about to kiss you...
âThat was amazing!â Karen squealed, shaking you from Tomâs mesmerizing stare, pushing the moment past you. Tom let you down to the ground, both of you shocked that heâd made such a bold move in the first place. He wiped his hands on the legs of his pants and cleared his throat as you fiddled with some of the curls that had come loose around your face. Karen couldnât be happier; the money shot came out looking like a magazine ad.
 Tom gave you a sheepish smile. âUh, sorry if that was too-â
âIt wasnât,â you batted your lashes at him and couldâve sworn his cheeks were tinted just as pink as yours.
Karenâs loud voice pitched in as you had ended up standing still, a photographerâs worst nightmare.
âOkay, so weâve met, now show me that chemistry!â she shouted, getting an eye roll from you and a snicker from Tom at your reaction.Â
âIs she expecting us to fall madly in love now that weâve known each other for more than five minutes?â you asked, fluffing out the skirt of your dress.
âWeirder things have happened,â Tom shrugged his shoulders and winked at you before turning around and walking towards a cluster of vines, picking off a grape and popping in his mouth with a satisfying crunch.
âOh, are we allowed to eat them? Iâm dying out here in the sun!â You followed his pattern and picked a few grapes out of the brambles, noticing a few rows away that there was a small table with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Tom followed your gaze to the alcohol and looked back at you, his expression reflecting exactly what you were thinking.
âCan I buy you a drink?â he smirked.
You collectively ignored Karenâs remarks as you wandered to the table and filled the glasses.
âAre we sure this is here for us?â you looked around skeptically.Â
âI have no idea, darling. Cheers.â
You sat down in the grass and clinked the flutes together, still unable to believe this was really happening to you. You and Tom started to talk about nothing, already feeling a thousand times more comfortable around each other, bonding over this shared weird experienceâand the fresh off-the-vine wine certainly didnât hesitate to calm your nerves.
As Tom was leaning closer to you, gaze notably flicking from your eyes to your lips, Karen snuck up to youâpretending to be a grape?âand snapped photos of your impromptu picnic.Â
âJust adorable,â she murmured, and you almost spilled your wine because of how startled you were. Damnit, Karen, you keep ruining the moment. But she didnât think twice about the interruption; she almost had tears in her eyes because of how perfect the shots were.
You both sat up and away from one another, feeling stiff now that a lens was pointed at you.
âWell, donât stop on my account!â she chortled, wholly unaware her debut was what killed the vibe.
Tom stood up and offered his hand to help you stand, not immediately letting it go as you wandered to a different part of the sunny vineyard. You pushed the photographer out of your mind as you chatted again, bumping each otherâs shoulders as you walked and not minding it a bit. Every time you saw a certain glint in Tomâs eyes, any moment he caught you looking, there couldâve been a spark there that ignited something more. But you were constantly interrupted by shutter clicks, yells at Nicholas, and annoying directing interjections by the appropriately-named Karen.
At one point, Tom had clearly had enough of the pestering, and took your hand, pulling you into an array of closely packed trees so you couldnât be found.Â
âWoah- what are you doing?â you asked, confused at the sudden change of scenery.
âGuys? Where did you go?â You heard a shrill voice coming from outside the trees, and Tom attempted to shush you by pulling you close into his body and covering half your face with his hand.Â
âShut up shut up shut-â
You heard Karenâs voice grow quieter as she searched in the opposite direction.
âTom!â you chuckled, prying his fingers off of your cheek. âYouâre going to smear my makeup!â
âItâs not like you need it, y/n,â he said without thinking, attention still focused on hiding.
Your whole face grew hot and you couldnât help but smile like a complete fool. When he looked down at your reaction, he noticed the weight in what heâd said, and made the cutest giggle youâd ever heard, trying to avert the focus from his compliment.
âSorry, I just couldnât handle another photo directive being shouted in my ear,â he breathed while pushing his hair back out of his eyes in some devilishly handsome way. You were still clutching the hand that had been on your face, and Tom looked down to interlock his fingers with yours.
âYou do know weâre at a photoshoot, right?â
He playfully shoved your shoulder with his free hand at your sassy comment.
âJust saying, I thought you were a pro-â
You heard the photographerâs voice come into the foreground again and you abruptly ran as fast as you could with heels on, still holding Tomâs hand as you trailed behind him. You found yourselves in an even more tightly packed bramble of trees, facing each other with barely a grapevineâs width between you.Â
âOh, you have a stick in your hair,â you whispered, reaching up to pick a tiny branch out of his curls. As you looked from his hair to his eyes, he was staring deeply into yours, prompting you to leave your hand resting at the back of his neck.Â
Wordlessly, he leaned in and kissed you in one fell swoop, and you thought you might implode on the spot when his lips came in contact with your own. He tasted like cologne and crisp grape juice and it was a mixture of scents you hoped would never leave your noseâjust the way he kissed you so sweetly made you want to bathe in the stuff.
When he pulled back, he brought your intertwined fingers up to cup your cheek, and you let your hand rest on the back of his as you tilted your head to instigate another kiss, still enjoyably dizzied from the one before.Â
Tom let his mouth linger over yours after another long kiss before coming up for air again, and you could see his eyes wrinkling at the corners, knowing he was smiling without being able to see the rest of his face.
âYou know, I was hesitant to do the whole âstranger photoshootâ thing, but now Iâm pretty happy I was able to be convinced.â He sighed contently.
âThis was more of a stranger hide-and-go-seek than a photoshoot, I feel like,â you spoke from your lighthearted chest in airy breaths and moved to lock lips again, unable to get enough of your stranger. He put his hand on the small of your back and leaned you backward, deepening the already electric hold he had on you.
âI donât want you to be a stranger anymore, darling,â he mumbled against you, sending vibrations through you with his voice. You just whispered a soft âokayâ, lost for words, as his mouth touched your cheek, your jaw, and then back to your lips for more of your wine-infused kisses. You were wishing this moment could last forever, Tom holding you and sending shivers down your spine, right as you heard a click and saw the bright white flash of a bulb.Â
âJesus, Karen!â
But she didnât care that you were mad; her experiment had worked, sheâd gotten her strangers togetherâand just look at that shot.
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A pictorial Tomdaya story, featuring Zendaya, Tom Holland, and the return of the Tomdaya shoes!
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Almost (Tom Holland)
Prompt: âit´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost usâ AU (bonus: âi know that itâs two in the morning and iâm dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldnât stop thinking about you also can i come in itâs freezing out hereâ)
Warning/s: angst, breakup, language, tom holland
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Tom Holland
A/N: i spent too much time dwelling on the memories i had with a garbage ex boyfriend and i just wanted to take it all out here so here have this (also i couldnt stop thinking about the post-breakup auâs so i just had to ok)Â
Tomâs heart was beyond broken.Â
He faked all his smiles during the pictorial with the newlyweds and his relatives. He faked all his laughs when his cousins told him the corniest jokes. He faked his whole personality for this night, so no one would see how affected he felt. So no one would see how broken his heart still is.Â
The party was going really well. His cousins along with some of his brothers were drinking so much in the open bar. His aunts and uncles were dancing in the dance floor to a song that vaguely sounded like a sex song. The bride and the groom were nowhere to be found. It was a night no one was gonna remember in about two daysâ time.Â
Tom sat in his table with Harrison, who passed out about an hour ago. He told him that he should get home if he was feeling tired, but Harrison insisted that he stayed as long as Tom wants to. Time was ticking closer to 1 AM, and Tom made no plans on leaving until heâs got you off his mind.Â
Tomâs chest clenches painfully at the thought of you.
Itâs been 4 months since you last saw each other. 4 months since he said he wanted to break up with you. Itâs probably the alcohol in his system but he doesnât remember why he broke up with you. Why would he break up with you? You were so perfect. The perfect girlfriend anyone could wish for. And Tom just decided to throw it all away, just because of some stupid reason that he canât even fucking remember.Â
Tom downed the beer in his hand, his tongue and throat wanting to deny the liquor but his mind forcing him to swallow it all. Alcohol isnât exactly the best remedy for broken hearts, but Tom has no other remedy to turn to. No one gave him a list of instructions on how to move on from an ex-girlfriend.Â
Ex-girlfriend. Fuck, that hurt.Â
Tom slammed the beer bottle onto the table, startling Harrison awake.Â
âWhassamatter?â he asked in a frantic tone, briefly sitting up and looking around.Â
Tom let out a frustrated huff as he loosened the tie from around his collar. Harrison looked at him with his eyes half-opened before resting his head back onto the table. He immediately started snoring.Â
The song in the dance floor turned from upbeat to a slow one. Immediately the mood of the dance floor changed. Some people went back to their seats, either taking a break from dancing or turned off by the sudden change of genre. The majority of the people that stayed behind the dance floor were couples.Â
Tom nibbled on the inside of his bottom lip. For a moment, he sees himself in that dance floor, holding you close into his arms, swaying along to the slow beat and melody of the song. Youâre resting your cheek against his chest and his hands rest against your waist. Both of your hearts were beating in sync. There was no place Tom would rather be.Â
Fuck.Â
Tears blurred Tomâs vision and they soon dripped down onto his cheeks. He looked away from the dance floor and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. He suddenly didnât want to be here anymore. He wanted to leave the place as soon as possible.Â
âHarrison, get up. Get up, mate, weâre going home.â Tom frantically shook his best friendâs shoulder. Harrison grumbled as he slowly lifted up his head from the table, his eyes squinted. âWhu - ?â
âGive me your keys, mate. Weâre going home.âÂ
Harrison let out a tired groan before getting his car keys out from his back pocket. Tom took them, then grabbed Harrisonâs arm to get out.Â
âWhat time is it?â Harrison groggily asked, yawning after. Tom didnât answer him as he hoisted his whole weight onto his back and walked out of the function hall and out of the hotel building.Â
It took a while finding Harrisonâs car, especially when heâs literally carrying him. But he managed to find it and forced Harrison into the back of his car.Â
âTom, what time is it?â Harrison asked again, sounding aggressively drunk. âJust sleep, Haz. Youâll feel better in the morning.â Tom hastily replied as he drove away from the building. Harrison seemed to have found his response good enough for him; he immediately began snoring.Â
Sending a text to his parents and to his brothers that heâs with Harrison, he turns up the volume of the car radio to drown out his thoughts and his best friendâs loud snoring.Â
The drive to Tomâs house wasnât long, just 10 minutes. It was probably because he was going past the speed limit. When they arrived, Tom had to hoist Harrison up his back again to drag him into the house.Â
He let him on his couch, Harrison landing in a soft grunt and a satisfied sigh. Tom left him there, going up to his room and taking off his blazer. He hastily threw it on his bed and began working with untying his tie.
âFucking god,â he swore under his breath when the tie refused to untie. When he struggled for about a minute, Tom just gave up and threw himself onto his bed, still in his formal wear.
Tom tightly closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of his pillow. He opened his eyes again, his eyes landing on the ceiling.Â
Everything in his room reminded him of you. It used to smell like you for a week after he broke up with you. Now the only thing that smells like you is his bed. The pillows, the sheets, the blanket, it all smelled like you. You smelled like home, and Tom wants nothing more than to go back home.Â
To go back to you.
You were a comforting thought to him. Whenever heâs away filming in Atlanta or promoting a movie in another country, he gets through the rough day with just the thought of you. You always texted him throughout the day, asking him how heâs currently holding up or if an interviewer asked a nasty question about him or about something he deeply cared about. Then at the end of the day, youâd call him, your voice like a choir of heavenâs best angels to him. The hard day heâs had would immediately be worth it for him, because heâs got someone special to him supporting him back at home.Â
He glanced at his bedside table. Beside a few bottles of perfume was a small, velvet box. Tom took it into his hands, slowly opening it to reveal an engagement ring. He didnât want to go all out for the ring when he bought it. He knew you didnât want anything over the top.Â
He almost proposed to you. But his brain just decided to shut down for an hour and he broke up with you. You almost wore a white dress and a long white veil and he almost shared his first dance with you as a married couple.
Almost.
He held the tiny box close to his chest, hot tears forming in his eyes. Heâs drunk and he misses you. He misses you so much. He hadnât had any good sleep in 4 months because his bed still smells like you and all he can think about is how warm you used to feel. He canât get you out of his mind.Â
Heâs still hurting. God, heâs still hurting over you.Â
Tom stood up from his bed, taking Harrisonâs car keys and stuffing the velvet box into his pocket before running out of the door.Â
It was 2 in the morning when you heard someone knock on your door. It was frantic and urgent. You were awake listening to podcasts and drinking whiskey. If someone gave a shit about your well-being, it wasnât you. You turned off your phone, looking at your reflection on the screen.Â
You looked horrible. You havenât had enough sleep these past months. Your way of coping with it was drinking it away until youâre passed out on the couch like some middle-aged white man. You donât remember the last time you fell asleep on your bed. You just stopped walking to your bedroom because your pillows smell like -
The knocking increasingly got louder.
You donât care about how you look right now, but if any of your friends were out there, youâd have to at least look a little sober and not like youâve been trying to get over your ex-boyfriend through corny podcasts and whiskey.
The thought of Tom made you sigh. 4 months have passed and heâs the reason why you canât sleep right. Nothing interesting has happened since he left you. You realized how empty your life could be when heâs not around. He always makes you feel like your life isnât as boring as you perceived it to be. Now that he was gone, the days somehow became shorter and the nights edged on longer.Â
You shook your head when you heard the knocks again. You tied your hair up in a more proper-looking pony tail and made sure the dark circles underneath your eyes werenât as prominent as you think they are. You pulled on your sweater and stood up from the couch, trudging over to the front door.Â
You werenât prepared to see the person you last wanted to see when you opened it.Â
It was Tom. You winced at how terrible he looked. His eyes were red from crying. His hair resembled a birdâs nest. For some reason, he was wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of black pants. What was he doing wearing that?
âTom?â you said, barely above a whisper. You felt your stomach flutter with hope. All you wanted to do was to hold him close to you, and everything would be alright, even if itâs just for a little bit.Â
Tomâs eyes flickered. âHi,â he shyly said to you.Â
âWh - whatâre you doing here?âÂ
Tom looked anywhere but at you. âI - s - sorry if Iâm intruding you or something. I know itâs like, 2 AM and I - I -â he chuckled to himself as he gestured to his outfit, âIâm dressed a bit formal to be this miserable at your front door. And um, c - can I come in? Itâs really cold out here.âÂ
You slowly nodded, too stunned to speak. You stepped aside so he could get inside. Once he was inside, he stood beside the coat hanger, looking around the house and probably looking for any differences in the interior. Despite your depression, you managed to keep the house clean. Actually, cleaning was one of your ways of dealing with your heartbreak. It felt meditative to you.
Tom stood awkwardly, his hands behind his back, his teeth nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip, his eyes never falling on you. You were beyond confused with him right now. But you gathered up enough guts within you to speak up to him.
âWhatâre you doing here, Tom?â you asked again, but you sounded more firm and stern about it. Tom looked at you with wide eyes, as if asking you to repeat what you just said.Â
âWhatâre you doing here? After leaving me 4 months ago?âÂ
You struggled to keep your voice on level. You didnât want to yell at him.Â
âYou were so keen on staying away from my life 4 months ago and now youâre here looking like youâre ready for a funeral at 2 in the morning. Whatâs up with that, Tom?â Your voice cracked when you said his name. You never got closure, and it hurt that you were about to get it 4 months late.
Tom looked so guilty. He looked worse than you probably do, but it was hard to pinpoint that at first glance. Heâs wearing a dress shirt and some pants. Itâs hard to see someone acting miserable when theyâre wearing something fancy.
âI -â He cut himself off from speaking up, putting a hand to his chest and breathing in and out to calm himself down. His eyes were starting to water. âAfter whatever stupid excuse I said to you, you might not believe what Iâm about to say to you.â he started, stepping close to you. You backed away subconsciously.
âI miss you so much. I miss having you around. I miss the feeling of being able to know that I have someone to come back home to. Nothing is as easy as it used to be when we were together. I keep on checking my messages to see if youâve texted me whenever Iâm away, asking me if Iâm okay or if an interviewer pissed me off. I keep on expecting a call from you whenever Iâm on a break or Iâm done for a day of interviews. Hell, I keep on messing up my Chinese takeout order because I keep on ordering your favorite. Iâm so used to having someone - to having you around my life that itâs so unusual for me to keep on doing stuff with just myself.Â
âYou were a part of my life and I ripped you off the picture. You were a piece of my heart that I thought I didnât need. I didnât know what would happen to me, because I was a stupid fucking moron to realize youâre important to me. Iâm in love with you. I still am. I really, really am. And I want you to know that, even if itâs hard for you to believe me at this point.âÂ
At the end of his confession, he was in tears. And so were you. You felt your heart constrict at the sound of his sob. He looked so wrecked, but heâs so beautiful. Heâs as beautiful as his words, and you couldnât think of why he would be otherwise.
Unable to hold yourself back, you launch yourself into his arms. Your lips connected with his and he didnât hesitate to kiss back. His arms wrap around your waist and yours wrap around his neck, pulling each other impossibly closer. Although you wanted to stay in this position longer, kissing him as if youâre a man deprived of food, you were out of breath. You both pulled away, breathing heavily.
Tom didnât want to let you go, hugging you so tight he mightâve broken some of your ribs. But you didnât argue as you hugged him just as tight. He rests his head against your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your hair and choking back a sob. You carefully cradled his face in your hands, afraid youâll break his face if you didnât handle it like it was made of glass.
âI love you,â you whispered against his soft skin, showering his tear-stained cheeks with kisses. Tom sniffed as he wiped away the tears running down your cheeks with his thumbs. âI love you too,â Tom replied.
Together, you stayed in each otherâs arms the entire night, afraid of letting go, afraid something might happen if one of you does. Tom lets his kisses tell you that heâs never going to leave you again, and that heâll always love you.
Youâve never slept so good in so long.
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Vanity Fair has four different covers each spotlighting the main cast of Avengers: Infinity War with Falcon (Anthony Mackie), Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr.), Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson), Thor (Chris Hemsworth), Black Panther (Chadwick Boseman), Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen), Hulk (Mark Ruffalo), Ant-Man (Paul Rudd), Vision (Paul Bettany), Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner), War Machine (Don Cheadle), Captain America (Chris Evans), The Wasp (Evangeline Lilly); and finally Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow), Spider-Man (Tom Holland), Star-Lord (Chris Pratt), and Dr. Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch).
The magazine also has this nice pictorial that includes some of the supporting characters from the upcoming Marvel blockbuster.
Avengers: Infinity War opens in theaters 05/04/18
Avengers: Infinity War Covers Vanity Fair, First Official Look At The Cast Vanity Fair has four different covers each spotlighting the main cast of Avengers: Infinity War with Falcon (Anthony Mackie), Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr.), Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson), Thor (Chris Hemsworth), Black Panther (Chadwick Boseman), Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen), Hulk (Mark Ruffalo), Ant-Man (Paul Rudd), Vision (Paul Bettany), Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner), War Machine (Don Cheadle), Captain America (Chris Evans), The Wasp (Evangeline Lilly); and finally Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow), Spider-Man (Tom Holland), Star-Lord (Chris Pratt), and Dr.
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