Credit to the owner, I think this is very cute
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11143533?view_adult=true#work_endnotes
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You're sitting at the small table in your trailer eating quite possibly the biggest bowl of cereal to ever exist when you hear a soft knock on the door. A small portable TV is on in the corner and you're only half paying attention to the cartoon on the bright screen.
"Come in," you call, as you scoop some more of the sugary treat onto your spoon. You'd been off set for about an hour now, and were just hanging around until Zendaya was done so you could go over to her place.
Your heart skips a beat when Tom walks through the open door and gives you a small wave.
"Hey, (Y/N)," he says quietly.
You've never regretted anything more than the gigantic mouthful you'd just shoved into your mouth before you realised it was him. You attempt to say hello but only a small muffled sound escapes.
He looks around awkwardly as you swallow down hard and try not to choke to death.
"Sorry!" you cough out, "Bad timing. Take a seat anywhere."
He shuffles over and seats himself at the small couch across from you.
"So...what can I help you with?" you ask, placing your bowl to the side.
You're surprised that he's here. You had met him on multiple occasions, but – to put it lightly – you two hadn't really clicked.
When you had found out that your friend, Zendaya (you had known Z for years), had gotten you a gig in the new Spider-man movie you were stoked. Spider-man! You hadn't told anyone that you were even more excited that the titular character was being played by a gorgeous Brit. From everything Z had told you about him you assumed you guys would hit it off, but from the moment you guys were introduced the first day on set he seemed like he wasn't really there and that he had no interest in you at all. You thought maybe he was just shy, or a little cold, but after seeing him getting along so well with everyone else you realised it was actually something about you that he didn't like. Every time you said hi or smiled in his direction he looked the other way, and he seemed to completely avoid you. In fact, a few times you'd seen him walk out of the room immediately after seeing you walk in. It made it worse that all everyone – including Z – could talk about was how amazing he was. Also, that (even with all of this) you still found yourself staring at his perfectly sculpted face every now or then, or eavesdropping just to hear that cute accent. You'd started to really dislike the guy, and figured that he must basically hate you if he was so out rightly rude - so...what on earth was he doing in your trailer?
He's looking around, gaze lingering on certain knick-knacks you'd placed around to make it feel more "home-y". I didn't know (Y/N) likes video games, he thinks, eyeing the collection next to the small TV. He smiles when he sees you're watching one of his favourite cartoon. His smile fades when he looks back over and sees you with a confused face, waiting for an answer.
"Sorry, did you ask something?" he asks meekly.
"Yeah, I was uh..." you scratch the back of your neck, "...just wondering what you're doing here?"
His face turns a little red and he looks away sheepishly.
"Oh God, sorry. That sounded so rude! I'm just a little surprised that you're here," you clarify.
