Tom Holland and Reader (explicit version)

Part 1 and 2 from IG

A fanfic for my lovely followers!

You recently befriend Tom on the set of a movie and the two of you set out on a walk to get coffee.

"But do you die in Infinity War?"

"Stop asking that! You know I can't keep secrets!"

"Oh no! You definitely die! Tom, you know I can't handle watching you die, or almost die, in movies! You're my friend, it hurts too much!"

"Well, I'm sorry darling, but that's basically all the movies I star in."

"Such a curse of being an amazing actor, I guess..." you regret it as soon as you say it.

"Aha! So you admit that I'm an amazing actor!" He says strutting with a purposeful, playful cockiness.

"Oh shut up," you say, rosy cheeked and gently shoving him away by his bicep. He chuckles as he stumbles a little off balance. Whoops. That was a mistake. Grabbing his bicep was completely the wrong move because know you're blushing even harder and when he stops chuckling he notices. You are caught once again.

"It's okay, y/n, don't be embarrassed- I get that reaction all the time!" He says with a wink that secretly makes you weak but you hide it better this time.

"Oh stop!" You say rolling your eyes in fake annoyance but the grin you can't wipe off your face gives you away.

You reach the door of the coffee shop and Tom opens it for you, ever the gentleman. You both order and sit at a table by the window.

The two of you started talking about the movie that you're both working on as a small-talk crutch that your friendship has been leaning on. But it soon devolves into your personal lives. Tom talks about his time as Billy Elliot, the subsequent bullying he faced in school, his family- which he shows you pictures of because he loves them so much. His face lights up, beaming so bright with the purest joy when he talks about Tessa- that you have to look down at your hands for a little to keep from gushing. You tell him about your childhood, how you got to where you are, some of the hardships you faced along the way. When you start talking about some of your passions you can feel yourself start to get a little over zealous. You sit up in your chair from the casual slouch, your face in a permanent grin, you start talking faster and faster and you can't help it. Finally, you force yourself to slow down, "Sorry, I'm talking too much, I just get carried away when I talk about my passions..."

"No, no, no! Don't apologize!" He says reaching across the table, his fingertips graze yours but he quickly retracts, unsure if he crossed a boundary. "I love that you are so passionate! Passions are what make us unique. I totally understand where you are coming from." His puppy dog eyes, and sweet innocent smile are melting your heart so much it almost hurts.

"It's getting late," you say looking at the time on your phone. "I should really get going..." You gather yourself and get up to leave. As you're walking away, "Wait! Y/n! Harrison and I are throwing a party next Friday. I would really love to see you there!"

"Okay," You say faking casual, "I'll see if I can make it."

There's no way you're not going to be there.