Tom Holland Imagines

Comic Book Meetings

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Request: So I know you're not taking requests right now, but this is more of just like...a suggestion? Like, if you're into it you should totally do it. But I thought about what if you first met Tom working in a comicbook store like Midtown Comics in New York or something and he came in looking for source materials for Homecoming and Infinity War?

Summary: You meet Tom when he comes into your store for source material

The afternoon was ticking by slowly and you kept checking your watch, ready to clock out for lunch. You still had a solid half hour left until you were allowed to go but that didn't stop you from trying to will the time to tick faster.

You found yourself going down one of the aisles and adjusting some of the comics. None of them were really out of place but they could use some straightening, anything to keep your mind occupied. However, straightening graphic novels wouldn't be holding your attention much longer.

The door opened and a bell went off, signaling someone was entering. You barely looked up, saying your greeting but didn't actually pay attention before looking back to what you were straightening, that was, until it registered. Your head shot back up and Tom Holland was walking towards you. His hands were his pockets and a blue hat sat covering most of his curls. He somehow looked better in person.

"Hey," He greets with a cheery smile. "I was looking for some source material, any way you could help?"

"Uh," Your mouth ran dry as you stared at him but you caught yourself. "Yeah, yeah. What're you looking for?"

"Oh, thanks." He smiles wide and you could swear your heart nearly exploded. "We start the new film soon and I wanted to reread some of the comics."

"Right, right." You nod and have him follow you to where you kept the Spider-Man comics, assuming that's the film he was talking about. "Do you...do you know anything about the film? Or are you just starting from issue 1 of the Amazing Spider-Man? Or?"

"Pretty much." Tom chuckles and rubs the back of his head. "Not lettin' me read the script."

You can't help but laugh and Tom looks at you with what should be offended eyes but he can't seem to find it in him. "I'm sorry." You say. "It's just ironic that it's your film and you can't read the script yet."

"I know!" Tom tosses his hands out. "I don't know why!" He says but immediately catches himself. "I mean, I do but it's different!"

"Didn't you leak like four secrets?" You shift your weight to one of your feet, your nervousness for talking to him evaporating.

His mouth opens as if he were going to counter it but instead, he nods and points out his finger. "It wasn't that bad."

"Sure, it wasn't." You let out another laugh and turn back to the comics.

"Well, they didn't fire me." Tom gives you a satisfied smile.

"That's a fair point." You look back to him and he's just the cutest and most endearing person you've ever met. "Right, so, here you go." You extend your hand and show off the covers.

"Thank you...I didn't get your name." His brows furrow while a soft pink hue covers his cheeks.

"Oh, yeah, right, it's y/n."

"Well, thank you, y/n. It's nice meeting you."

"You, too." You blush and look to the floor. "If, if you need any help, just let me know."

"Will do, thanks." He bites his lip as he watches you walk away, you casually wanting to die.

Tom though, he's a talker even when he's looking for whatever he needs. So, every few minutes, he'd pipe up about one thing or another. He asked if you liked your job and when you were happy to say you did, he lit right up. His question was followed by if you were a DC or a Marvel fan.

You happily smirked and said, "If I say DC will you go on a rant?"

"You can not think DC is better than Marvel!?" Tom's eyes widened and he stared at you as you were behind the counter.

"Maybe I do." You chuckled and watched him shake his head.

"I thought you were cool." He says, very clearly acting to be disappointed. "But you're quite lame.'

"You're the one looking at comic books for source material and I didn't say DC was my choice." You give him a teasing, toothy smile and he nods.

"Alright, but I'm Spider-Man, so."

"Alright, alright, you win." You put your hands up in surrender.

"Y/n." Your boss says as he walks out from the backroom. "You can take your lunch." He nods to you and you nod back.

"Thanks."

You're not as relieved as you should be. If you take your break, you'll miss out on Tom but if you don't take it now, you won't get it and then you'll be starving. It sucked, but you needed some food. You go into the backroom and clock out, grabbing your wallet, ready to head to somewhere down the block to grab something quick and make it back. But, when you got out to the front of the store, Tom was paying for a few of his comics. He sent you a smile when he caught a glimpse of you. You smiled back and nodded at your boss.

"Nice meeting you." You say to Tom and he's quick to speak up before you walk out.

"I hope to see you again. You're not quitting anytime soon, are you?"

"Of course not." You shake your head as you feel heat rise to your face.

"I'll have to come in here more when I'm in town." Tom sends you one last smirk before turning back to the register, you flustered but completely over the moon. A perfect way to end your morning.