angel cake ♡ tom holland/sebastian stan/chris evans oneshots

Director // Tom Holland

QUICK A/N

so this one is first person because I really like how it sounds when it's first, but only in this chapter, and I'll probably be going back to second person in the next, don't worry, plus this is only short sooo...

and also, this is SUPER unrealistic - like i'd have the fuckin courage

enjoy, loves

viv x

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   "Cut! Cut, cut, cut." I yelled, uncrossing my legs in my fancy director's chair with my name on it and rising, walking over to the set where Tom Holland was dramatically showering. We were filming late, again, and I was tired, and pretty lonely. None of the producers were here, or anyone really, just the camera people and the sound/lighting guys. And, of course, Tom and I. This scene was the second to last, we were shooting (it's actually the first scene) where he's just broodingly showering and shit like that, you know the drill, after his girlfriend broke up with him (hi, yes, that's me - I'm a director AND an actress in this, so like every single dream of mine coming true). I loved that scene more than I can explain - mainly because I got to see almost everything, so naturally I took a very long time getting it utterly perfect.

   "Jesus Christ, y/n," Tom said, turning to me and grabbing the towel closest to him and wrapping it around his waist, propping his hands on his hips, "How badly can I be showering? I thought this was just an EASY one." I stood closer to him, looking over the top of my sunglasses at him. I was wearing a black turtleneck, black jeans, a black bomber jacket, black boots and black sunglasses, because Goddammit I love dressing like a stereotypical director.

   "Think again. It honestly isn't that difficult."

   "Yeah, you try taking on all the advice you give and showering ATTRACTIVELY. Who can do that?"

   "Uh, me." He raised his eyebrow at me, both of us trying not to be the first to laugh. It was always like this.

   "Prove it."

   "You've got to-"

   "No, seriously, if you can do it, do it." I shrugged cockily.

   "My pleasure." I turned on my heel, then once I was off the set, kicked my shoes off, peeled my jacket off and put my glasses on the table. The crew started whispering and I sighed, then tugged off my top and my jeans, shooing Tom off the set.

   "Yo, Jeremy, film this so everyone can see how well I schooled this bitch." I grinned, raising my eyebrow at Tom and ignoring the amount of glances I got. I flicked the water on, let it run for a while, then posed casually, head hanging down and eyes open through the water while I rubbed my forehead, then tipped my head back. I turned to the side and wrung my hair out, then grabbed a towel and walked dramatically off while I wrapped it around me.

   "And that's how it's done."