Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Request: oh oh tom having a huge crush on a girl on set who's shy af and since hes not, he's always chatting her up, tryna get her out of her shell and all but as the relationship progresses and he takes her out (but he's not sure she knows it's a date) at the end she just kisses him and he's shook cause he was terrified to make the first move lol
Summary: Instead of Tom sweeping you off your feet like he planned, you're the one sweeping him off his
This was your first ever film so you were pumped as hell. This was your dream and you were finally living it. However, you were also extremely nervous. Tom Holland was your co-star. Truthfully you were just nervous to be acting beside someone Marvel deemed worthy enough to be the MCU Spider-man. To top that, you were already a pretty shy person. This film was going to test your adaptability.
And it did.
You were able to do scene after scene with little nerves despite your character actually talking quite a bit. It was between takes that your shyness took over. You'd usually grab some food from the catering table and then go back to your trailer. You didn't really mind. It was Tom that did.
With you always going right back to your trailer, he assumed you weren't taking to him well. So, he came up with the bright idea to have Harrison talk to you while he wrapped up a scene. A knock on your trailer door pulled you away from Netflix. Harrison stood at the end of your steps with a warm smile and two coffees. You invited him in and he took a seat at the table while you sat opposite of him. The room fell quiet as you fiddled with the sleeve on your coffee, wondering why Harrison was coming by. You knew he was Tom's friend but neither of you actually spoke to one another before.
"So," Harrison began after taking a sip of his coffee. " You've been great on set."
You blush in response. "Thanks." You mumble almost too quiet for Harrison to hear you.
"Of course. " Harrison sends you a wide smile. "But hey, why are you always in here? I mean the rest of us all chill at the tables. You alright?" His brows furrow with the question.
"Oh...yeah..." You look to the table with shining red cheeks. "I just, uh ya know?" You stammer. Saying that you're shy out loud always seemed embarrassing to you.
"You're really shy, huh?" Harrison gives you an understanding chuckle. You purse your lips and nod. "Well, that's alright, mate. Tom will be relieved." You quirk a questioning brow at him with another sip of your coffee. "Oh, yeah, not that I didn't want to get to know you, because I did, but Tom thought you just didn't like him and that's why you spend so much time by yourself."
"No," You giggle. "I don't know him well enough." Your voice remains quiet but the red hue starts to turn to just a pink tint. "I just don't talk much unless I know someone."
"All good." Harrison nods. "Well, just so you know, I'll be telling him that and then he'll probably never stop talking to you. So, you'll be able to be as quiet as you want." Harrison's sarcasm drenches his words.
"Does, uh, he talk a lot?" You ask.
"Never shuts up." Harrison rolls his eyes as he places his hands on the table and gets up. "Well, he should be about done and I should get back out there. On a serious note though, do you mind if he comes to talk to you? It's fine if you want to relax away from everyone."
You shake your head. " No, it's fine. I, uh, can't promise I'll be good conversation but he can come by anyway. I don't have to be in makeup for another hour."
Harrison nods before leaving you to go back to your show but it wasn't long before there was another knock on your door. You jumped with the sound as your heart sped up and your hands grew clammy. You knew it had to be Tom. You were shy enough as it was but Tom made you all the more nervous, likely because he had such a good reputation and he's quite nice to look at.
"Hey." Tom greets once you open your trailer door.
"Hi." You give him a shy smile and allow him inside.
"Am I interrupting anything?" The question was sincere but light-hearted. You shake your head as you both take seats on the couch, you on one end and Tom on the other, plenty of space between the two of you. "How are you liking being onset? It's your first film, yeah?"
"Oh, yeah." You push a strand of hair behind year ear. "It's been great."
"I'm happy you're having fun." Tom smiled. "So, Harrison said you're just really shy? I really thought you just kind of found me annoying especially with how quick you tend to rush off set after we wrap." He chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Yeah..." Your voice is fragile with the word as your cheeks start to burn red. "I don't think you're annoying." You bite your lip with a smile.
Tom's brows raise quickly. "No?" He breathes out with relief. "Thank fuck, don't know what I'd do if you did."
You quirk a brow with curiosity. "Why's that?"
"Well, we are doing this movie and we'll have press after so you're gonna have to deal with me a lot." His words are almost sarcastic, as if he were trying to play off his own nerves.
"That's alright." Your smile remains steady and he beams at you.
Before you know it, he's off talking about anything and everything. You answer questions that he asks but it is mostly him talking. Harrison was right, he never stops talking but you don't mind. He's entertaining, especially since he's an illustrative talker. He tells an entire story with his hands alone. It's actually quite adorable and endearing.
This soon became a routine. You'd wrap scenes, get food from catering, go back to your trailer and Tom would come by when he could. There were times when he'd be wrapped the same time as you and would have a little time until he was needed for his next scene so he actually walked with you. You were still shy around him, mostly talking when he asked you a question or when you really wanted to say something but you were growing comfortable with him. He was funny and kind and such a chatterbox. But, you enjoyed his company. It was nice to have him talking instead of always listening to music or always watching Netflix alone.
Now, you're going into the second month of filming and you've just wrapped your last scene for the day but before you could go off, Tom was pulling you to the side.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" He asks, fiddling with his thumb.
"Uh, no?" You raise an eyebrow.
"I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me? Tonight?"
Your eyes widened with the question. "T-tonight?" You ask with a shaky voice.
"Yeah," Tom chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "If you don't want to," He extends his hand. "'Tis alright, but I've been wanting to ask."
"Oh, no." You shake your head quickly. "I-I do, uh, it's just, isn't it gonna be late when you get off?"
"Nah," Tom shakes his head. "Early day, be off by six and can pick you up 'round seven, yeah?"
You push a strand of hair behind your ear as you nod. "Okay."
"Really?" Tom's teeth show with his wide smile. "Cool, okay, yeah, awesome. I'll see you then." He bites his lip, not succeeding in hiding his excitement.
Tom was a huge ball of excitement and nerves as he finished up his day of filming. He never stopped talking to Harrison about how he didn't think you'd actually agree to go out with him since you still didn't talk much, you just always listened. By the time it was time for Tom to pick you, Harrison could basically mouth whatever Tom was going to say about you. Tom just ran himself in circles, repeating himself and not even realizing it. The excitement that flowed through him was astounding.
Tom came to your hotel and he was dressed in nice dress slacks with a matching suit jacket and a white undershirt while you had a black dress, not too long and not too short. Without knowing what each other was going to wear, you ended up matching. Tom, of course, pointed it out which granted him a giggle from you.
Tom allowed you to pick the music for the short drive to the restaurant he had picked and while the car filled with the music, it also contained bits of Tom talking and his thumbs tapping nervously on the steering wheel. But, you weren't even really paying attention to anything but his voice and how nice a the deep navy complimented his pale skin. He managed to, somehow, look even more attractive.
When you got to the restaurant, Tom had you wait so he could open your door for you and then locked his arm with yours to lead you into the restaurant. You took your seats and you couldn't help but noticed the flushed tint on Tom's cheeks. It was odd to see him nervous. All he ever did was talk, you never thought he even knew what nervous was. But, he was.
He didn't want to talk too much and overpower you, this was a date. It was different than hanging out in your trailer. And he wanted to make sure you were having fun and this was his chance. If it didn't go well now, then it wouldn't go anywhere at all but he couldn't act like he was trying too hard. Then, there was how he'd leave you. He knew he'd want to make a move, try and kiss you by the end of the night, but he wasn't sure of your boundaries and he'd never want to overstep and make you uncomfortable. But, he also didn't want to disappoint you in case you were expecting him to kiss him. Tom was internally freaking out and just trying to the 'fake it till you make it' game.
As the date went on, you found yourself falling more for him. He was different from other people you met, charming and yet an absolute dork which made him funny. You still didn't talk much but that was mostly due to you being caught up in just being out with him. You were getting there with him. But, Tom was talking a mile a minute, the date coming to an end and him starting to think maybe you weren't that into him. If you were, you'd be talking more but he really wasn't sure. You were completely unreadable.
Now, it's the end of your date and you're standing outside your hotel room, Tom's hands are in his pockets and he's shifting in his shoes, wanting to kiss you but thinking it's too soon and you'd be uncomfortable.
"Well," Tom says, licking his lips. "I'll see you tomorrow." He sticks his hand out.
"Yeah," You nod, biting your bottom lip.
"Okay." Tom says and he was going to walk away but before he could, you grab his wrist and pull him into you, kissing him quickly while a blush spreads across your entire face. He's floored. You barely talk but you can make the first move. And not just a simple peck on the cheek, you actually pulled him into you and gave him a real kiss. "W-wow." Tom says, his cheeks the color of roses as you pull away, now you being the one hoping you didn't overstep.
"I, uh, I kind of wanted to do that all night." You bite your timid smile and Tom's eyes widen.
"No shit?" He asks and you nod. "I've been wanting to but I didn't think you were that interested and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Oh, no." You shake your head. "It's fine."
"In that case," Tom smirks before cupping your face and gives you a deeper kiss.