this looks like a stock photo ahaha 

smitheryees

like you'd get this picture if you searched up "british boy and a ferris wheel" or something

y/n's POV

I sighed as I looked in the mirror of my dressing room, looking at my hair and fixing it with my hands. The lights around the frame flickered green, giving a sign that there were fifteen minutes until I had to head to the wings for the stage. I glanced down at the stage list for the interview order, waiting behind stage at the Jimmy Fallon show, for my turn to be on stage with my co-star and idol, Tom Holland. We were going to be alongside another actor couple, Emily Blunt and John Krakinski, who were rumored to be in a new sequel to A Quiet Place. 

They had somehow managed to nab us both before Avengers:Endgame, and I was here to make sure that Tom wouldn't be a Spoiler-Boy again. I wasn't ready though, as during filming, I was never at the set at the same time as Tom was, making sure that he didn't know me as well, or I didn't know him.So I was insanely nervous.

I had already been an intense fan of Tom before I had been cast as Blaze, a brand new character for the movies. So it was overwhelming to be here. The lights pulsed and shimmered, signaling the ten-minute mark. I could hear the audience's laughter from here, as they were occupied with Brie Larson for her movie, Captain Marvel. I gulped anxiously, seeing the lights flick red and white, the signal for five minutes. Get to the wings. 

I stood up from the table, seeing my phone flicker with a notification and my wallpaper appear. It was Tom, on a hand-made aesthetic wallpaper. I checked the first message, and my heart leapt into my throat. 

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

Is this y/n? It's tom. Brie gave me your number so we could connect before the show.

I took a sharp exhale and walked out of the dressing room, texting Tom quickly that I'd meet him in the wings. I paced through the winding long hallways that were backstage, with plenty of dark spaces. I sped up a bit and ended up in the wings, seeing a familiar British face standing off to the side, watching the stagehands run everywhere. 

I took a deep breath and walked up to him, tapping him on the shoulder and giving him the most charming smile I had. "Hi, Tom!" He turned around, and his face contorted into a wide smile. "Hey, y/n! Did you get my text? I asked Brie for your number so we could talk before." I laughed. "Yeah, Brie's always been open with my secrets. I think she'd give my number to any fan who asked for it." 

Tom laughed, shuddering at the same time. "That's be a nightmare. Y'know, the fans having our numbers." I cringed at the thought. "Most of my fans are super sweet, but some of them..." Tom nodded, knowing what I was going to say. "I've never seen you on set. But I've seen some of your movies!" I smiled, the fangirl in me rising up. "I've watched Homecoming too many times, Tom!" As we both blushed and laughed, two stagehands ran up to us, pushing us towards the stage. "It's your turn, Tom and y/n!" I walked up to the edge, seeing Emily and John on the other side, holding hands. 

We both walked on stage, Tom and I waving happily and cheering with the audience. Emily and John walked towards us, also waving and smiling. We both stood in front of the two loveseats, waving until the Applause sign faded back to black in front of us. Tom and I sat down, facing Jimmy as Emily and John held each other's hands, John's arm around Emily's waist. 

Jimmy waved his hands and looked at us, starting with some good banter and a story about him. Tom and I laughed at all the right moments, cheering and asking questions right on cue. After a bit, Jimmy turned towards the camera. "Now, let's talk to our celebrity couple!" I turned towards the actual celebrity couple, but Jimmy was facing Tom and I, looking expectant. I smiled nervously, looking sideways at Tom. Luckily, he quickly covered with a small anecdote about what it was like filming with RDJ. 

After another two minutes, Jimmy realized something. "Wait, wait a second! Have you two met before this?" Tom and I both shake our heads laughing. "Jimmy, did you just realize that?" I asked, in confusion and jest.  He nodded, laughing as well. I looked at Tom, admiration in my eyes. "We didn't meet in person. But..." Time to spill my secrets. "I've been a fan of him for quite some time, even before I got the role of Blaze." I pulled my own phone out, and showed my screen to Jimmy and the camera. 

My wallpaper was shown to the word. Tom's beaming Peter Parker expression glowed on screen, making me blush. I glanced at Tom, and angled my phone towards him, letting him see it. His smile widened, and he pulled out his own phone. I didn't know what to expect, but he unlocked his own phone, and I gasped a bit. It was my own face, laughing happily while on set, eating a donut with a coffee in my other hand. I was leaned forward, my hair framing my face. I remembered that day. 

We were finished with that day of filming, and Jeremy (hawkeye, guys!) and Scarlett had brought in donuts and Starbucks, passing them out to celebrate. I had no idea that Tom was on set as well. A scarlett blush rose to my cheeks, a bashful grin on both Tom and I's faces. The audience was still for one moment, and then burst into raucous cheering and laughter. Just then, the director was signaling that our time was up, and it was time for the next guests, Panic! At The Disco, to come on. I gladly walked off with Tom, walking towards the dressing rooms with him, maneuvering through the dark hallways. 

Tom walked right by my side, his hand dangerously close to brushing my own. I stopped in front of my dressing room, right as someone walked up and put a piece of paper over the name plate on front. I glanced at it and let out a happy and confused gasp. Before, it only had my name on it. Now it read:

Reserved

Tom Holland and y/n l/n

They shoved us into one room? Why would they- oh. I felt both my phone and Tom's go off at the same time, and we pulled them out together. Our phones had different messages, both from the same person.

your phone

captain cheese

thank me later ;)

tom's phone:

captain larson

make a move before i do something else to get you two to kiss :))))

We both swore at the same time. "Shit, Brie." I looked at Tom. The only thing I had been able to see before we both held our phones to our chests was that it was also from Brie. I assumed that she was trying her best to get us together. 

Tom walked forwards, and held the door open. "M'lady." I blushed, and swatted his hand away. "Stop it, Tom." I walked inside, and Tom closed the door behind me gently, letting the gentle click resound around my small dressing room.  I heard strained notes of Hey Look Ma, I Made It, showing that Panic! had taken the stage.

I looked around my small sitting space, sighing as I noticed a card on the table. I ran forwards and tried to grab it, but Tom was quicker and snatched it off the table, eliciting a groan from me. "C'mon, Tom, give it back!"(me w/my heart at tom) I jumped for it, but Tom stood on the couch and held it over my head, pulling it away every time I got close. 

Eventually, I leapt-but not for the letter. I jumped onto Tom, tackling him backwards onto the couch, and taking him by surprise. Tom easily flipped me over onto the couch as I tried to pin him down, tossing the letter onto the table. I glanced quickly at the table, but Tom held my chin and kept my gaze trained on him. That was when I realized what kind of position we were in.  

Tom was above me, holding my chin with one hand and the other right beside my head, and my hands were right above his neck, our lips a breath and a world away. His soft coffee eyes met mine, and we both moved towards the other in unison. Your lips and his met, and it felt like a piece of the world slipped away at his touch. Both of your hands were entangled in his hair, messing up his softly curled brown hair. His hands were placed on your cheeks, pressing his face closer to yours.

Tom let out a husky groan, biting on your lower lip, drawing lines down your cheeks with his soft fingers. I let out a sigh, melting into the couch cushions and letting my hands travel down his toned back, drawing trails. I let my hands rest on the small of his back, and Tom's hands traveled down my sides, lingering over my thighs and stomach. We finally broke apart, gasping lightly for air. I looked into his eyes again, letting a soft smile come to my lips as I saw nothing but pure affection and diluted lust.

I wasn't regretting this interview anymore.

my hands hurt because i typed this in one go

ouchie time to go get some Sprite and watch Sherlock while watching my notifs on Tumblr and here blow up :)))

bye for now, 

~L