Tom Holland • Peter Parker 𝐼𝑀𝐴𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆

Fight; Tom holland

A/n: Words in italics like this are your thoughts.
*Fluff*

Tom was your best friend since about year 2 (1st grade)  and to this day you were still best friends at your big age of 21. Of course he was an actor but you were still looking for a job that suited you. Since you were young you had a strong passion for singing and acting but maybe it wasn't a job for you.

•••

7.30am it was when the bell rang above the door. You had just opened who could it be this early?!

"Morning darling," you heard Tom's voice say before yawning.

You walked over to the till with a wonky smile, extremely fatigued, "good morning," also yawning after.

"Gosh, you seem tired. I had an early night yet I'm still exhausted," he chuckled.

"I went to sleep at about 3 this morning so I'm not great."

"You probably need a latte more than me," he began but you interrupted: "A latte it is," you said walking towards the coffee machine. You stood there waiting with a cup for the coffee to start pouring; it was silent.

Finally you spoke, "so how's it going with the whole..Spider-Man thing?"

"Oh love, it's great! I was hoping you'd ask so I'd know you were interested before.." Tom was lost for words. The coffee began to pour. "Before asking you to come to the set," he finished.

You stopped. He wants me to come on set? Why me? You turned to look at him in confusion, his cup of coffee in your hand, ready to put the cover on.

"You want me to come to your set?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, I thought maybe you could help me out with... I dunno I just thought you might wanna have a look," he smiled innocently.

"Tom I'd love to," you giggled in excitement', putting the cover on the coffee.

"When does your shift end?"

"Umm 11.30."

"Great, I'll pick you up, see you later darling," he left the shop without another word. Shoot, my clothes- I need to change.

•••

Finally the clock said 11.30 but there was one more customer to go then you were done. "Hi, welcome to 'The coffee shop' what can I get you?" You asked.

"Hi uh, are you y/n?" The man asked. Huh?
"Who's asking?"
"Oh I'm Tom's driver," he put out his hand to shake. You shook his hand and smiled, " Ohhh ok I'll be out in a second." He nodded and waited outside. You quickly ripped your apron off and shouted, "bye boss!"

You put your coat on and sped outside and into the car where Tom was sat. His eyes were glued to his phone until you tapped his shoulder.

"Oh hi, you alright love?" He asked. Gosh you loved that cute nickname, he was so English. Of course you are too but he was...extra English!

"I'm fine..Tom, what bout my clothes? I mean I spilled a bit of tea on it earlier, I look a state to be honest." You sighed.

"Y/n, you look gorgeous it's fine! And I'll just tell the producers where you wo-"

"No! No no no Tom, you can't say anything." You quickly interrupted.

A concerned look grew on his face. "W-why not?"

"It's..embarrassing okay. You're like this famous actor and im just a barista with barely any income in an old coffee shop in London." You couldn't bear to admit it but Tom was just so lucky..sometimes you felt a bit jealous.