Tom Holland Imagines

The Actor and the Author (Actor!Tom)

Tom Holland x author!reader

"What's he doing here?" I glared daggers at him from across the room as Dylan stood next to me, helping fix my mic.

"What's who doing here?" He said not looking up as he turned the mic on. I looked away as Thomas started to scan the room, knowing he'd see me and I didn't really want to deal with that right now.

"Thomas," I said, and Dylan finally looked up.

"Maybe he has an interview after you?" He said and I shook my head.

"It's going to be awful if he watches,"

"Just try to ignore him," I looked away and nodded. Turning to the interviewer who was still live.

"Stay tuned, in just a few minutes, live from the Hollywood theatre. We will be interviewing together for the first time: Tom Holland and y/n l/n!!"

My heart stopped and my face paled. I looked over at Dylan who was equally shocked.

"I am not doing an interview with him! Why didn't anybody tell me?" I started to panic internally.

"You'll be ok, they won't do anything extreme, I'm sure," I looked over at Dylan.

"That doesn't help,"

"Sorry,"

The commercial ended and a man came up to me.

"Ms l/n, it's time for you to go on," He started pushing me out and I reluctantly went and sat in one of the two chairs.

As I sat down Thomas came out and sat next to me, equally unhappy. I shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable and as far away from him as I could. The interviewer stared at us like a disappointed parent.

"Can you two at least try to get along for ten minutes?" Her heavy southern accent caught me off guard and I didn't respond, but Thomas did.

"I don't understand why you couldn't have told us that we would be interviewed together," he sounded mad, but his face didn't show any emotion.

"Because Mr Holland, everyone in their right mind knows that you both would say no, and we don't want that, do we?"

"I do," I spoke up and they both looked at me, shocked that I said something so bluntly. "Does anyone ever stop to think about what others want? There's a reason that we would have said no. We're not friends," I pointed to Thomas and then me, "We never will be and it's not right that you put us together and we have no say. What are you going to ask us? Why we don't get along? I can't answer that! Some questions aren't meant to be answered," The interviewer and Thomas were still shocked.

A man shouted from somewhere behind the camera.

"And we're live in 3...2...1," All three of us placed a fake smile on our face and looked towards the camera.

"Welcome back to Hollywood Theatre! I'm Sarah Knight and we're live here with Tom Holland and y/n l/n!" She paused for a moment before continuing.

"How are you both doing?" Tom and I both told her fine, not really wanting to respond.

"So, I'll just get right into it. We will go back and forth between the both of you with questions. Now, all of these questions have been submitted to us from both of your many fans," Thomas and I nodded and she turned to him.

"So, our first question is for Tom," Thomas sat up straighter and nodded. "So you've made two spiderman movies, will we be seeing you in a third?"

"Actually, I can't say, I don't know if there will be or not, but I hope so!" he leaned in his chair and Sarah nodded turning to me.

"y/n, your book, Painting the Abyss-such a great book, by the way, my daughter and I both read it- what was the inspiration behind it? And will there be a sequel?" I put on a smile as I thought about my answer.