The Redhead - T.H. x Actress!Reader
Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader
Summary: Tom brings a girl to set. You’re crushed because your crush seems to have a girlfriend.
Warning: angst, lil swearing, fluff
Word Count: 1.3K
From an imagine originally publish on my Wattpad, fluffed for Tumblr. Also, the hair color doesn’t have much to do with the story - it’s just a distinct hair color & I stan.
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I felt my heart sink as Tom approached me with a very beautiful redhead at his side. The studio lights reflected on her hair giving the illusion of fire. I forced a smile, “Hey y/n, this is Beth.” He motioned towards the girl standing next to him. She was playing with her fingers; the fiery red had falling on her face. She about his height, her pearly whites very visible.
I extended my hand to take hers. “Wow, so nice to meet you.” I didn’t mean to sound surprised, but I was caught off guard. Tom had never brought anyone on set that I didn’t already know. A blank look took over my face. I shook her hand firmly, force of habit. I glanced at Tom for half second whose eyes never left the girl. He had a big goofy smile on his face.
I could feet a knot forming in my throat. It burned. I pulled my hand from the girl bringing both my hands to side, gripping my thighs. “I better get going, I think I heard my name being called.” It was a blatant lie and I could see by the expression on Tom’s face that he knew that too. I stepped back, turning my back to them.
I walked away quickly, almost speed walking as I got closer to my trailer.
I reached for the door of my trailer, opening the door quickly, hands shaking. I slipped through the door slamming it shut behind me. I let the knot in my throat unravel in the comfort of my empty trailer. My head fell, letting the warm tears fall down my face. My sobs echoed through the trailer. I slid down the door, my knees far too weak support my weight. I covered my face with my hands; this was probably the ugliest I’ve cried in a long time.
I don’t know why I was reacting this strongly to meeting the girl. Maybe it was the fact that I’d developed a huge crush on Tom the past few years we’d been filming Avengers stuff. Could you blame me? There was something about him that made you fall in love with him almost instantly. The way he looked at me, the way he was always handsy without trying. I was sure he felt a little something for me too. Guess I was wrong.
The warm tears streamed down my face, burning my cheeks.
Trying to catch my breath, I walked to the couch in my trailer letting my body collapse into the nook of the couch. I pulled the fuzzy blanket resting on the couch, burying my face in it. I let out a scream that was muffled by the blanket which was slowly soaking up my tears.
My body shook when I heard a knock door. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. “Go away, I don’t want to talk.” I called out pulling my head out of the blanket before burying it back. I heard Jake’s voice calling through the very thing layer of metal. “It’s me,” he said knocking softly again.
I got up from the couch, holding the blanket close to my chest covering half of my face. My fingers were shaking, but I managed to open the door. My eyes were puffy, clear tear marks on my cheeks.
“Hey,” he said letting himself in. I dragged myself back to the couch, burying my face into the blanket. Silent signal for him that I did not want to talk. I heard him sigh and felt the couch sink next to me. He pulled me towards him. He wrapped his arms around me while I sat, still in fetal position.
“Tom can be an idiot sometimes,” he said rubbing my back, trying to sooth my sobs. “You have to be strong. Don’t let him see you like this,” he said again as he continued to make circles on my back. My face was still buried in the blanket, loud sobs escaping my lips. “He is a real dumbass.”
I looked up from the blanket, revealing my eyes. My eyelashes stuck to one another from the tears. I cleaned my face with the sleeve of my hoodie, I could see it took a lot for Jake not to let out a small laugh. He was a goofball, but he was trying to cheer me up. “You’re right,” I said. “I’m y/n fucking y/l/n.” I pushed the blanket off my body and stood up confidently.
I placed my hands-on hips, doing my best superhero stance. “Thank you, Jake.”
“They need you on set, by the way. That’s why I came. If I’d know you were having a breakdown, I wouldn’t have come,” he stood up laughing trying to cheer me up. I smiled weakly and pushed his shoulder. “Well thank you for talking me through it,” my lips pouted a bit. I wrapped my arms around his torso. He gave me a squeeze and rocked my body before heading out of my trailer.
I exhaled and turned to my mirror. I was a complete mess. My cheeks and eyes were puffy, my foundation was smudge by the tears. I took a makeup wipe from the vanity and wiped my cheeks and removed my mascara. I applied a fresh coat of mascara before removing my slightly damp hoodie, leaving me in my fitted grey t-shirt.
I took a deep breath, giving myself a thumbs up in the mirror bracing myself before walking back to set.
I entered the building and noticed Tom was doing a scene. The redhead was sitting on his chair. I glanced at Jake who was sitting on the opposite side of the girl a few chairs down. He gave me a thumbs up and a crooked smile, his eyes slightly building out of his head. I shook my head, placing my hands on my hips standing near the redhead.
Acknowledging my presence, she said in a whisper, “He’s incredible, isn’t he?” She never once took her eyes off him doing a flip. I bit the inside of my mouth, trying not to roll my eyes, completely aware I was only being bitchy because I was jealous.
I simply replied with an Mm-hm and folded my arms feeling my heart beating faster by the second.
The girl was slightly hunched over on the chair, hands between her thighs. She finally turned to me, “We all miss him back home.” My eyes locked with hers for a brief second before I shifted my gaze. “When we were kids, he would always say he wanted to be Spider-Man,” she whispered again a smile forming on her lips. She turned back to Tom.
I followed her gaze, looking at Tom, watching him from a distance. I was in a trance, almost. Watching him do what he loved.
“Hey, I didn’t formally get to introduce myself. Tom did all the talking,” she stood up a small laugh escaping her lips. She held her hand out once again, “Beth, Tom’s cousin.” She smiled brightly shaking my weak hand. “I’m a huge fan of yours. I loved you in (random movie).” I held her hand, my lips parting slightly. “Thanks,” I replied in a whisper letting go of her hand.
She turned her attention back to Tom. I looked at her for a few seconds before turning to Jake.
I glared at him from across the room, hands folded. His cousin, I mouthed, brows furrowed. I saw Jake trying hard not to laugh. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. That son of bitch knew all along. I scoffed and flipped him off, turning back to Tom wrapping up the scene.
He waved at Beth before his eyes lingered on to me. Our eyes locked immediately. I smiled nervously at him. He smiled back sweetly, biting his bottom lip. I lifted my hand, giving him a small wave. His head fell down, cheeks blushing before sending me a small wave. I took a deep breath, feeling my face burn up.
Maybe he did feel something for me too.
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