𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚒
(𝚟) 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎; 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.

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zendaya  a day in the sun with lilah <3
tagged: lilahangelo

lilahangelo  i loVE YOUUUU

lifeisaloha  i think you forgot to mention the fact that you're promoting your new movie as well lmao
↳zendaya  oh yeah everyone go watch the greatest showman out now!!!
↳lifeisaloha  very professional, nice job 👏👏👏

username1  lol i'll just die now too much pretty womens

username2  username1 let me come with you

tomholland2013  oh. OH wow.
↳zendaya  congrats angelo you broke the boy
↳lilahangelo  i think i really did break him- he's printing the picture out now
↳tomholland2013  i wANT TO FRAME IT AND PUT IT ABOVE MY BED
↳zendaya  oh good lilah you have your first stalker

harryholland64  zendaya no my brother's just a simp
↳zendaya  lmao tru
↳tomholland2013  i'm NOT SHE'S JUST SO PRETTY
↳lilahangelo  i really am flattered thomas, thank you

username3  i have no doubt that the greatest showman will make me cry
↳billieeilish  same
↳username3  holy shi-

zacefron  it was so much fun working with you!
↳zendaya  likewise :)
↳lilahangelo  wait troy bolton is in this movie
↳zacefron  yes...
↳lilahangelo  omw to the theater 🏃‍♀️💨

hazosterfield  lilahangelo take me with you i want to see huge jackman
↳lilahangelo  i don't think that's his name
↳hazosterfield  oh well i'm on my flight rn to atlanta so let's see it then
↳lilahangelo  shore
↳tomholland2013  what about me guys
↳tomholland2013  WHAT ABOUT ME GUYS

username4  pls no love triangle
↳itsametheauthor  never. never ever.

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tomholland2013 posted on their story...

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It was the middle of summer, had been warm outside for almost a month, and yet it started to rain—downpour. Lightning and everything.

It was a big inconvenience for Jon and the rest of the cast, who had finished almost all of the indoor filming and were just about to do stunts outside, when the storm hit.

Tom had around ten more scenes to film that would have to wait for a few days, Lilah had done all but one scene out of the Spiderwoman suit, which was the one thing she went into nervous as hell.

It was Eliza's mom's death scene.

Jon sent the entire cast home, even when they all really wanted to be finishing up this movie and doing stunts. But, Tom and Lilah took the time alone in their house as an advantage to practice lines.

An hour before, a giant boom had sounded outside their house, and all the lights went out. Tom let out a yelp of surprise, but Lilah just thought, 'This, might as well happen.'

Now, she sat on top of the kitchen island, Tom leaning back against the opposite counter. Both of them had their scripts in hand, squinting their eyes to see in the candle light. Tom silently muttered his lines, and Lilah bit her lip in anticipation.

Tom glanced up at her through his lashes. "Lilah, you need to calm down. You have a great scene partner, it'll be fine."

"Are you talking about yourself?" she asked without looking up from the script.

He bent his leg to put a foot flat against the cupboards. "That too. But I was talking about Rashida. She's a professional actress, she'll work off of you, and you'll work off of her."

Lilah sighed. He was right, Rashida, who played Anne Porter, was very talented. And would most likely not like working with Lilah because she was new into the acting game. Lilah thought of something to say, and went with: "It's just that the scene involves a lot of tears and fear and shit, and I'm not really sure I'm going to be able to . . . portray that the way Jon wants me to."

It wasn't completely a lie, but it convinced Tom about her doubts.

He pushed off the counter and walked the short distance between them. "I'm pretty sure that if Harry and Louis getting together can make you weep into my chest, then your fictional mom dying will at least conjure up a few tears."

Lilah rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, her legs swinging off the counter. "I did not weep into your chest. You cried onto my shoulder and a few sobs might have come out of my mouth, but—" she held up a finger "—no weeping occurred."

Tom's brows flicked up and he took a step closer to her. "When did we start talking so formally?"

She shrugged, "I dunno, maybe because we started hanging out with Robert Downey Jr. He just uses such proper language, it's weird."

"Yes, 'Listen, smile, agree, and then do whatever the fuck you were going to do anyways.' A very good quote," Tom said.

Lilah's face broke into a smile, causing Tom to grin right back at her. Her smile faded, though, when she became aware of how close their body's were. Tom was standing right in between her legs, his hands on either side of each of her legs. She glanced down at those hands for a split second, Tom following her gaze.

His thumb just lightly brushed the side of her thigh, and Lilah reigned in the urge to reach down and hold his hand, trace the lines of his palm— she shook her head, chuckling a bit.

"What?" Tom asked quietly.

She snorted and looked away from him, jumping down from the counter. However, this made the situation even worse, because in that motion, Lilah's chest brushed against his own, because Tom's hands were still on the granite counter.

Cramped in between the kitchen island and her friend—co-worker, she shrunk down a bit, leaning back from his body. 

Lilah didn't say anything, but strung up enough courage to shift her gaze up from Tom's chest to his eyes. Her throat bobbed when she saw him already staring at her face, his lips in a thin line. She could only see the candle light reflecting off his eyes, but that made them all the much brighter.

Just as Lilah was about to push back on his chest, and just before Tom's stare went to trace the curves of her lips, the front door banged open, along with the sounds of thunder and rain.

Immediately Tom's hands left the counter, releasing her from the small confinement and walking towards the front door. She followed him, calming her thundering heart

Harrison came bustling inside, his arms full of suitcases, his entire body drenched in rain. He glared at both of them. "Tell me why the hell your guy's house is in the middle of the desert?"

"Hello to you too, Harrison," Tom said. "Wipe your feet off and please take a shower, I can smell you from here."

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one week later

Lilah paced back and forth in her trailer, already in her costume. No one else was in the trailer with her, she had specifically asked to be alone. She didn't know how much time had passed since she had visited Robert's fleet of vehicles for lunch, or as everyone else called it, Downey Town.

She was of course invited there, but also she wanted to talk to Robert. Ask him for advice, actually. On how to do a death scene, but not be the one dying. Losing someone.

Robert had gladly given her the advice that she needed, and she thanked him for it, but it was hard to understand.

"Imagine someone very close to you dying, channel that grief and fear all into the scene."

The problem was that Lilah couldn't think of anyone close to her. At this point in her life, she had barely spoken to her parents while she lived at their home, that she didn't care if they were to die at any minute.

Tom . . . Tom was a different story, that she didn't even want to dive in to. He was probably the only person on the entire planet that knew  the most information about her. But not everything.

Somebody knocked on her trailer door, it was Sydney, telling her that everything was ready for the scene. Lilah took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, then walked onto set.

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It was after Peter had webbed the Vulture to a bunch of boxes, after Eliza had taken that plane down and gathered them all up against those boxes. Both of them were covered in wounds and sand, leaning against a billboard.

Both of them had faint smiles on their lips as they stared down at Happy, reading the note Peter left. They sat there for a while, watched as everything was wrapped up and the Vulture was taken by the authorities. After all that was over, Eliza looked back at Peter, at his injured state, worry filling her eyes.

But Peter insisted that he was fine, quickly brushed a kiss against her forehead, made sure she was alright, and swung home. Eliza said that she wanted to stay on the billboard for a little while longer, watch the pier.

Just as she was about to get up, her Spider-Senses went off, telling her that her mother was in danger.

The camera cut to Eliza arriving at the hospital, where Anne worked.

The lights flickered, giving the hallway an appearance of the color of a light gray and blue. Eliza ran down those hallways, checking every room for her mom, hoping she was one of the nurses who was trying to escape whatever the threat was that had attacked the hospital.

Eliza turned a corner, not ready for what lay at the end of that hall. She stopped in her tracks at the sight in front of her.

A man, dressed in all black, pulled back his hood, revealing one of the men she had seen running the operation with the Vulture. Guess her and Peter hadn't caught every single one of them.

In front of this man was a woman, her back faced to him, on her knees. Her face was covered in gleaming sweat, but a lot of it was tears. Her entire body was shaking. A gun was pressed to her head. It was Anne.

"I told you you would pay for those weapons," the man seethed through his teeth.

Right, during one of her and Peter's scouting at a gas station, Eliza had snapped a million-dollar weapon on her knee, straight in half. But with six of them. She hadn't wanted any more of those weapons to be dealt, and breaking them seemed like the perfect way to halt all operations.

Eliza willed her voice to be steady when she held up her hands and said, "Hey man. You don't have to do this, okay? Please just put the gun down, we'll talk this out."

The man's grip on the gun loosened, and Eliza sighed in relief, putting down her hands. Big mistake.

His grip snapped back into place, and in less than a second, the gun shot sounded, Eliza shot a web to pull the gun into her own hands, but the damage had been done. And the worst part, right before Anne Porter fell to her death, she met her daughter's blue eyes, and mouthed, 'I love you.'

"NOOOOO!!!" Eliza screamed, running towards them. She passed her mother's still warm body, slowly cooling, and straight to the man. And punched him. Repeatedly. In the nose, mouth, jaw— where ever she could hit. On the fifth hit, he tumbled to the ground, unconscious.

Steadily, Eliza turned around, her fists still balled.

The anger simmered when she caught a glimpse of the blood trickling down Anne's pale temple. She fell to her knees beside her mother, and ripped her mask off. Tears already stained her cheeks, plastering any loose strands of hair to her forehead.

She moved Anne's head so it laid in her lap, brushing back the blood, trying to keep it from running out. Eliza whispered small affirmations, but she knew her mother couldn't hear her.

A soft voice said from above her, "Eli?"

Eliza didn't lift her head up at Peter's voice, but still tried and failed to keep her lips from wobbling. Peter stared down at her, opening his mouth to say something, but instead her crouched down next to his best friend. 

Her took a delicate finger under her chin, lifted her head up to look at him. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

The camera was on Lilah, but Tom's eyes shone with surprise at how amazing she was performing. He wondered if they would even have to do any other takes after this one.

A sob escaped Eliza's mouth, and Peter immediately pulled her into his chest. Eliza let go of her mother's body and sobbed into Peter's chest. He stroked the back of her head and whispered sweet nothings to her.

Then Jon called cut. And the scene was over.

Lilah pulled back from where her head was, buried in Tom's chest. Her expression was blank as she wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks and stood up. Tom echoed her movements. Rashida also got up from her place on the ground, rubbing of some of the fake blood that stained the side of her head.

She complemented Lilah on her performance, and Lilah did the same, both of them turning to Jon to ask if they needed another take. He shook his head, eyes wide.

At last, Lilah turned to Tom. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah . . . why?"

He squinted his eyes at her. "How'd you do it? The crying, I mean." Lilah suddenly found her shoes very interesting to look at. He was about to say something, but she cut him off.

"After we change out of our costumes and stuff, can I borrow your car?" she asked.

That was definitely not what he expected her to say, but he nodded none the less. She thanked him and swiveled on her feet to walk back to her trailer. But Tom reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her back around.

"On one condition though," he said. "I have to come with you."

She rolled her eyes and yanked her arm out of his grip. "Fine, but I get to pick the music."

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lilahangelo  pictures from shooting spidermoon
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username1  i love how most of them are tom lmao
↳lilahangelo  he is the owner of my camera roll
↳lifeisaloha  but do you guys have any photos together???
↳lilahangelo  ........

zendaya  WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THE FIRST PIC-
↳lilahangelo  beauty

tomholland2013  no lilah you have to delete the last picture because i dEfinEtLy doNt sLeeP on the jObBbb
↳lilahangelo  i will be doing no such thing
↳tomholland2013  i, however, will be taking away your hugging privileges
↳lilahangelo  that would be more sad for you tbh. you love me

hazosterfield  ^you guys need to stop flirting i'm literally going to throw up

hater101  HEY GUYS I'M BACK
↳hater102  aight lesson two: point out the insecurities
↳hater101  okay. she doesn't deserve to be in the marvel cast with all these other talented people
↳hater102  nice

robertdowneyjr  ^alexa play shut up by ariana grande
↳sebastianstan  hater101 maybe you should sHuUUUUUTt uuUUuUUPPPpp
↳anthonymackie  yeah that's right you should sHuUUUUUTt uuUUuUUPPPpp
↳arianagrande  my presence sweet and my aura bright, diamonds good for my appetite, guess it fuckin just clicked one night
↳sebastianstan  ALL THESE DEMONS HELPED ME SEE SHIT DIFFERENTLYYYYY
↳anthonymackie  SO DON'T BE SAD FOR MEE

username2  let's all give a big round of applause to ariana, sebastian, and anthony mackie for this stunning performance >>>>

A/N- pls don't copyright me ariana