artists and their work

Damage Control | Tom Holland Imagine

Requested: no, but I love makeup so much and I also love Tom holland so much so this was bound to happen ya know.
Rating: PG-13, this is fluffy as heck, just some mild cursing
Summary: Tom notices some blemishes the day of an award show and recruits you to work your magic and do some damage control with makeup.

“YN!” Tom whined loudly from your living room. He was sat on the couch in your apartment, feet draped over the arm rest, head positioned at the middle of the couch, arms holding his phone above his face, tilting his head to stare at the reflection in the Snapchat camera.

You peeked your head in from your kitchen, seeing To examining himself you walk over.

“Yes?” You leaned over the back of the couch so you could lean over his face, casting a slight shadow.
“Look at this-” he pointed to his cheek- “I do not want to go to the award show tonight with this-” he motioned around the right side of his face with his hand, “going on.” He dropped his phone on his chest, looking at you.

“Tom, babe, what are you talking about?”
He sighed, sitting up so his face would be closer to yours. “Look at the spots,” he whined. You gently took his jaw in your hand and tilted his head to the right slightly to see what he was talking about.

Up close, you could see what he was referring to. Three small red spots were forming on Tom’s face, barely noticeable unless you were up close. “They’re gonna have cameras all over me, can you cover them up, please? We need damage control here!” Your hand fell from his face and he turned so his eyes met yours, pleading.

“Tom, it really isn’t that bad, I’m sure nobody would even notice, you don’t have to cover up for tonight I’ll be with the hottest guy there no matter what,” you smiled at him, figuring this would put him at ease enough to drop the subject, but it wasn’t- so about 15 minuets later, the two of you were in the car on the way to the closest Ulta, to find a foundation shade for Tom.

Tom had his camera on for the drive, live streaming the two of you singing to the radio and dancing a bit in your seats. You parked the car and turned off the engine, the two of you getting out and locking the doors behind you as you walked into the mall. It only took a few minuets and a few dozen swatches for you to find a shade that worked with Tom’s coloring and undertones, with a good amount of coverage.

Tom rocked from the balls of his feet to his heels, back and forth in excitement, paying for the tube of foundation and leaving the store.

Tom pulled out his phone again as you entered the car. “Hey again, guys, still out here with YN, just got some makeup for tonight!” Tom laughed at the comments, telling him that “maybe a drag look isn’t best for tonight” or “remember when in doubt blend it out”
“Guys, don’t worry I’m gonna look good- YN’s doing my makeup, she’s a genius with this stuff, I mean look how good she looks!”

He flipped the camera so everyone could see you, turning into your apartment’s parking lot. “Tom, I’m not even wearing makeup yet, I’m going to do mine after I do yours for tonight,” you explained with a laugh, parking the car. Tom kept the camera on as you walked into your apartment building. “YN, are you excited to do my makeup for tonight? You’ll do it like a pro, right?”

You smiled, walking up the stairs to your flat. “Yes, I am this’ll be fun!” You held up the Ulta bag and jokingly shook it around so the camera could see it. “And yes, don’t worry I won’t send you out looking like a clown, love.”

Now the comments had turned to mostly “Awww” and “they’re so good for eachother”. You unlocked your door and followed Tom into your bathroom, flipping on the lights as Tom sat down on the counter.

“I’ll be right back, you guys keep him company while I get my tools,” you joked at the camera, grinning as you left the room. You could hear Tom talking all the way in your bedroom, and as you pulled brushes and sponges from your vanity, could hear every word of what Tom was saying to the camera.
“Yeah, I’m excited as hell. YN is so good with this stuff, seriously- she makes it look so easy,

I watch her do it and she makes it all match and it’ll be the same color as the tiniest detail of her outfit- I don’t think she knows that I notice but I do, she’s so talented, you guys-” he stood himself from continuing as you re-enter the bathroom, setting a pile of goods down on the counter next to Tom.

“Alright, we gonna livestream this?” You giggled, positioning yourself between his legs to acquire the best access to your boyfriend’s face. Tom nodded, holding the phone so both of you were visible to his viewers. “Okay, well you washed your face before we left so it’s clean, I’m gonna put on this moisturizer, doesn’t it smell good?”

You smiled, beginning to apply the product to his face lightly. Talking Tom and his countless viewers through the process of primer and a green color corrector, “to cancel out the redness-” you explained, blending it gently with your fingertips where there was redness on his face. Layering on the foundation you tapped at his face with a sponge, him making jokes about being beaten to death, you rolling your eyes but grinning all the same.

You added a subtle amount of bronzer and a bit of concealer and powderbelow his eyes, Tom winced as you blended so close to his waterline and you rewarded him with a kiss on the top of his head, his lips and his neck, as not to mess up his makeup. Tom grinned, looking at his reflection in the mirror,

“geez, you’re so good at this YN, my face looks so good, if I do say myself, he pulled you close by your waist and kissing your lips, camera still pointing into the mirror.

"You could be a pro, y'know. You look so gorgeous, by the way.” Tom smiled at you, checking his reflection in the car mirror one more time later that night before the two of you left your car, handing your keys to the valet attendant outside of the theatre, beginning to walk down the red carpet, hand in hand.

“Thanks, ” and blushed. “And maybe, I suppose,” you grinned. “The only critique I’d really want is yours though- heard what ya said earlier in the bathroom, ‘as really nice, thank you, by the way,”

Tom blushed, pulling you close as you waited in line to be photographed in front of the sheet with a logo printed all over it. “Of course, darlin’, meant every word of it.”

Now it was his turn to go in front of the photographers, not a worry in his mind about blemishes- thanks to you.

“He is a liar. He lies with his eyes and his smile and his tongue and the way he whispers curses in a soothing voice. He lies when he kisses and he lies when he cries. And he lies best when he asks for forgiveness, knees on the floor and joined hands, quivering lips and pleading eyes.”

– Why do I keep falling for your lies ?