tom holland oneshots

run your hands through my hair T.H.

tom holland x ag!reader

requests: Heyy, can you do Tom and his mates reacting to "My hair" with AG reader please :)) I love your writing, it inspires me to write but...I suck at writing and don't have the patience for it so I stick to reading LMFAO.

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"Is this the ones your fans always rumor about?"

It was album release night, and per the tradition, you were gathered around with a few friends to listen to the newest songs you were dropping. The boys were scattered around the living room, beers encased in hands, conversation smooth.

"Yes, if you want to put it that way."

"The one they've been expecting for like... months?" Harry joins in on your converse with Tom. You hum in agreement to his statement before clicking play.

"Vic said it's old fashioned," She laughs while making eye contact from across the room.

Tom has a general idea about what it's about, and his theory is confirmed when the chorus finishes for the first time. He knows the memories attached to this song; he's heard you sing the melody once on a rare occasion when you'd just come home from the studio. He'd never heard the words, matched the meaning to the melody. But now that he has, he wants to pull you into a never-ending hug, kiss you until your lips are sore and swollen. He wants you to run your hands through his curls, like you always do, because he's fallen in love with the way it makes him feel.

"Try not to blush too much, Tom," Harry snickers from his corner of the room during the bridge of the song. Tom rolls his eyes in response and just then, your voice rings through differently.

You start hitting whistle tones, and that's when the boys really shut up and listen, eyes wide, mouths ajar.

"Holy shit! You're hitting those!" Tom cheers, the boys toasting as they playfully raise their glasses. You roll your eyes in response, begging for them to not make such a big deal even though you know they will.

"If you go any higher, only Tessa would be able to hear you." Harry laughs at Harrison's reference and obvious compliment. You laugh too, and Tom's hand squeezes yours a little tighter, a proud smile adorning his face. His hair is disheveled from how many times his hands run through it, and it makes you want to do the same.