tom holland + peter parker

34+35 remix T.H.

request: Hi! How are you?

First I wanted to say that I love your writing and I wanted to ask you if you could write something about Tom and maybe the boys reacting to the 34+35 remix mv please? It's okay if you can't

Thanks and have a good day or night 🙃

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"Didn't Doja leak her verse a few months ago?"

You're seated on a loveseat facing a large TV that's planted on the wall. Harrison and Harry have taken the couch, Tuwaine sitting in an armchair after bringing out a few beers. Tom is rubbing the back of your hand and your knuckles with his thumb.

It's release night. Again.

Tom won't tell you why he's so excited to see this music video, because it's merely just another collaboration with powerful women. But, he loves your positions era. He loves how comfortable you are with being sexual in your music and in your videos. He also knows that the entirety of this video might just be you in lingerie, an opportunity he can't pass up.

Currently, you're watching your Q&A countdown, which was pre-recorded with Tom in the room. He'd nearly laughed a total of seven times during your takes. Needless to say, it took longer than expected to film.

"Did you go searching for leaked shit?" Harrison replies with a scoff, Harry's eyes widening. Tuwaine and Tom gasp dramatically, and you try not to laugh at the encounter.

It's a rule now, to not go online to find leaked content. Last time it happened, Harrison had stayed up until three in the morning searching youtube to win a bet. He'd lost miserably after the news broke that he cheated.

"No! But it was all over my timelin-"

"Yeah, sure." Sam sneers at his twin, and they end up slapping each other on the arms. Tom chuckles deeply, the sound reverberating through the air, and you can't help but join him.

Before you know it, the video countdown has officially reached zero, and your voice rings through the air. A scene is displayed on the television: you're laying on a lounge chair by the pool, and suddenly Doja and Meg are beside you too. You're wearing sexy clothes, and Tom just knows you're powerful in this one too.

When the luggage carrier scene comes, you hear Harry gasp. You laugh at his expression, and you can tell he's probably trying to focus on how the camera is moving and focusing, rather than the girls twerking.

"I cannot believe you actually got to sit on one of those things."

"Yeah," Harry agrees with Tuwaine, rolling his eyes. "Last time we tried that, we got kicked out of the hotel."

You blink in surprise, but laugh nonetheless.

"This is- this is the scene from your Instagram post!" Tom cheers excitedly at the staircase scene where you're laying there, just as you were in your pictures.

"Yeah." You laugh.

"I can't believe you got to work with the Megan thee Stallion." Harrison gruffs in his seat as he watches her twerk again. You can't help but laugh, but you have a surprise for him, so you won't tease him too much.

"Is somebody jealous?" Tom grins, shoving his shoulder jokinging. Harrison grumbles a "no" in response and the two of you birth laughter, loudly.

To everybody's surprise, Harry starts rapping with Doja Cat. He's watching her, of course, but he's hitting every word with a rasp in his voice. Tom's jaw drops below sea level, and you laugh, still impressed.

"Damn, Harry!" Tuwaine raises his glass of beer. "Show off."

Just as the verse ends, your hand comes into the shot, and you hear Tom's breath hitch. You're speaking into the call-machine, and the mention of baked Alaska makes him blush with a chuckle.

"I cannot believe you actually included that."
"What was that?" Sam inquired.

"We were in a restaurant," You started sharing the story, and Tom groaned in response. "And I was talking to the waiter about baked Alaska, but I'd obviously forgotten what it was called. And Tom was so sure he knew, that he yelled 'baked Alabama.'" When you finished the story, Tom's head was in his hands in embarrassment.

Your attention is turned back to the TV when Tom gasps. It's the scene he's most looked forward to: the bed & room service scene. You're eating licorice and dancing on the bed while Meg sings her part.

Harrison points at the TV in shock when he sees you sitting on the vintage television. Harry's mouth drops wide open when he sees Meg in the marbled bathroom. He's internally freaking out, and externally getting redder by the second. You have a feeling him and Harrison are really big fans, so you make a mental reminder to give them their gifts later. You'd gotten them personally signed records, courtesy of Meg of course.

"Aww," Tom pouts. "That was so cute." He's visibly softening as he watches you and Meg sing "34, 35 we can sixty nine it." You giggle, head tilting in thought.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "You're really pretty, y'know." He's cheeky but shy about the compliment, and you bring him closer for a goofy hug.

"That's a lot of champagne, you know." Sam eyes you and the TV with a knowing look.

"Yes, yes, thank you for hooking me up with it." You give him credit. The chef of the family he is, so you were sure to jump at the opportunity for some local help. It made work during the pandemic a little easier.

"Yeah yeah." He smiles, waving you off. You're grateful, though, even if you play it off coolly.

"And thank you, mister." You hug Tom tighter as his brows furrow.

"For what?"

"For telling me which set looked best." You smirk at him, and he rolls his eyes.

"Don't out me like that."

"Gross." Harry sticks his tongue out, sipping a beer in disgust at the couple.

"Don't 'gross' me," You sass him. "I have a present for you, but if you're gonna be a brat about it-"

"No, no, no, no." He rushes out, setting his cup down as he leans forward. "What'd you get me?"

"Well..." You reach behind you, grabbing a bag before two vinyls emerge. They're the first and only copies, as you had not planned on releasing a vinyl copy for the remix. "They're personally signed." You carefully hand one to Harrison and one to Harry. Each has a message from both girls, and Harrison and Harry squeal in delight.

"Where's my present?" Tom pouts. What comes next only makes him grow redder.

"I'm wearing it." You smile cheekily. "Think you can wait a few hours?"

His eyes go wide as he nods feverishly. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait too long.